My aunty was published in some college journal back in the 30's, but which one I no longer remember. She had a very large hand in raising me, however, and she spoke to me often in rhyme, expecting to be answered in the same manner. I think that opened my mind to words and music. She was over 90 when I told her that the Tolkien Society had published one of my works, but she grabbed me and we cried together. As far as I am concerned, that was *our* work. I have a cache of the short stories that she wrote and the last time I visited her, I read one to her. She did not remember that she'd written it. Then *I* cried. Now she is gone and the best I can do is to keep writing for the both of us. It's a good sort of a hurt. it's that "joy like swords".
I am much like you in the matter of jewelry. When I was younger, I had TONS of stuff on...but it all meant something and I would not take it off. I had to go to emergency once and getting all the jewelry off was a much bigger problem than what I was coming to the ER for, lol. I still do have all of that stuff but don't have time to put stuff on and take it off anymore. So I just find something I love and wear it FOREVER. Like you, i love amethyst, moonstone and amber as well (maybe we are reincarnated ravens).
I love what you say about the trying. The object of the trying should never be the reward, imho. We should be good people because that is what we should be. We should give because we have been given to (and have taken). And most assuredly, we should love. Always, we should love.
If you are a *nut* and this be your *shell*, then may there be an ocean of such nuts, and may all the pink-and-pearl shells wash up upon a Brooding, Sundered Shore.
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My aunty was published in some college journal back in the 30's, but which one I no longer remember. She had a very large hand in raising me, however, and she spoke to me often in rhyme, expecting to be answered in the same manner. I think that opened my mind to words and music. She was over 90 when I told her that the Tolkien Society had published one of my works, but she grabbed me and we cried together. As far as I am concerned, that was *our* work. I have a cache of the short stories that she wrote and the last time I visited her, I read one to her. She did not remember that she'd written it. Then *I* cried. Now she is gone and the best I can do is to keep writing for the both of us. It's a good sort of a hurt. it's that "joy like swords".
I am much like you in the matter of jewelry. When I was younger, I had TONS of stuff on...but it all meant something and I would not take it off. I had to go to emergency once and getting all the jewelry off was a much bigger problem than what I was coming to the ER for, lol. I still do have all of that stuff but don't have time to put stuff on and take it off anymore. So I just find something I love and wear it FOREVER. Like you, i love amethyst, moonstone and amber as well (maybe we are reincarnated ravens).
I love what you say about the trying. The object of the trying should never be the reward, imho. We should be good people because that is what we should be. We should give because we have been given to (and have taken). And most assuredly, we should love. Always, we should love.
If you are a *nut* and this be your *shell*, then may there be an ocean of such nuts, and may all the pink-and-pearl shells wash up upon a Brooding, Sundered Shore.
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