Portrait of a Lady: Lesbiaphrodite's Random Ideas

NEWSFLASH: Fall is already here! And birds dont think.
 
Sunday, September 27, 2009

There is a stillness here this afternoon and the birds have decided to fly elsewhere. I had grown accustomed to hearing them throughout the day, and it feels odd to not have them outside my window. The hummingbirds left a few days ago to make their way back to South America, and the tiny feeders are left untouched. It is with a small degree of sadness that I observe this. It means that fall is almost here, and soon the days of walking barefoot outside will be over until next spring.

The writing has been hard lately. After months of making great progress on my novel, I hit a wall of sorts and had to put it down. The section I was working on took me back to a time in my life that was so negative that it was making sleep an impossibility and getting through the days without tears equally problematic. I need more distance before I go back to that place again.

These are my initial ramblings and I plan to add to these as the days go by. I entitled this 'blog' Portrait of a Lady because I liked the book of that name, and my inner monologue will be externalized here just as hers was in that great old book.

I look forward to reading your words. You words paint a picture that resonates with me. Ramble my dear. It will help.
 
Interesting post, and these transition days are quite thought provoking.

Sorry to hear that your writing is bringing up the bad memories, but I hope that by voicing them, you can exorcise them and cast them away.

:kiss:
 
An elequent and descriptive post, Les. I really miss the Fall season. Thanks for bringing back some fond memories.
 
I understand about the quilt. *sigh*

I love to read your random thoughts. Your words capture my heart and soul. It's not often that someone can do that with just words.
 
An elequent and descriptive post, Les. I really miss the Fall season. Thanks for bringing back some fond memories.

Many thanks, sweet man. Fall is a beautiful time of year, and I'm happy to bring back memories. :heart:

I understand about the quilt. *sigh*

I love to read your random thoughts. Your words capture my heart and soul. It's not often that someone can do that with just words.


Your words touch me, dear Sadangel. You are so utterly kind. :rose::heart:
 
An elequent and descriptive post, Les. I really miss the Fall season. Thanks for bringing back some fond memories.

The method to the madness of depiction is to list the distinct stimuli that trip your triggers, then break the experience apart to extract the sensory and cognitive ingredients. Lay it all out on your workbench like a lawnmower engine, then re-assemble it till it works.
 
September 29, 2009 8:29 a.m.

It has been so long since I saw her. When we last touched, it was like a lightning storm followed by a torrent of spring rain. Entwining together in the deep night with the sounds of an old film playing in the background, her hands were on me, and my body was pressed into hers. Rich memories of that night and of my knowledge that she would be gone the next day flood me today, and I miss her.

The sun just came up a little while ago, and I watched the sky turn pink, then blue. The wind is blowing gently and I hear in the meadow the low braying of a cow. The rooster did not crow this morning. I watch the leaves shiver slightly and I feel desire. What is desire? What is it that stirs it in me on this chilly morning. It comes to me like an old friend who I know well and suddenly becomes a stranger who pulls my clothes away quickly, frantically.


Wow.... just wow.
:kiss:
 
September 29, 2009 8:29 a.m.

It has been so long since I saw her. When we last touched, it was like a lightning storm followed by a torrent of spring rain. Entwining together in the deep night with the sounds of an old film playing in the background, her hands were on me, and my body was pressed into hers. Rich memories of that night and of my knowledge that she would be gone the next day flood me today, and I miss her.

The sun just came up a little while ago, and I watched the sky turn pink, then blue. The wind is blowing gently and I hear in the meadow the low braying of a cow. The rooster did not crow this morning. I watch the leaves shiver slightly and I feel desire. What is desire? What is it that stirs it in me on this chilly morning. It comes to me like an old friend who I know well and suddenly becomes a stranger who pulls my clothes away quickly, frantically.

I definitly have to read your stories! Wow!
 
Try and set on doing ONE thing (however simple) a day. You might have to try and do several, but when you get to say, at the end of the day, "I DID that".

:rose:

PS. Love the AV.
 
October 4, 2009, 4:39 p.m.

A roast with potatoes, carrots and onions stewed in the pot for hours. Lunch at home on a beautiful Fall afternoon. The smell of the sunshine on the pillows after they laid on the front porch all day. These sensations accumulate to leave me feeling that this was a good day.

I don't have any money, and I don't have anything set aside for the future. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I don't remember the last time that the warmth of my lover's kiss painted my lips. I don't know when or if the future will bring anything better than this. But, for now, for this moment, I am happy all the same.

A full tummy and good weather can do that.
 
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