Thursday, August 18, 2016

Quotes... Thoughts... Pics...

"I'll be a story in your head, but that's OK. We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? 'Cause it was, you know, it was the best"

~ Steven Moffat ~

~ This is one of my favorite quotes. It has that inexplicable quality that leaves me guessing. Is it love lost? Probably. Or perhaps just a hush-hush adventure kept secret over time. Or simply a juicy "story in your head". Eh?

"I have learned that to be with those I like is enough"

~ Walt Whitman ~

~ "Enough" as it's defined, escaped me for most of my life. Youth never gets it, more is more, always. But now, in my shall we say, mature years; I get it. I have people in my life that thrill me. Just to linger in their aura is magic for me. Phone conversations, chit-chat over dinner, no matter what, it's all good. Or to quietly sit and just impossibility when I was young. In truth, I have never collected friends; I'd rather think I have esteemed my favorite humans to be elemental to my happiness.

"Creativity takes courage"

~ Henri Matisse ~

~ How can three simple words be so real. To give birth to art, begs the artist to trust their patron to accept it, love it, buy it. Courage for the artist is, in my humble opinion, a veil thrown over their natural inhibitions that fear rejection. 

"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before" 

~ Mae West ~

~ What a gal, Mae West. Of course, I define the word "evil" in a much more broad and generic context than its literal meaning. I'm relatively sure she did as well. This little quote is racy and saucy, just like its author. I do always wonder, however, just how much reckless abandon she actually applied to her off stage life. Either way, I'm guessing she was a rebel to the end.


"I don't care what you think about me, I don't think of you at all"

~ Coco Chanel ~

~All too often we agonize over what others think of us. I'm guilty. But if you really read this quote by a woman who carved out her life by grit, determination and a trainload of talent, you get a sense of how she came to this concept. She had detractors in her life, cynical backbiters who would fain to acknowledge her genius. But she won. She won because she lived this quote. Those folks in her life that gave her poison instead of wine, weren't worth a thought. It's a great lesson for you and me. Don't sweat the small minds in this life, but rather rise above them and live a peaceful life. That is success!

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I can never seem to post anything that's wordy without adding a bit of me through the flowers in my life. The first one is brilliant, the second delicate, the third one is sturdy with seeds to sow, the fourth a perfect triangular shape and last, the tonal shade in Lavender of a dying beauty. 

Friday, May 6, 2016

A Mother's Day Missive

My 'Red Hat' lady!
 ~ Mother loved writing. She found peace in its recesses, while conjuring a bit of the sublime, or drifting off into the ridiculous. I've heard her comment on many an occasion how she was sure she was given the talent of turning a phrase into a poetic gem by Divine means. All for her sanity and soul's edification. Some of her work, I loved; some, I didn't understand, though I tried. Her higher plane was beyond me at times. And so the discussion would begin with her methodical explanation of the intention and/or emotion while giving birth to such a writing. Those tête-à-tête moments are plums in my memory of Mama and me. 

She was fanciful and yet, practical; she was soft and warm at times, but her temper was an inferno when stoked by contentious circumstances or ignorance. She was smart, savvy even, ergo suffering ignorance was not her long suit. Her devotion to Daddy, my brother and me was as implicit as her very breath. Mama supplied our needs in every way she could with tacit bearing and deep love. 

This photograph is the essence of Mother. Her flamboyance leaps out of her smile; that sassy manner she possessed, from her eyes. She loved attention and in this pose, a new red hat would surely provide just that when worn with the confidence and flare she gave to every aspect of her life. I have that hat, by-the-way. I actually wore it in the Christmas parade last year on our church float while playing Christmas carols with our chime group. I wore it for her. 

"Well Mama, I love writing too, though I can't achieve your standards; I can say you were an inspiration to me in that department. It's as much a thrill for me to sit down with a virgin thought and see my little words fall onto my computer screen like leaves in the woods on a windy Autumn day, as it was for you with a new pen and a bright yellow legal pad.  You gave me encouragement. Thank you.

