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Vacation week is in full swing…so I went to clean out my phone’s storage and had to laugh. I’ve had my bebes for a year now and I’m so thankful.
I’ve made a conscious effort to keep my character descriptions minimal. Growing up, I loved imagining the characters, but not everyone likes to do that so…
This could be fun, or a really bad idea I’ll never show anywhere ever again.🤦♀️🙃
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I’m not here to argue for or against the use of Ai, but I couldn’t resist using an old black-and-white photo of my grandparents to see what it might have been like that snowy day when they went out for a walk together. If you wanted to see it I’ve left the link.
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It’s on the role my grandmother played in the creation of Máiréad's Seanmháthair. I took her lessons, her faith in a higher power and in me, her love, her patience, and her creativity and her joy in beauty, which she has always seen everywhere…and gave it all to the character who saved Máiréad.
An old black-and-white photograph of a young couple outside on a bright winter day. They are out for a walk in a wooded area in the snow and they have stopped to have their picture taken. They are smiling at the camera with their arms around each other’s waists. The man is wearing a US Navy uniform and the woman is wearing a dark winter coat.
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This Thanksgiving I am focused on being thankful for the lessons instead of the rewards.
It’s a different perspective but I think it will help me see the problems and pressures differently too.
Está muerto. It’s dead.
Estamos muertos. We’re dead.
No matter how you say it, it’s the same.
It’s gone.
We’re gone.
I let you go.
But you won’t let it go.
It’s gone, we’re gone.
Let me go.
Let me bury the past where it belongs.
You did that when you shared our life with strangers who had their own agenda and ignored my voice.
“Tranquilo, no tuve voz ni voto.”
We killed something fragile and delicate, me when I wouldn’t speak up, you when you acted like it didn’t matter.
I did it when I didn’t say no.
"Por favor, escúchame…Please just listen to me.”
You did that when you said love and didn’t mean it.
“Te quiero, mami.”
You did that when you called me baby, without emotion.
“Eres mi bebé.”
I did it when I didn’t argue back, scared to hurt your pride.
“No, no, está bien, mi vida…It’s fine my love, my life.”
I did it when I didn’t hold my boundaries.
“No dije eso. No es eso lo que quería decir…No, please, but that’s not what I said.”
The pieces of us still lie around me, a minefield of memories and dreams, dropped and destroyed.
Shattered.
The fragments, sharp, tearing into me, embedding themselves under my skin as I try to clean up the mess that remains from what once was.
Shards of my soul.
Splinters of our connection.
The Day of the Dead.
The day we remember the ones we once loved.
Recuérdame
Remember me
Deseame
Want me
Quédate conmigo
Keep me
I didn’t put you on the list…
You’re dead to me.
I have no reason to remember.
Poetry Challenge- month 11
I got the word ‘shattered’ and couldn’t stop writing. This poem clawed its way out from under my skin like it had to escape.
Every part of the ocean, dark and light, is magic. Máiréad knows that just like I do.
The difference is, she lives out there.
She rules there.
She is the Selkie Queen.
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Orcas almost dancing as the tides rip through their pod. Mermaids, laughing with glee at the assist from the ocean as they try to talk sailors to their death. Selkies watching humans, curious to see what they’ll do.
I feel like I can sense the depths of the ocean…but what I see isn’t starfish and seagulls. I see selkies and kelpies and merrows and mermaids and whales...
I feel the ancient gods of the oceans around the world and throughout time, laughing at humans and their frailty.
I see the dark clouds, roiling and intense, scudding across the skyline like they are marching towards destiny, feel the strength of the wind, watch the waves crashing into each other as they race for the shore, and I feel nothing but raw unadulterated power. I feel Mother Nature flexing.
Some people look at the ocean before a Nor’easter, see storm clouds on the horizon, and think there is something ominous approaching.
The image is a closeup of the tide line on a beautiful late summer afternoon at the ocean. The gentle bubbling waves are lapping at the sandy shore. In the foreground, there is a piece of driftwood and draped over the driftwood is a silver chain with Celtic knot work that has beautiful pearls interspersed in the design. The pearls are almost otherworldly as they are shimmering in the late afternoon light. The piece is the ascension jewelry for the Selkie Queen. Irish mythology tells of selkies who change from seals into humans, my story is of the young girl who would be queen.
What would you do if a past you didn’t even know existed suddenly came to light and you were instantly living an entirely different life?
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Felt good to remember that. Maybe that’s what I’ll tell her about today. That memory. Maybe she’ll remember with me.
I want to sit while we talk and the cicadas whir in the taller grass by the trees, and just sit with her as the sun sets and the lightning bugs twinkle in the backyard and the scent of roses wafts over the deck from the roses along the railing.
I want her to smell like Jean Naté. I want her to have candy in the candy dish, a million pillows on the couch, and a never ending supply of crayons and construction paper forever. I want to have cocktails and hor d’oeuvres before dinner (and sometimes have that turn into dinner).
And I’ve told her that in dozens of ways. And I will again and again. But I want to bring her some joy, a smile, some peace. And I don’t know if I can today. All I want is to take her and run. Outrun death. I want her to give me a million kisses in my cheek and still blow kisses at me when I leave.
She deserves better than that. She has been there for every single part of my life that mattered. And a lot that didn’t. She always made me feel seen. She always listened. She always treated me like I was special and important. I wouldn’t be the person I am if she wasn’t the person she is.
