I was going to write about the words, "a good tool".  It was going to have graphics and be pithy. About how to some  "a good tool" is just that.  It's something that's useful. Like a favorite pen or screw driver.

 

 

Then I was going to write about how to others "a good tool" isn't very nice.  To others it's of the "wind them up and send them out" variety.

 

I was going to do this and send it to someone here.

 

Someone who's the first not the last.

 

So honest that he couldn't lie even if he kept his mouth shut.

 

Some how I think I have hurt his feelings.

 

I don't know how to apologize because it's a cultural thing.

 

. For the record?  I have nothing against people...

 

 

He's not going to understand.

 

He's just not.

 

 

Found this on Google. Sounds fun.


hope that your are having a good moment.


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Merry Christmas...

"maybe we could all dance for real. I'm hoping that this Christmas I finally get my Christmas wish. I'm hoping that for one day we could all live in peace. That for one day we could be silent and hear the sounds of the heavens. Just for a minute or two. That way our children could know what that sounds like, no matter where we live in this world. It' only takes a minute to hug someone. Even a stranger if that's where you are. Just a minute to remember back to our primal beginnings inside of our mother's womb. It's the most basic, the first feeling we all have as sentient beings."  I hope. Please don't be mad at me. You don't even know who I am. .



Merry Christmas.


Back to the future   http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com 


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one more. from the middle of the night. just so you don't forget...

"A control freak?"



I'm human from a long line of humans.

We spend life times and life times trying to bring order to chaos.

What you call "controlling" is the force that's kept me alive.

It's how we've found fire and voice.

It's why we tell our stories and how we've come to the letters to sentences of words and letters.

Marks that had no meaning till collectively we decided what they meant.

The determination to be heard and understood by the future as well as the past.

It is in us from the moment that we are conceived to make something out of the very essence of life force.

That's not being a control freak.

That's being human.



It's the will to be free.


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Because everyone needs a quote or two..

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"Fiction is the closest I'll ever come to telling the truth."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I love my dad, my son, and my dogs. Everybody else can cut bate for my line."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"My library book is over due. (Again.)"

 

 

 

 

 

above

 

c anne ford

 

12/9/2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

paraphrase

 

 

"He didn't die. He was flung into the cosmos. Back to where he came."

 

 

Lol

 

and one to alter ego Hannah Murphy

 

(Must be feeling better to be quoting Hannah)

 

 

"Having fun is the best revenge."

 

 

Gotta love Hannah

 

 

Lol, There's a can of Vegetarian Vegetable Soup in my future. Soup, ginger ale, and saltine crackers. A queen's banquet.

 

 

 

.Hugs.

 

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A song I heard the Carter Family sing.

When I was little, my father took us to Jackson, Mississippi, to hear Johnny Cash sing. I'd heard  Johnny Cash sing,  but it wasn't until the concert,  that I heard the Carter Family.

I'm posting this to say thank you to my dad for insisting we go to hear them.

I'm also posting because of something I read about the resurrection of the new folk movement. The mentioned a lot of new groups who've originated from the Deep South.
I'm not so sure that these guys are the ones to do it. After hearing music from little churches here?
I think that the "new and improved" misses the mark.



At the end of the concert, Cash, June Carter Cash, and the Carter Family sang this song.

Dear The Lone Bellows,

I hope that you'll forgive the blunt nature of this post but honestly as one Southerner to another?

Go home and listen.

Go home to any little church in Georgia, Alabama, in the Mississippi Delta, or the mountains of the Carolinas, Kentucky, or Virginia.

Sit down, shut up, and listen.

There, if you are lucky, you'll hear the distant call.

The music that you're trying to connect with.

Then when you've found the well spring?

Take a deep, long drink from that well and forget every thing that you've heard.

It's a simple song that you 'll hear.

The emotion let loose to fly.

Even the technically correct fall short of it.

When you sit there and that moment happens. When you are all but sure that there's nothing left of you but breath and heart beat?  When a deep exhale, as it it's your last, is all you have left to say.

When you look into the eyes of someone you love desperate that it might be the last time.

Those are the lyrics and that is the melody of the old Southern Sound.

No axes to grind. Just breath to breathe.

"Get up." when your' feeling you can't.

I'm telling you this because I have hope that another voice can be added to the chorus. One to express the new, old sadness of loss. The shards of life that turn to laughter and the song of survival.


Good luck.

Kind regards,

c anne ford, mother, Southerner, writer.

December, 9, 2013

PS It's been a difficult couple of days. Lots of vomiting and diarrhea.  I hear this too will pass.

I'm just not what it's supposed to pass into.

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When Circles Dream

When circles dream
They dream of you
They always do
Come back to you

The place they find
Is in your head
And if they're lucky
They're in your bed

A million life times
Circle round
A million dreams
They all come down
2U


c ford

11/20/2013

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This is 12dotsandablot.

A writer's blog.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

If you don't know which is which.

Please.

Do not ASSume.

Ask.


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Live in the moment then Blog stupid... .













 

Good morning Boys and Girls.   How was your weekend?

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Don't know about you?  But me?


I'm living out loud.


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So there is no mistake. This isn't about my dad. Hugs dad. Thank you for the lunch invitation. It's the thought that counts.

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Fuck you.



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"The miracle is that some how, with no more than that determination in their gut, some how they find their way back home."



Merry Christmas


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"...I wrote the sorrow away from my heart

The emotions coraled into a box of words

Put back into Pandora’s Box

Only this time Hope

Outside the box

Free

Falling up

As I move through the soft in slow motion

Soft word on the lips

My mind’s eye comforted

Writing in slow motion

My heart sings

Please don’t be angry with me

All unintentional

I have to write

You

Soft"
Author Ann

 

 

aka

 

 

C Ann Ford

21 October,2008 all rights reserved by the author

 

 

 

 

 

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Live in the moment then Blog stupid... .




g'night

mmm.


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lol


Welcome to Sunday.


I have to sleep a bit

but

in a minute or two

I'll wake

and

I'll think of you.


mmmm


"... I don't wanta' miss a single thing you do...


:)


It's not complicated.

It's like walking on grass coated with dew

but not leaving a foot step behind.


Easy


Sunday


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Just read my stats

Oh Putin, you silly, handsome man, are U reading my blog?

Kissy, kissy.

If you Tweet me, I'll Tweet back.

Lurv,

Author Ann


PS Kind of makes up for missing the Day of Who because of the day of you know what.

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And then it happened.

 

 Both Pup and WB get hit upside the head by the Intestinal Flu Bunny.

Bad Bunny.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome to Sunday.


Day 2 of WB's big adventure.


AKA

Fall vacation.


oh crap

seriously.


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