And another thing...both your grandsons cannot hear a piece of classical music without thinking of you tucking them into bed when they were tiny ones, while strains of Bach, Chopin or your much loved Beethoven lulled them into sweet dreams. You gave them that very strong memory of you and your music. Thank you.

So, it's Mother's Day, your day, and we miss you. All of us miss you. Our Mama, Nana, Sister, Aunt Pill, (how perfect was that moniker) and Sylvia. You answered to all those names and in each one you were special and forever, unforgettable."

A few thoughts in memory of you, Mama, on this Mother's Day, 2016!

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Très Natchez Weekend

~ My spirits have been in sad shape lately. I've experienced a life altering change in my daily schedule that has put me in a tailspin. It's been funkville for me and that is no place to live. It's a negative address and I like to live in a positive world; you know, do a days work and scurry off to another fun appointment or head straight to the hacienda for an evening with THP. That's what happy is for me. I've worked all my life and now I've been labeled "retirement age" so it's curtains for me. Even though I totally understand why (so many reasons, sad reasons really) and I love the folks in charge, it still is a very difficult pill to swallow. However, as I told THP, I'm going to make lemonade out of this lemony situation. 

Therefore, I find the best thing to do when things take a down turn is get-the-heck-outa-town. So The Horn Player and I did just that; to a spot, on a bluff, on the mighty Missisip. The charmer city we love, Natchez. We visit this quaint, cultured, restful place quite often. It's an easy accessible getaway.  

The big plus on this particular weekend was Mardi Gras doings. A parade is one way to boost a low mood. I mean, who doesn't love to catch cheap beads and plastic cups, oh, and Moon Pies. The South loves Moon Pies. After the parade we checked out on the day at Twin Oaks, one of our favorite B&B's, slept really well overnight and on the morrow rose to enjoy breakfast at Dunleith's excellent restaurant, The Castle (home of the best grits on earth). 

We lingered over dark rich coffee, reluctantly leaving the refined ambiance of The Castle and headed to the mall for some major retail therapy. Downtown we meandered through the antique stores but after lots of walking the bricks we deferred our shopping and scouting about town for a break at Bowies for some refreshment. Neat place that also has B&B accommodations. We're definitely going to check that out at some point. We sat and enjoyed, then THP suggested we tour, really tour, the Natchez Cemetery. The very historic Natchez Cemetery, that is. We had driven there once before on another visit to the city, but only a toe dip in the ocean type of swing through.

After that adventure, we dropped off our loot from the shopping spree, freshened up for dinner and took a chance on finding a table at Cotton Alley Cafe. Lucklily we were placed at the perfect table in a little out of the way corner in the restaurant. We love Cotton Alley and the special Beef Filet with Cabernet Mushroom sauce was divine. Add a tiny cup of Tiramisu Gelato for dessert...excellent. Most excellent finish to a delightful day with The Horn Player!

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How about a gorgeous chandelier hanging from an ancient Oak. Nothing more iconic of the South than that. Or Camellia, Resurrection Fern, a Wrought Iron fence with an Antebellum home in the background. And Cast Iron plants lining a picturesque driveway. Ahhh...the South. I love it so.

A proper Southern welcome

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A pictorial of our visit to the historic Natchez Cemetery

A Crape Myrtle alley in Winter

An historic gem in Natchez

At the entrance Gate #1

I can't find anything more impressive and grande than an old Oak

A unique marker

There's brick steps everywhere

Very old Cedar tree with Spanish Moss

These iron fences are so interesting

Innovation = Door knob handle on the gate

A sun-lit Camellia in Natchez Cemetery

Is this impressive or what

London in 1793
Resting Cherub on what is presumably a child's grave

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Mardi Gras Parade 2016

What a glorious evening for a parade

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Seasonal decor from restaurants we visited

May I introduce The Horn Player, perusing the wine list

I left our weekend getaway with a happy heart, glad to be home and ready to seek new challenges. There is a great big world of things I've wanted to do at home, in the community and at church. Now is the time to seize this lemonade opportunity and sip to my delight at the good fortune of living to "retirement age".