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  • Dreams | Kalilily Time
    image as a writing prompt Magpie Tales 208 Poet s Sleep 1989 by Chang Houg Ahn When poets dream the earth grows bones Stones hurl themselves through windows open to the lure of light only to return filled with shadows that divine the dawn Posted in dreams Magpie Tales metaphors poetry I never found my niche Posted on May 6 2013 by Elaine I enjoy reading mystery novels Even more if the main character is a female Even more if the plot involves some kind of headology that intriguing mish mash of psychology and shamanism magic and wishing Granny Weatherwax is what I consider to be the model for practicing headology but I ve posted about her before and that s off the topic of this post I am thinking about niches and headology two rarely connected topics because I just finished the novel Night Angel which applies various kinds of headologies to the process solving a murder mystery that involves a group of former 1960 Haight Ashbury roommates I never lived that hippie life except in occasional free flowing fantasies that I knew would probably not be as satisfying if played out in reality But that didn t stop me from fantasizing In the 1960s I was married with children and living in a rural suburbia I believed that had I not been living the responsible life I might have been on some Magical Mystery Tour of my own taking the Electric Kool Aid Acid Test But I never even had a puff of pot back then Oh wait yes once when a cousin who was married to a prison guard gave me a joint to try Never having even learned how to smoke a cigarette it was a failed secret experiment for me If housewifery was not my niche neither was hippiedom Decades went by without the feeling that I had finally found where I was supposed to be in the world I simply made the best of wherever I found myself I guess that I am still doing that I look back and see myself as sort of a wife sort of a mother sort of a poet sort of an activist sort of a bureaucrat sort of a dancer so many sorts but no real niche no place of grounding Maybe I found this Night Angel novel intriguing because each character seemed to have his or her own consistent niche My late once husband had a very definite niche He was a writer He once said to me that everything else was just sawdust He lived to write He had found his niche Alongside my new La Z boy recliner is a box with 700 pages of a typewritten novel of his that our son is self publishing for him posthumously It will be available soon to the public I want to read it because he often wrote with a strong sense of the power of headology and his female characters were always forces of nature But at the moment there is something in me that is envious of his niche resentful even His niche has manifested into legacies that will go on without him You need a niche to leave a legacy I never found my niche Unless it s late night blogging Posted in art blogging creativity dreams family heritage loss myth and magic writing Tagged blogging headology legacies mystery novels Night Angel NaPoWriMo 4 Posted on April 4 2013 by Elaine 70 I had planned for my 70th spring to blog my way down the East Coast searching out the names of those I knew along the way planting new memories that would grow old even more slowly than I I would take my time sleep in my little SUV if necessary charge my laptop as I drive stop where hot spots showed strongest keep my story going to no end That time had come And gone And I no longer dream of long distance running taking that last flight from anonymity Instead I wander garden hot spots searching for the solitude to rock instead of run to stop in time and contemplate the passing of Roger Ebert who was 70 Posted in aging blogging dreams friends NaProWriMo poetry Tagged NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMo 3 Posted on April 3 2013 by Elaine Wintersowing It starts early this need for green as the land waits in white quiet We dream a riot of leaves greening in the sun calling color from the deep of a bland landscape Sunflower seeds sowed sheltered from the frost release the hopes of wintered hearts and suddenly spring green The sun the sun and all we can become Theodore Roethke What Can I Tell My Bones Posted in dreams gardening NaProWriMo poetry Tagged NaProWriMo the sun the sun and all we can become Posted on March 27 2013 by Elaine It s sunny out today finally although the temperature still hasn t hit 50 The title of this post is from the end of this poem by Theodore Roethke one of my favorite crazy dead poets Gilda Radner s signature phrase it s always something is playing through my brain today Just when I m revving up for some physical movement and some windowsill seed planting I do something to my left knee and I m down for the count Ice packs and visits to the chiropractor are helping but at my age healing takes a lot longer than I like I m not exactly sure what I did to my knee but I think it has something to do with rolling out of bed one night a week or so ago in the middle of a dream about Bing Crosby I have no idea why I was dreaming about Bing Crosby but as he was sitting in my living room singing to me I reached over to pick up a sheet of lyrics that dropped on the floor and that s when I rolled out of bed I am an

