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all the way to the end of the moon
06.29.05 (7:57 pm)   [edit]
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posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 06.29.05 (12:05 pm)

At least now I don't feel so strange for concentrating on the circular white space. :) A serene scene to be sure.



posted by: childish (reply)
post date: 06.29.05 (1:12 pm)

this echos around in my head.



posted by: jennjr (reply)
post date: 06.29.05 (4:50 pm)

I can't help but feel tht the end of the moon is more the end of a tunnel. I'm walking out of darkness and into the light.



posted by: Roxgirl (reply)
post date: 06.29.05 (9:29 pm)

Your blog is quite enlightening!
Thanks for sharing your art!



posted by: altricial (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (6:14 am)

Looks like the strawberry moon of last week, a rarity that appears once annually - often enough to remember (and name) but rarely enough to appreciate. This year's was especially large.



posted by: wiccachicky (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (7:11 am)

I wonder if I walked forever, could I touch the sky?



posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (12:21 pm)

Reply to: lindy

Oh.. I never mean to make you feel strange, L. I'm glad things fell into place.



posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (12:22 pm)

Reply to: childish

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?



posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (12:26 pm)

Reply to: jennjr

I'm happy you see something there.




posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (12:28 pm)

Reply to: jennjr

I'm happy you see something there.




posted by: childish (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (12:30 pm)

Reply to: TheJongleur
Its a curious thing.



posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (12:36 pm)

Reply to: Roxgirl

Thank you for looking.



posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (12:38 pm)

Reply to: altricial

Ah yes, the big fat moon.

I remember sitting in the garden, when I was but a bairn, and being worried for the world when I saw the big fat moon.



posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (12:44 pm)

Reply to: wiccachicky

I don't know.
I hope so.

Good luck.



posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 07.01.05 (4:46 am)

Reply to: TheJongleur

I have been put in charge of that particular committee, no worries there. I do a pretty good job of it, so the position suits me. As for falling into place... seems that's what we humans do... fall into place. I dearly wish to be displaced... find myself on someone else's planet, hoping somebody will water my flower while I'm away.

:)



posted by: Floweringbud (reply)
post date: 07.05.05 (1:44 am)

cool site and art its way differnet to other blogs on here lol tryed doing a art site of my own and it failed so well done u



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 07.08.05 (12:18 am)

Climbing to the top of their tower, he felt her take his hand. The night was chilly and wet, but there was warmth in her skin and beneath the special blanket that they always carried with them to this place.

“Tell me again” he whispered in the familiar way that had become their game.

She giggled and squeezed a little tighter on the fingers whose touch she knew better than her own.

“I love you” she said. The words floated on the air in a voice that reflected the reverence that the night and the moment deserved.

“ya?” He whispered back… and although she was not looking at him, she could hear his smile.

“Yes” she said nodding.

“How much?” he asked without hesitation, without thinking even. These were the questions they always asked. They took turns in their delivery and sometimes they changed the order, but fundamentally they remained the same. In truth, the questions themselves didn’t especially matter… the answers were the true heart of who they were.

“How much?” she whispered back in mock exaggeration.

Now… it was his turn to nod.

She giggled. “Hmmm.” She cooed gently, “I love you… “

(The pause the followed, had nothing to do with whether or not she knew the answer, she simply wanted to look at his face once more in the moonlight before finishing).

“… all the way to the end of the moon.”




posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 07.16.05 (11:33 am)

Reply to: juniperflux




posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 07.16.05 (11:35 am)

Reply to: juniperflux

Wait. I changed my mind. It has to be more than a head nod this time. It has to be acknowledgement that the green eyed monster visited me for a moment as I realized I was witnessing the most glorious love pass between two people.

Well done, Maude. Well done.



posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 07.16.05 (12:05 pm)

My own tale of the moon is not so lovely.

I was walking along a familiar path, humming a tune I've sung for years. It didn't matter that I was indecently dressed. My voice was pleasant and calling to others who casually joined in the melody.

'That's what I get for looking over my shoulder.' I said as I ran into something with a thud that echoed through the night.

I stepped back in confusion as the moon came into focus.

'What are you doing in the middle of the road?' I asked.

'Waiting for you.' replied the moon.

As the moon stood on tip toe, I scrambled up on to a boulder and gazed at it for a while. We swapped stories about lessons learned that would never come round again. We agreed we'd had a splendid time together. We met at the same spot for many nights to come. I'd sit on my boulder, he'd shine before me and the nights slipped by with ease and little notice.

One particular night, I giggled on my way to my boulder, looking forward to the moment to come. I was greeted with the inky black night. I sat on my boulder, perplexed and quite lonely until the sun greeted me with disdain.

Again and again, I returned to my boulder and though the night sky and I spoke in politeness, it wasn't the same. I couldn't run into it as I had the moon, the night I'd found it standing in my way.

As the sun came up with that smug look I'd seen in the last few weeks, I turned on my heel and disappeared round the bend toward my home. As I continued on, I heard an unmistakable, 'Pssssst.'

I stopped, turned around, and went back to see from where the noise had come. The sun was talking to my moon.

'You can come out now. She's gone.' said the sun.

'Oh, good.' said the moon. 'Now I can finally get some air.'

I watched as the moon reached around and unzipped the back of his clothes. As the moon fell away, I gasped aloud.

I approached him. 'Why are you pretending to be the moon?'

'Because that was the only way to get you to look at me.' he said.

'But why hide? Why disappear? Why be glad I am gone?' I asked.

'I don't like blending in. When it becomes a lot of work, it becomes more than I am willing to give.' he said.

'Then why even speak to me?' I asked.

'This is all that I am.' he said. 'Though I can not offer much for long, I too get lonely. I hope you understand.'

'I don't understand.' I said.

I went home to get out my telescope.



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 07.16.05 (12:14 pm)

Reply to: lindy

Don't think I don't know what you're up to, Missy. I know you're game alright. You think if you shower me with praise, I'll let you get by with calling me Maude. Well... let me just say for the record... you're absolutely right. :)

I like the way you see things, Lindy. What's more, I like that I am one of the things you see.

Thanks.

j



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 07.16.05 (12:19 pm)

Reply to: lindy

Aaaaah, Lindy. I adore this story. It's full of something very childlike in the way it handles disappointment and even a little betrayal. It also reminds me a little of an old, old song by Carly Simon called "Embrace Me You Child." I've always loved the notion of the moon being a confidant and secret love.

At the risk of repeating myself... I like the way you see the world, Lindy. And I very much like the idea of you up there on your boulder chatting with the moon.

Bravo.

j



posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 07.16.05 (1:30 pm)

Reply to: juniperflux

Thanks, Maude. (giggle)

My regards to Harold. Please thank him for the little corner of his canvas he has so graciously lent. :)



posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 07.17.05 (9:52 am)

Reply to: juniperflux

mmm.. perfect.
I like how this works.



posted by: fish_hfd (reply)
post date: 06.29.07 (10:41 pm)

It's nice





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