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Monday, June 18, 2018

Painting and Poetry helping me express my feelings



Painting: Holy Family Icon by Kelly Latimore


Home, by Warsan Shire (British-Somali poet)

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark.
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city
running as well.
your neighbours running faster
than you, the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind
the old tin factory is
holding a gun bigger than his body,
you only leave home
when home won't let you stay.
no one would leave home unless home
chased you, fire under feet,
hot blood in your belly.
it's not something you ever thought about
doing, and so when you did -
you carried the anthem under your breath,
waiting until the airport toilet
to tear up the passport and swallow,
each mouthful of paper making it clear that
you would not be going back.
you have to understand,
no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land.
who would choose to spend days
and nights in the stomach of a truck
unless the miles travelled
meant something more than journey.
no one would choose to crawl under fences,
be beaten until your shadow leaves you,
raped, then drowned, forced to the bottom of
the boat because you are darker, be sold,
starved, shot at the border like a sick animal,
be pitied, lose your name, lose your family,
make a refugee camp a home for a year or two or ten,
stripped and searched, find prison everywhere
and if you survive and you are greeted on the other side
with go home blacks, refugees
dirty immigrants, asylum seekers
sucking our country dry of milk,
dark, with their hands out
smell strange, savage -
look what they've done to their own countries,
what will they do to ours?
the dirty looks in the street
softer than a limb torn off,
the indignity of everyday life
more tender than fourteen men who
look like your father, between
your legs, insults easier to swallow
than rubble, than your child's body
in pieces - for now, forget about pride
your survival is more important.
i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home tells you to
leave what you could not behind,
even if it was human.
no one leaves home until home
is a damp voice in your ear saying
leave, run now, i don't know what
i've become.
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

From Inside My Book Fort - - - "Downtown" by Anne Rivers Siddons


WELCOME TO THE BOOK FORT!



Today Annabelle and I are reading another old fave.

"Downtown" by the incomparable Anne Rivers Siddons.


I'm a fan of a lot of southern writers, but as far as I'm concerned, they all follow in Mr. Siddons' footsteps, and she set that bar high.


I moved to Atlanta during the time "Downtown" takes place.  Reading it today, all these years later, I can say to you that "Yes.  This is how it was."


The good and the bad - Anne Rivers Siddons gets it just right.


"The year is 1966, a time of innocence, possibility,and freedom. And for Atlanta, the country, and one woman making her way in a changing world, nothing will be the same . . ."










Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Chihuly at the Biltmore


Annabelle and I are ready for our road trip!

Off to Asheville we go to see the Chihuly Exhibit at the Biltmore Estate





But before going to the Biltmore, I requested a detour downtown to Grove Arcade so I could shop for a new hat!  

There's a darling little knitting shop in the Grove Arcade that sells a whole room full of handmade hats.  

If we lived closer I'd have my own room full of handmade hats!






Annabelle trying to decide if she's ready for a long day at the Biltmore.
















The Princess is escorted down her ramp . . . 













Because we live fairly close to Asheville, we go pretty often.

We've been through the Biltmore House many times, but it never fails to impress when you catch that first glimpse.











Chihuly's Sol d'Oro






















































































































So.

This happened.

I was walking along taking pictures, and this lovely lady approached me and asked if I would mind having my picture taken with her.


Well.


No, I didn't mind, of course.


But, I was curious as to why . . . 


She said 'cause I looked happy and she loved the way I was dressed.


I told her I loved the way she was dressed too, and we had a nice chat.


She and her husband live in Denmark.  They came to America for a visit, landing in NYC and are in the process of driving across the country.

So far they have spent a few days in NYC and Philadelphia and a little time in lots of other places.

They will eventually land in California and fly back home.

They have no deadlines at all, so are just free as a couple of birds and relaxing.

They were delightful!


Husband is Danish.  She is Algerian.
















I love gargoyles 























































Annabelle made a few new friends








































































Next we drove to the Biltmore Convervatory



























And then we headed back home.


I'm sure we'll go back to see the exhibit again.  And hopefully, we'll get to see it when the installations are under nighttime lighting.


And, we didn't wander through the house this visit, because we had Annabelle with us.  There is a limit, even at the Biltmore, to doggie friendliness.