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Someone asked me about the future.

"Tell me the tale of what will be."

Will there be tales of war?

Will there be tales of famine?

Will this world survive or burst into the "flames" of decay?

You have to understand.  The past I have seen with my own eyes isn't the drama of a movie writer's mind.  It's the day to day of life.

Mother Nature has shown us all what she can do if she takes a notion. People hide from her neath the protective wings of God.

Me?

I think that I'll enjoy this moment that I see here.

The sunny day.

The ravaged aftermath of the combination of the polar opposites of heat and cold.

The day that the big storms rolled through. The first ones that came so close. I sat out in the yard in my chair looking at the sky until it got dark and the lightming came.  The clouds moved. The air changed. If it hadn't been for the lightining I'd have stayed there while the rain fell.  I could hear my father saying, "It's raining. Come inside."  but there was something about the air and the rain. 

I needed to feel what it was.

Om

In my minds eye I could see the rain fall. Beads of water running off of me like water runs off a polished car. It wouldn't have soaked into me making me feel tired. It would have run over me and around me inside of some protective force.

So I could see.

When the tornado or the huricane comes you have to choose.

Life or death.

You will survive or secomb to it.

Then the next day will be sunny because like life it is.

You pick up what you can keep and then move on or rebuild.

No matter what I see here.

It's the moment that you must see for yourself.

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from

Not Titled  a work in progress

by CAnne Ford

5/9/11

all rights reserved by the author.

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If I put my "finger" just so - in that small spot just above your heart, it was as if I opened the heart of a mechanical lion.

I remember reading how in the last days of Leonardo DiVinci he took up residence in the home of the King of France. It was supposed to be because DiVinci could design the war machines that the King craved.  While he was there he also designed toys for the King. One toy was a mechanical lion who's chest cavity opened to reveal a heart.

I looked at him sleeping there and touched the spot just above his heart. He stirred in his sleep and I half expected to see his chest open like a cabinet. There would be his beating heart. I tried to imagine what it would look like would it be some stylish heart shape pulsing or would it be more like the Madonna hearts on the wall of our old house the one where her heart is visible and looked like some kind of disection in a religious laboratory.

But nothing happened. He just kept sleeping there oblivious to my presence.

So I left him.

Turned the key in the lock and then left it in it's hiding place under the floor boards.

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from

Mother's Day.

by CAnne Ford

5-9-11

all rights reserved by the author

LOL I'm listening to Sting and thinking about Billy. Before he died he ran out of his apartment being chased by an angel.


I loved him so.



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