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...So many at times can a person's MASKS BE at any given moment. Hard to explain at times and yet ... ... ... understanding can be so prevailant among those of somewhat similar ... ... and ... so vastly different the Life Experiences... MASKS can be TRIBAL... then agin as in a Costume PARTY worn ... then too MASKing to hide grief, much as a clown of circus may be given to wear face paint that gives to the view of others a SMILE while in REAL-ity a sad despairing grief lies hidden. ...Connie CG here... === THEN too a MASK of saddness the prevailing view while a smile gentle lurks in the "Paint" in the background, like a moon half hidden behind rolling Clouds of a Thuder about to explode into Raindrops a soaking wonderous wash of a downpour most enthralling... Mmm Swweet Wetness divine... CCRrrashh! LiGhT-ing eXpLoDeS!! ...CG
I had POSTed and the Post did NOT show forth so now I POST as a test. TESTing TESTing TESTing... ..CG
...Ahhhhh HA! THE POST showed it's self...listed as 3rd and REALLY 2nd for the 2nd did NOT show it's self... it must have been hiding behind a MASK... ..CG
...So NOW to #4 POSTing and in a REALITY though hidden ..well, #5 POSTing ... anyhow ... ... ... here we go........................ MASKS!
..."T'was evening late of evening last the night when from Mama's I made Drug Store Venture AND! WHO?????? should drive up in his little red car and park right beside me ... ... other than a DEARest Friend of TRIBAL Mask design... His MASK always a MESSAGE and together we have fought together and lost together... Community-Political has in a Past long-long-ago been where we FIRST a meeting... ... then several times brief and meaningful meetings.... and Then from time-to-time out in Community we have met... ..CG here
...Somehow the meeting(s) with MASK-Man...sometimes MASKed and sometimes UN-Masked.... Sometimes in a process of BEcomeing MASKed and sometimes MASK drapped down to his chin, more like th view of a Doctor coming in or going into surgery... ... ... leather MASKS are usually given to be worn by this Man and sometimes his Fellow-Musician-players--JaZz-in MASK attire join in the preformances... other-Times, speaking engagements... and then too Community-Awareness... .... ... THE Mask, so oft hidden in the case-ing holding instruments of JaZz windBlownMetalic .. while other-Times the instrument removed a Bass ... ... himm now, not violin, for that woodInstrument to the shoulder generally held whileas this Bass one stands along side of.... {Come February will it REALLY BE 2 years hense that performance... Last year it was at the Art Center... & The Guests Incredible and so very upbeat in the midst of heartache and pain. Struggle suffering and continuing onward...} ...ConnieG. here
...T'was back Last Year, year Autumnal of 2003, just days before Halloween Time of Year...when Journey to the Drug Store made, Location #6 the Dist. So in a daze of sorts, so knowing What! shall I ever do and how will we cope and .. and... how will the moments that are about to pass... how shall we get through them... Just so hard the Struggle of all the UN-knowns, of fear of falling, and failing, of all the Decisions made and yet to be made.. how do I go it, so a l o n e.... so verry alone.. and my eyes beheld in a moment passing when I .. I .. I ... don't believe it! Who!?!? says "seeing is believing," for here I was seeing MASK-Man and Certainly NOT Believing... We huggged not caring who saw... two Community spokespersons ... knowing defeat and Yet ... here ... in my deepest darkest hour, when in a valley so great I had plunged ...there Stood My Friend... Mask-MAN UN-Mask-ed... It was then that HOPE aNew was Born aNew... I could go on and face all the heart-aches, the pains, the sorrows ... ... knowing that somehow all the prayers in bitter tears sown ... ... ... well, had somehow had a bitter-sweet answer ... ... for no longer a*l*o*n*e ... ... ..CGhere
...and NOW it is that a year & a month & a fews Days have passed ... ... ... so many the moments and so many of a continual doing to do again of Home Running Errands as it were... ... sometimes well, and it was just a few evenings ago, when Decision to go to the local Drug Store and Find! a Tree of the Holidays... ... Mom had one of Last Christmas that I NEVER took down, only unplugged the electrical lighting of twinkling lites of blue n- white.. Blue Canes of Candy remained in place on little branches of ... of.. "pretend," for NOT exactely "REAL," and yet enJOYable ... ... and to neighbors a know that we keeping watch ere th long wait of a Winter Yet To Come of Sleep, deepest Sleep... ... ..CG here
...and thus it was a Decision made that Mom NEEDed a Tree, Holidays aNew...well, just one more. Didn't want for to disturbe the One of last Season's Place-ing ... ... ... it is just that a NEW One was somehow required....
...Required!??!?!?!?!? someone may question === YES! somehow an inner promptness that said, Go and make Purchase yet tonight never mindingthe time for still yet the Store of drugs is open for it is not THAT late, yet...
...beside, Mom Needs THIS Tree, for it shall be the one that gives twinkling lites all-mulit-colored aglow to give inner soul and spirit and in-return ...too, a body warmth of comfort, of knowing someone cares and ... and ... what! with Mom's Hospital Bed right in the Living Room and no longer of said Title and REALLY yet so for Mom is with us and Yet The ROOM in Reality . . . . a Hospital Room, liken say unto Hospice, one of care . . . . Wow, so far we've come and yet STAYed in place...
...True MASK-Man and I have met briefly over the year and then some and yet THIS second meeting, so very un-planned and yet... the quiet reality of having come through a difficult time.. of inner spirit having found a strength when it was thot that there was none... .... hope had remained and yet ... === for it was that on that First meeting when Mom was first to BE re-leased once again from rehab. in just a few short days... Only THIS time so different for rehab. to a wheel-chair and the rehab. not yet c o m p l e t e and Yet it WAS TIME for Mom to come home, to go to Her home once again... Rehab. took many many weeks of intensive care... ...
...As Mom continues to advance in age, now past years numbering 90... she continues to rehab. Always One to BE a Fighter, to go on and NOT to give in to quitting...No! never quit rather ALWAYS striving with each breath to go forth. Mom was alwasy the early riser, up and about, tending to her garden of florals. Now it is a Pointsetta greets her at her dinning room table where she wheels herself for the consumption of foods.
...and not only the consumption of foods but the taking in of KNOWING She is DOing all that she can to help herself. As a Family we are so proud of Mom. She did it! She REALLY learned to get in and out of a wheelchair {without falling to the floor ... earlier in 1997 when she first had a Stroke she rehab. to the point of being enabled to use a walker...}...So weak was Mom on arival home that little over a year ago ... ... hubby would lift her in and out of bed to wheelchair and each time Mom gaining to do alittle more for herself ... for a while the constant reminder to lock her wheels ... ... now only a brief promp is required and then rarely...
..This Tree of sorts... It is verry different. Kinda appears to be like a May Pole with circles of lites, all twinkleing little lites chaseing each other round and round like hoops of a lady's skirt and the skirt has draped its-self round about like floods of cotton snow on the ground as it were underneth this frame of a Tree. The position we placed tis Tree so lite and airy and delicate is within a glass windowed enclosed porch ...Ahh so many Porch Memories, will be stored and savored another time passing away, perhaps... ... ... The other side of glass enclousure is windowed on inner side with a curtin opened enough for twinkle of lites to enter and cheer provide through deepest of the Winter Nights ... ... ... and from a Bedside late night view the Lites are there, giving Mom to know she is not forgotten, that ... ... well, Life is being even now sustained and well, Mom knows as the lites twinkle she is being remembered and in her hours of UN-rest she is comfort given to KNOW ... just to know... to know ... others care about her and our thots go with her always... always.... always.... ... ...CG here