I got this from a blog called Write Anyway http://www.writeanyway.com/. There were no directions but I believe she gives you a word or phrase & you have to make a sentence with it. I am going to try it out.
1. It's cold and I am sitting here on the couch with my favorite cup of blueberry coffee made indulgent by a shot of Highland Park 12 year scotch, sipping, savoring, and enjoying the warmth.
2. There is nothing better than homemade Neapolitan bruschetta made with tomatoes grown on the side of Monte Vesuvio.
3. My favorite health and beauty product is oil free eye make-up remover by Mary Kay.
4. The mountains of the Abbruzzi's are calling to me for a nice long drive.
5. Well, first of all I wouldn't judge folks so harshly about things I really do not understand.
6. Kyle, Brett, and Crash; those were the cast of characters in a recent dream and it was happy and fun.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to possibly eating Chinese food or we will make pizza and then watch movies, tomorrow my plans include doing all those things I normally do on Sunday like grocery shopping, laudry, etc., and Sunday, I want to have a great time touring the Vatican!
Friday, May 29, 2009
Stain
"...people who stain your life." - James Salter (letter to Robert Phelps, April 30, 1970)
I am finding I am stained, stained like the tipped glass of red wine permeates and forever colors the white linen tablecloth. I never knew that people could affect me in such a way. I never knew that I could be so deeply & profoundly touched. It is the Italians. Americans flutter in my peripheral vision, barely seen. But those Italians, with their deep brown eyes, black thick hair, macchiato skin, open genuine smiles, their warmth, grab me with just a look and hold my senses captive. Their eyes so watchful, taking in every detail, draw into me. I want to melt into each one, get lost in the way they experience the world. I want to live like they do, feel the way they love from their perspective, experience life through the deep dark pools that are their eyes. I let the feeling stain me. I will never forget the faces. I will never forget the look. Why is it I feel so alive when I am in the presense of the Italians?
I am finding I am stained, stained like the tipped glass of red wine permeates and forever colors the white linen tablecloth. I never knew that people could affect me in such a way. I never knew that I could be so deeply & profoundly touched. It is the Italians. Americans flutter in my peripheral vision, barely seen. But those Italians, with their deep brown eyes, black thick hair, macchiato skin, open genuine smiles, their warmth, grab me with just a look and hold my senses captive. Their eyes so watchful, taking in every detail, draw into me. I want to melt into each one, get lost in the way they experience the world. I want to live like they do, feel the way they love from their perspective, experience life through the deep dark pools that are their eyes. I let the feeling stain me. I will never forget the faces. I will never forget the look. Why is it I feel so alive when I am in the presense of the Italians?
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