Doll Story 7.10.17
Rosie stood back and looked at her chest of drawers. It looked like she last saw it, yet it seemed that some of the powders were not as she had left them.
Meanwhile, Breeana was outside fussing with the vines along the fence.
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She had carefully made her way down the path, pulling out as many weeds as she could along the way. Listening to her music, time had slipped by it was probably time for her to go in. She sensed that Rosie would be looking for her, and made her way towards the house.
Sure enough just as she reached the back door, it opened and Rosie was standing there, ready to call her in. Realizing they had once more found their way to the same place at the same time, they both laughed and greeted each other.
Ever since they had met, they just seemed to be on the same wave length. it was a comfortable feeling, and the beginning of a fast friendship.
“Breanna” Rosie asked “did you dust my chest of drawers today?”
“No, I thought of it, but didn’t want to go into your room without permission, why?”
“Nothing really, I just have the feeling that something was moved, or changed” both turned to look back towards Rosie’s room. To Breanna it all looked the same, but to Rosie, although it appeared to be the way she left it, something didn’t feel right.
It often happens where two people see the same thing, but each has their own impression of what it is they are seeing. They each will have their own realities, that is why it is important to have open dialogue and to think before we speak or make assumptions.
PL Principle #2 I will not have complaints about others, matters, nor the weather. Rather I will always be creative and will look for shortcomings in my own thinking and actions.
PL Principle #7 I will not have a mind to be hasty, worry nor be pessimistic.
Keep your options open and be flexible
Leonie and ChenMay who had been listening, looked at one another, they had not gone into the room themselves, but they had wondered about the bottles lined up in a row, and they knew that Kit and China, like them had given the room more than a passing glance. Soon they hoped Rosie would tell them about the “secrets” in her room. Did Breana know?
Remember this picture, it was taken when we were traveling in NY State, I was so taken with the charm found in the small towns and villages. This gentle façade brings to mind another period in time. When I was in San Francisco I was drawn to the “Victorian ladies” that SF is known for. Architecture that is visually poetic in its appearance.
OK I have no idea, what I was thinking of when I did this, but it happened. Years later, I still don’t know what it was that drew me to put this “idea” together. Knowing I did it, always gave me pause. I thought to simply throw it out, yet it sat in the back garden for some time, a reminder that not everything I do, or come up with is “picture perfect”
At the time, I really liked the idea. The glove, the hand, I’m not sure, but it still might be out back too. We are cleaning up back there, it is time for a change. I know if they are there, it will be time to “let them go”
I remember putting this “character” into the old wood bird house, so he would be out of the elements. It is all overgrown now, but I saw through the branches that he is still there. It would require cutting away half of the evergreen now to get him out… so… he’ll get to stay. Actually maybe it was a she..
The garden guardians have come and gone, they tended and hosted the wildlife that used our land to travel safely through the urban sprawl. There is beauty in all that nature provides, and there is an unseen world around us that some of us see, and other’s don’t. Never-the-less, the world of imagination and fantasy never fails to capture our attention, when we listen to the wind whisper softly through the trees, or hear it howl when it is voicing discontent. This week we’ve heard the heavens bowling in celebration of a summer’s eve. the bowling balls landing with loud thunder as they rolled across the skies.
near Sharon Springs NY.USA
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