Category: Writers Block
The Stores n- Shops are beginning to have that Holiday Glow, You know, Cash Registers ring-ing out bling bling bling. Then in the midst of it all I was given to STOP Suddenly in my Tracks... ... ... the Time it continues to move one hand at a time IN Forward Motion and Yet Rememberance of a Former Time is so Q*u*I*C*K*l*y and hurtfully given careful consideration... on the shelf some little model cars of say HOT WHEEL Collector's size and there in the midst the Racing Cars in minature of #8 and #3... The Ernhart's laps of so many the races and victories and ... THEN... SO SUDDENLY... PAIN Shot through the mind... remembering... that one race...hearing the Broadcast on the radio of our car while inRoute to visit with Family at a Distance.... The CRASH so Powerfully worded/Recorded that for a moment Present at THAT Track of DEATH.... ...memory reAWAKENed ...this is Connie CG
...Memory Continues to be internally reAWAKENed and to a time when my Sons so very young indeed... so young .... so many the passing years it seems ... ... ... and YET in Reality Yet Still they are so young indeed. Sometimes I think it is that THE Clock, it's hands in motiion seem to at different rates of speeds "zone as it were through time." Back younger years when the Snow so new softly fallen and they, those sons of mine/hubby's, in a time with me even before aSpringTime aNew.... there were those Days in passing when ... when ... I just hadn't felt the best ... so weakened ... and so much it semed Rest ... Ahh YES! Sweet Rest was required INorder for Life sustaining/personally to advance... Those young sons would ZA-za-za-zoooommm their little HOT WHEELS race-ing cars about me while in bed Rest was I receiving, mending internally was BEing accomplished. Folds of the blankets became hills and valley(s).... roads to venture and Roads Under Construction.... Mmm, I miss hose Days for my Friend we Thot they would never end... We would sing and Dance forever and a Day... We lived the Life we choose... .... those were the Days.... ... yes those HOT WHEEL Days of a Time and Place seemingly far removed ... and.. yet in Memory .... Lives! ....Connie CG
...Then it is to the Future and to the NOWness of time I am given to be in thot and sometimes thot preplexed... These sons so different their ways of achieveing... One consistently in his Truck, as it were, ventures to and fro while the other is given more so to BEing the Outdoor Type of skateboarding, biking, and not to forget... ... walking/hiking. Both gather strength aNew from seasons of swimming, the season always seemingly too short a time...Ahh for more sweet care-free days of laughter-soaked times of fun in the sun... and in the moonlight as well... times, seasons by campfires that burn so warming, giving added warmth to the company of the evening-tidal waters of joy and peace restored. If you are verry quiet ... ... ... a Seagull in the distance you may be opportunity to hear, gentle wings fluttering the air ... then too ... it's laughter from aFar ... that.. sometimes ... is ..given.... to Swoop! down and almost play in the spray of water as waves come aCrashing IN and 'round about! ...Connie CG
...and then it is back to Reality, the NOWness of Time you understand. Thots of Driving and HITting the Brick Wall in a manner of speaking looms at times uppermost.. It is just a few blocks from my home here in the City, at a main cross walk and where roads too meet and intersect. Well, here it is, the otherside of the sidewalk, an area of land that is a local community Park, well, more so, a neighborhood gathering place... Afew of the local drunks stagger their way and seem to find the park bench nearest the road and with a bagged bottle in hand drink their "relief" for the day, the time in passing... Anyhow, this area is Brick Walled, oh about only 3ft tall, and yet time and again CRASH! and another one seems it is to not so much bite the dust, rather the Brick forming Wall... another car veers off road and if it weren't for the Wall BEing reconstructed, seemingly sometimes Daily, well, sometimes ThankGoodness for Brick Walls that to children presents a shield... Hitting th Brick Wall has its various perspectives... To the Driver a nuicence and makes for squashed INdents ... and ... and ...yet to the Ones Young, that Wall does form a needful protection... Sometimes too it is the Hitting of The Brick Wall that is NOT there...and yet the feeling the same... Squashed INdented life experiences... then once again the Bricks of protection as it were placed INorder and a getting on with the roads as it were to travel, to venture forth on... Sometimes too, Crashes are so great that health restored first must take place... Brick Walls seen or unseen, present or imaginary, yet STILL "they" can be smashingly hurtful as well as Life-Change-ing....Brick Walls serve more than one purpose... CG
