Emerging

Can you hear the faint fraying of the old, of the ground trembling to the rumbling below and the sun’s warmth permeating the musty as the magnetic pull of growth?

The little ones are still and are now listening and waiting as bulging, succulent buds longing to burst into a forever of new. Having learnt some patience and to move with the nudges and spasmodic auto responses, their breath is shallow and sometimes paused in anticipation of their time.

The faraway call of the dove, the prismed reflection of iridescent yellow and red and the cleanest of green speckle as freckles through soil now pliable and loose. The colours shimmy as a rainbow in the sunshine where magpies and their babies warble to the doves' calls.

Tingles in toes, fingering quivers, breaths of thousands … and then the sigh that spreads as a virus across the land at the birth of the first emergence …

In a breeze of mingling mix, poppies of ruby red nudge hills of waving lush. The light is new. Crisp, yet stark, as though a new filter has been created and added to illuminate pixels never seen before.

But there’s more that I can’t yet see, more my heart knows and craves. More pheromones of free and lingering in a shouldering strength waiting on the other side of those hills. The barest of touch is there and yet it’s not quite a touch. Perhaps it’s more soul fibres connecting in touch.

The key is to be aware of it brewing in this dawn of light, to feel the enigmatic anticipation of tantalising desire running through one’s roots, a desire bordering addiction. Be ready for it.

The aesthetic grows, the patter of rain on a tin roof … more of the stanza to come.

 

 

 

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Katherine Gregor
Words fail me, though I can feel what you're saying.
Sunday, 18 September 2016 12:17
Monika Schott PhD
Wonderful, Katherine. It's about feeling. ... Read More
Wednesday, 21 September 2016 11:53
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Must Love Dogs

One of my favorite NY scene movies!  

Sarah a divorcee, Jake a nerdy recluse and Mother Teresa the beloved dog.

All three searching for happiness.

 

Until fairly recently I was not much of a dog lover.

M2 loves dogs and we argued in the past because I wouldn’t allow her to own a dog.

Things are different now.

 

God has been good to me.

He answered prayers rather swiftly.

He justified the challenges I faced in my journey by delivering a one of a kind Jake.

 

Most of all, he blessed me with the love and kindness the real Mother Teresa exuded.

I now have grown to love dogs.

Not all dogs, just one very special kind of dog.

 

Two special kinds of dogs actually.

M2 is extremely pleased with my change of heart.

I’m slowly making room.

 

Just a matter of time, Sarah, Jake and Mother Teresa will all live happily ever after.

 

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Rosy Cole
They turn your life the right way up and teach you humanity. They're not called Dog for nothing. They're God's little reflection ... Read More
Monday, 04 April 2016 11:01
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Lovebirds

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A desire births, unfurls as heady jasmine lusting on a balmy evening.

 

Tender in touch, it grips into my core as a hand of spirit extending from a mist into my plume of orange and green and snatches my heart. A flick of a twist and it locks in. The stronghold is immovable, a monolith rooted from sky to earth.

 

A piquant potion drip feeds to nourish a bed of barren. It grows to a lush rainforest of moss and thick bonding roots where compassion and honour oozes in a soothing stream of silver, shaded under flourishing, pooling umbrellas of shelter.

 

Yet a starkness lingers, a tugging at my strings. Perched among the flock where loneliness reverberates, I wallow and flutter and chortle and fluff … a forest of fertility, a savanna of vast, harsh dry, I’m desolate and confused in the staccato of dark and light. Fatigued.

 

In rickety poise, I fight against the strain of damning knots and whirring winds until I succumb to an orchestral string of sweet magnetic harmonies balanced between the poles, serene … yet jarring in the shadows.

 

It opens. And snaps shuts. It draws near. Then runs. The cries begin as a rain shower and gather to a downpour of screeching squawks.

 

There’s no consoling. Equilibrium is lost.

 

Only a crescendo that ebbs and peaks as a million African lovebirds startled in a frenzy chaos of flight … erratic and manic.

 

To dance into your shoulder among the forests and savannas, to snuggle and preen under dappled light of sprinkling sprays.

 

To frolic free, to cosy in our cavities of trees and cacti, as the lovebirds we are.

On every bough the birds heard I sing,
With voice of angels in their harmony;
Some busied themselves birds forth to bring;
The little coneys to here play did hie. ~
‘The Parliament of Fowls’, Geoffrey Chaucer (ca. 1343-1400)

 

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Anonymous
Nice use of words, interesting imagery (in the words). I'd like to have the painting on my wall. Is one bird glaring, angrily sus... Read More
Tuesday, 10 November 2015 23:46
Monika Schott PhD
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on Lovebirds, Charles. Perhaps one bird is angry and the other may be embarrassed o... Read More
Wednesday, 11 November 2015 01:15
Anonymous
Sometimes serene, sometimes stormy?
Wednesday, 11 November 2015 01:27
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Emotionally Constipated?

 
I was listening to a radio talk show on my way to work. 
"How long did it take for you to say I LOVE YOU (ILY) in a relationship?"
One caller admitted, "4 years."
The hosts were dumbfounded!  "That's an awful long time!"
He attempted to explain by saying, "emotionally constipated, I guess..."
 
Hmmmm.... a great description that makes me wonder?
What about the saying, "actions speak louder than words?"
Just because one fails to say ILY does that mean one is emotionally blocked?
There are so many ways of displaying love and affection.
It sure is nice to hear the words but some people prefer to act love out.
 
Other callers phoned in with different timelines.
4 months, 1 year, immediately but no one topped 4 years.
The gentleman explained that the only time ILY was said was at the break-up.
4 years in an intimate relationship without saying ILY.
He claims he was emotionally constipated.
 
I thought to myself, what an interesting topic to listen to while driving.
It's precise for some, personal for others, indifferent, similar...
The discussion didn't seem it would end.  
Thank God for commercials!
I personally don't always like to say ILY to people.
 
I am selective and even if I did have feelings of affection for someone, an ILY does not necessarily always have to follow.
Sometimes it's a hug or a smile.  
Other times it's an embrace or a "Thank You."
So many endless gestures and alternative words to express love or say ILY.
 
What are your thoughts?
Oh! By the way, I Love You! ☺
 
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Rosy Cole
First of all, I think in western culture the word 'love' has become corrupted with all kinds of meaningless and cloying connotatio... Read More
Wednesday, 28 October 2015 18:09
Anonymous
I must go along with Rosy on this. The word "love" had a bad enough time in my youth but since then it seems to have lost all mean... Read More
Wednesday, 28 October 2015 20:31
Stephen Evans
I think this is one area where the English language is truly inadequate -we need many more words to cover that subject.
Wednesday, 28 October 2015 23:00
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