My ma and sweet Luella. |
Auntie Daryl and sweet Elliot. |
Elliot and Lue. |
E & L; pool date. |
Reesa takes a dip. |
Jenn feeds Forest on my daybed. |
Kiev 60 / Tri-X Pan 125 (forty + year old film! / processed with Ilford DDX 1+9)
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This evening I lay on my daybed as the light of day sank behind the neighborhood trees heavy with foliage. Sweet summer nights. As I lay I listened to a friend cry as she drove, eleven hours from my daybed spot. Nothing quite like driving while weeping. Weeping while driving. My child danced under the weight of my hand resting on this new hill of life climbing toward the heavens. As I listened, I wished I could recite a spell for her to use in solitude. Write down what you wish to dispel yourself of and tear it into a million tiny pieces. Throw those ripped bits into fast flowing water or better yet, flames. Good riddance dead weight.
Good riddance.
Even later in the evening while flipping through a well worn book, my fingers stopped their grazing at the sight of this Jeni Couzyn poem. This one goes out to those who need a little softness tonight. Peace be with you.
I love you my friend. Send your demon down the river and don't look back.
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Spell to Soften the Hard Heart of a Woman by Jeni Couzyn
The almond has trapped herself in a cage of bone,
The chestnut in bristle is hidden,
The gnarled old man still trembles like a boy at the sound of your name.
Your hurt be in the ground,
Your fear be in the wind,
Your pain be in the stone.
The chords of your heart are untied,
The envious thorn is drawn from your eye,
The scaly armour falls from you making you young.
By this flame, holy,
By this water, holy,
By earth, holy,
By air, holy.
The spiteful shadow is trimmed from your heel,
The nine wounds from your mother's whip are washed from your blood,
Your dark of father is filled with father love.
Be blessed by gardenia,
By hyacinth, blessed,
By honeysuckle, blessed,
By this star, holy,
By night, holy,
By laughter, holy,
By this kiss, holy.
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