i am counting the days till your return. Each day will be a different color and i hope that this system (something about it--the boldness, the desperation, the wackiness, the beauty of it) will somehow hasten your return.
The quiet bridge will be quietly missed until such a day as the clamor of life returns to wake those who sleep dreaming sweet dreams of floating pathways to other worlds. Be well dear R.
aceasta tacere ,atat de incapatoare,lasa in ea loc la tot,golului,invataturii si re-venirii.o sa incerc sa citesc palimpsestele,sa inteleg cat mai mult de golul lasat intre reverberatiile amnioticului,de care imi aminteste mult aceasta imagine:)
mirae circles round and around on the bridge restlessly flashing her gorgeous tail in protest. according to this masterpeice of an image it is written in scrubbed deep royal purple that the goddess of dreams is silent.Mirae ducks from this fusilade of words and growls in furry protest. With her dew claw she scrapes onto the pavement of the bridge-she scrapes these words- it is a moonless night.
In an effort to nonchalantly track your absence, i have marked this day on my calendar with a huge china-blue cross. Whoever thought of commingling salacious models from former Soviet satellite states with gas guzzling v-8 engines (and what bliss a gleaming crankcase can offer!) must surely be in line for some sort of Pulitzer prize, seeing as they are being given away somewhat freely these days. The blue signifies, and you may ask any dwarf or exotic dancer to back me up on this, that there is no apoplexy in the offing. These are early days though, and in planning for the long haul, i am reserving the more iridescent colors for advanced stages of panic, when the dark abyss of a bridgeless world begins to fulminate and reach an uneasy zenith.
That's how i'm doing (no hint of madness yet, as you can see). But how are you?
hello my beautiful friend Roxana,well I have hung up my claws.It is the first week of advent and they, my claws are not in synch with my seeking the light of the season.I am currently listening to cosmic murmurs and lighting votive candles.I light a votive candle for the bridge to bless you in divine light. sending you luminous kisses
ein traum, tiefgreifend ... stille, dunkelheit, licht - unergründlich für den, der unachtsam vorbeizieht, wissend für den, der in die tiefe geht...! ein poetisches, tief verwundbares (das fällt mir jetzt so ein und dabei bin ich mir nicht sicher, ob so ein wort überhaupt zu einem bild passt...)gemälde! ich begegne dir, liebste prinzessin! bis bald, renée
thankyou my beautiful friend for the year 2011 on the floating bridge of my dreams.I have cultivated a dominant inner world here on the bridge-thoughts and images blossoming like efflorescent luminous flowers under a starry night on the landscape of my dreams. we will never unravel the complexities of life here or anywhere because it is our hearts that are complex so our spirits walk together gazing in wonder at the dreamscape. thankyou for your masterpeices over 2011 and for your gracious comments here on the bridge and in my journal.Our comments here are always cultivated in a divine light -oh yes you are the dream goddess. and if you ever decide to come by Edmonton Alberta Canada do drop in for tea I will take out my universal tea pot and we will drink to your health and happiness and wish that your dreams will come true and I won't have to draw the curtains to view the stars the cup of tea would be shimmering with a whole galaxy of stars because I would be in your company. I love you my friend you are beautiful. I wish you a 2012 that is all that you dream for and so much more. thankyou for your friendship.
Peace, then, upon the Bridge and your soul.
ReplyDeletei am counting the days till your return. Each day will be a different color and i hope that this system (something about it--the boldness, the desperation, the wackiness, the beauty of it) will somehow hasten your return.
ReplyDeleteAmitiés chères Roxana...Prends soin de toi et du pont...
ReplyDeleteA bientôt.
J'espere que tu ne partiras ni trop loin ,ni trop longtemps...
ReplyDeleteTu me manque dejà ...:)
Je t'embrasse tendrement..
Un hommage sur TmLG...où le pont a toujours été une inspiration...
ReplyDeletehttp://k-line69.blogspot.com/2011/11/organic.html
The quiet bridge will be quietly missed until such a day as the clamor of life returns to wake those who sleep dreaming sweet dreams of floating pathways to other worlds. Be well dear R.
ReplyDeletetake care ....(but there's much to return to here anyhow)
ReplyDeleteI will miss you. I hope your time away will be all that you want and need it to be...