...Hm, there is something to be said for Brick Walls. They can be JUMPed as in jump-ing hurdles... they can be SAT upon as in resting and quietly taking in the moments that are time ... ... ... passing, with perhaps some bread crumbs in hand to feed the loons that wander about along with the ducks n- Canadian Geese. Then they can be Stood UPon for as in walking on, one foot in front of the other, can be quiet the balancing act, you realize. THEN too, they can be as FORTs offering protection from flying arrows! or more so shots of fire in the Heat of the Battle that oft time is given to overtake in Struggles of the sometimes seemingly misunderstood... ... ... BRICKS from clay of Earth, molded and fashioned for purposes, for NIA as it were, many purposes/NIA... FALLen Bricks can be as though Missles Launched .. OR gathered and used for edgeings that Border Gardens and the Containment of Floral/Herbal Beauty and Splendor-a-plenty! ...so many listings of uses remain ... ... ... this is Connie CG -----POST SCRIPT: then too, there are Roadways that are of laid Brick, the highway given to BE...za-za-za-zommmmmmmmmmmmed upon! The Race Continusously Continues.......... stopping briefly at pittStops THEN once again, "On The Road Again, like a gypsey we go our way, we are the Best of Friends....."{Song:THE W.Nelson softly playing in menory's stored haven}... Connie
...So many the various kinds of Roads, of pathways to venture travel upon even in settings where perhaps the start is of Jungle, and hopeing Not for a jungle fever outbreak...hope ... hope .. always hope looms on the horizon of a nightskye about to descend once again! Ah sweet the nighttimes, cooling and so re-fresh-ing though rest aften alludes and hardly can be found till many tmes the days in passing later. It is just that rest is not what is strived for, it is not what is desired ... ... .... rather going forth & getting of the Nia as it were fully "on the road" and advanced. Only 300 feet of Golden Cord and yet for time spans so many the cord it was like THE Dream... then time came and Dream to Reality .... Agggrevation thots of, is the Cord Golden STILL intact for if Hunters came... Aarrrgh! ... so time it continues on and thots turn more so to the RETURN of Cord Golden laid... ONE has ALREADY AGREED to make Venture Trip... a man I've met in passing only ... ...only few the occassions ....and... ALWAYs Special... I Wonder...will Ever he be given to want for a Guide Dog...... his cane all folded and my arm he touches so softly, barely being felt... He too is learning Woodland Beauty of from Cone of Pine to Tree Heavenwards a Spendore Towering and shelter providing to little nesting homes of birds in flight who stop for moments passing as well as for frisky squirrels who are given to hunt for the nuts of the Trees of Woodland harvest.... Hmm, THE Trail of Woodland... ... wondering if any part will Brick be inlaid... ..this is Connie CG {Life-Flo - Woodland Trail-BL/VI/wheelchair acessible}
...and THEN it happened! ... ... ... Just Yesterday late afternoon as sun was quarter way down to it's time of rest for yet a while longer. My vehicle was parked out front and into the drivway I walked up to come into the yard portion of my home. There is was..almost Un-Believeable ... ... ... a Feather , no two of from Flight of a Seagull or perhaps two... No other remains in a manner of speaking ... ... just two Feather of from White tipped through shades of fawn colored grey.......... T'was later even-tide when I snatched up the Feather first came upon, from the driveway to the lawn in front of the Pine that is in front of the Herbal walk-way garden it had flown, had ventured... Mmm Feather Soft. ...this is Connie CG