ReplyDeleteI want my money back! :-)
ReplyDeleteaceasta tacere ,atat de incapatoare,lasa in ea loc la tot,golului,invataturii si re-venirii.o sa incerc sa citesc palimpsestele,sa inteleg cat mai mult de golul lasat intre reverberatiile amnioticului,de care imi aminteste mult aceasta imagine:)
ReplyDeletepentru tine,usor
what??????????????????????????????
ReplyDeleteno!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
mirae circles round and around on the bridge restlessly flashing her gorgeous tail in protest.
according to this masterpeice of an image it is written in scrubbed deep royal purple that the goddess of dreams is silent.Mirae ducks from this fusilade of words and growls in furry protest.
With her dew claw she scrapes onto the pavement of the bridge-she scrapes these words-
it is a moonless night.
my beautiful friend Roxana I count the fluterings of my heart until your return...
ReplyDeleteps.mirae scrapes out the words "moonless night" with her dew claw that she has painted a metallic pink claw polish.
ReplyDeleteand she sends the goddess stardust kisses.
Te esperamos...
ReplyDeletesimplemente,
Take care of yourself, wherever you are princess.
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ReplyDeletecome back little one...
ReplyDeletein ottawa a nins. ma gandesc la tine.
ReplyDeleteIn an effort to nonchalantly track your absence, i have marked this day on my calendar with a huge china-blue cross. Whoever thought of commingling salacious models from former Soviet satellite states with gas guzzling v-8 engines (and what bliss a gleaming crankcase can offer!) must surely be in line for some sort of Pulitzer prize, seeing as they are being given away somewhat freely these days. The blue signifies, and you may ask any dwarf or exotic dancer to back me up on this, that there is no apoplexy in the offing. These are early days though, and in planning for the long haul, i am reserving the more iridescent colors for advanced stages of panic, when the dark abyss of a bridgeless world begins to fulminate and reach an uneasy zenith.
ReplyDeleteThat's how i'm doing (no hint of madness yet, as you can see). But how are you?
hello my beautiful friend Roxana,well I have hung up my claws.It is the first week of advent and they, my claws are not in synch with my seeking the light of the season.I am currently listening to cosmic murmurs and lighting votive candles.I light a votive candle for the bridge to bless you in divine light.
ReplyDeletesending you luminous kisses
ein traum, tiefgreifend ... stille, dunkelheit, licht - unergründlich für den, der unachtsam vorbeizieht, wissend für den, der in die tiefe geht...!
ReplyDeleteein poetisches, tief verwundbares (das fällt mir jetzt so ein und dabei bin ich mir nicht sicher, ob so ein wort überhaupt zu einem bild passt...)gemälde!
ich begegne dir, liebste prinzessin!
bis bald,
renée
J'espère que tu ne t'y perdras pas dans ces paysages sans pont où tu erres à présent, et que tu trouveras, le temps venu, der Weg zurück...
ReplyDeleteEt oui, tu nous manques déjà...
have you closed down this blog?
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas and Happy New Year, Ms. Roxana. Hope new year will bring you new inspirations.
ReplyDeleteTão ausente andei eu...
ReplyDeleteagora que aqui chego...encontro a vontade do silêncio ausente...
Roxana, que esta ausência te traga no retorno carregada de vontade de partilha da tua criatividade que admiro
Beijo
Petit poissons je te souhaite de belle couleurs pour cette fête de fin d'année...
ReplyDeleteJoyeux Noel my beautiful friend.
ReplyDeleteI do miss you.....
ReplyDeletethankyou my beautiful friend for the year 2011 on the floating bridge of my dreams.I have cultivated a dominant inner world here on the bridge-thoughts and images blossoming like efflorescent luminous flowers under a starry night on the landscape of my dreams.
ReplyDeletewe will never unravel the complexities of life here or anywhere because it is our hearts that are complex so our spirits walk together gazing in wonder at the dreamscape.
thankyou for your masterpeices over 2011 and for your gracious comments here on the bridge and in my journal.Our comments here are always cultivated in a divine light -oh yes you are the dream goddess.
and if you ever decide to come by Edmonton Alberta Canada do drop in for tea I will take out my universal tea pot and we will drink to your health and happiness and wish that your dreams will come true and I won't have to draw the curtains to view the stars the cup of tea would be shimmering with a whole galaxy of stars because I would be in your company.
I love you my friend you are beautiful.
I wish you a 2012 that is all that you dream for and so much more.
thankyou for your friendship.
sending you New Years kisses.
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