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  • Fun Fashions | Kalilily Time
    final stages of building the Dalek that my grandson will sit in and propel around the neighborhood using my mom s old transport wheelchair as the base Don t know what a Dalek is Here s a clue I have always approached clothes as costumes I had my office worker costume my funky weekend wear by ballroom dance outfits What I wear has always been an extension of who I am and apparently I have passed those genes on to my kids and grandkid What they wear is who they are at that moment But what about me What has changed so that I am no longer excited about a new costume for Hallowe en or otherwise There is very little I seem to be excited about these days and my Hallowe en addiction seems to have disappeared It s it age Is it some kind of depression Meanwhile I am getting a real kick out of watching the birth of the home grown Dalek made all of cardboard duck tape bits of styrofoam wire wreath frames cup lids spay paint and an awful lot of imagination and determination Posted in aging clothes contests crafts creations creativity culture depression family fun fantasies fun fashions holiday nostalgia personal idiocies flawed but functional Posted on August 25 2014 by Elaine A friend of my daughter has become a grandmother for the first time so I decided to make the baby a flannel quilt that I happened to see online But I forgot to bookmark the instructions so I just winged it as I seem to do everything The result is flawed but functional It consists of three layers of cotton flannel fabric constructed of three double sided panels that you sew together after each is layered and sewn down the middle It s easy because all you use is a straight stitch One side has a raw edge between the panels the other was sewn with the right sides together I took the easy way out binding of the edges and just used a decorative edging stitch It s soft it s washable it s colorful and it s pretty indestructible It can be used as a quilt of a floor mat It works The other thing I made recently was a t shirt that has a panel of strip pieced fabric in the front This is another of my experiments to adapt t shirts to be worn without a bra I used strips of fabric to reflect the night sky and hand appliqued an image of Dr Who s Tardis which I will wear when we go to see the Dr Who season premiere in the movie theater tonight I can take the applique off after The panel is not quite squared off Flawed but functional I just changed the image header on this blog to reflect my new motto Posted in clothes creativity family fun fun fashions personal idiocies Tagged going bra less Still Knitting Posted on May 7 2014 by Elaine I made one more try making the side to side sweater I posted about before This is my latest and final attempt No matter how carefully I count and measure it still doesn t come out the way it s supposed to and I wind up undoing and redoing Like the other one it s wearable and this one came out the cropped length that I wanted Of course I have to consider that it s not the sweater s fault that I don t like the way it looks on me It s me The yarn is cotton acrylic and is discontinued I liked the feel of it when I saw it on sale a while ago so I bought enough of this Caribbean color and of a gray and white color to make a cropped cap sleeve sweater in each But I m going to use a different pattern this time It s really work in the garden time of year not sit around knitting But I tend to do both since I can t seem to just sit and watch tv in the evenings I have to do something with my hands Thus knitting Posted in fun fashions gardening knitting personal idiocies winter yarn snazzy older men Posted on March 15 2014 by Elaine Snazzy Now that s a word that dates me I just have to share this page from The Satorialist website that was left in a comment by Delaine Zody Of course just about all of those older men whose photos appear on that Satorialist page live in Europe Most American men can t seemed to be bothered to dress with flair That having said because I dress casually I still prefer men who dress in sweaters and chinos Maybe jeans if they fit well Sort of like this guy photo from that site Posted in aging clothes culture fun fashions men My 74th year selfie Posted on March 14 2014 by Elaine WYSIWYG No photoshop No makeup Oversized funky glasses I have some good genes from my mother wrinkling is slight but there are some deep gravity pulled lines I have some bad genes from my mother losing hair around the hairline Bangs are the answer And a better hairstyle but I haven t found one that I like And then I have to find a hairdresser who can cut it Onward into my 75th year Posted in aging culture fun fashions heritage personal idiocies I want to have fun with the trappings of aging Posted on March 12 2014 by Elaine I keep wondering if the biased attitude of the larger world against old people can t hear well can t see sell can t walk or count money fast is because that s the most obvious things they notice when we are out in public And we often don t look like getting old is much fun Granted if you are in pain it s not But what if

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  • Historical Fiction | Kalilily Time
    dress a long black beaded silk with a sheer back that dipped down to her tailbone But is was the coat that took her breath away the coat and the legend and the fantasy The multicolored floral brocade boasted gleaming gold threads that reflected the bright city sunlight Elaborate scrolls etched its lush black velvet cuffs and ankle skimming border A face framing swath of black fox added as an afterthought brought the coat to the level of a work of art By the time I rescued the coat from the empty corner of my spinster aunt s nursing home closet its shabbiness was well earned having been Zelda s constant companion through her bi polar adventures played out over two continents and two decades until both she and the coat began to unravel My aunt had been a nurse at the Highland Mental Hospital in Asheville North Carolina where Zelda spent her final years capturing on canvas the remaining bright colors of her memories and telling my aunt the elaborate coat tales that fed her lonely dreams of prodigal nights ablaze in the heart of a drowning Jazz Age Just days before the hospital fire that took her life Zelda gave my aunt the coat to wear to a costume party And so the Gypsy Coat was retired to the back of my aunt s closet although she always took it with her whenever she moved unable to dispose of its vibrant history The Gypsy Coat is mine now to ponder on the relic that it is a remnant of legendary lives lived with creative abandon dazzling artistry and deadly excess The day after I wrote this as I was watching a Friends rerun with the family Phoebe appeared wearing the coat I had described the day before I

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  • Jazz Age | Kalilily Time
    dress a long black beaded silk with a sheer back that dipped down to her tailbone But is was the coat that took her breath away the coat and the legend and the fantasy The multicolored floral brocade boasted gleaming gold threads that reflected the bright city sunlight Elaborate scrolls etched its lush black velvet cuffs and ankle skimming border A face framing swath of black fox added as an afterthought brought the coat to the level of a work of art By the time I rescued the coat from the empty corner of my spinster aunt s nursing home closet its shabbiness was well earned having been Zelda s constant companion through her bi polar adventures played out over two continents and two decades until both she and the coat began to unravel My aunt had been a nurse at the Highland Mental Hospital in Asheville North Carolina where Zelda spent her final years capturing on canvas the remaining bright colors of her memories and telling my aunt the elaborate coat tales that fed her lonely dreams of prodigal nights ablaze in the heart of a drowning Jazz Age Just days before the hospital fire that took her life Zelda gave my aunt the coat to wear to a costume party And so the Gypsy Coat was retired to the back of my aunt s closet although she always took it with her whenever she moved unable to dispose of its vibrant history The Gypsy Coat is mine now to ponder on the relic that it is a remnant of legendary lives lived with creative abandon dazzling artistry and deadly excess The day after I wrote this as I was watching a Friends rerun with the family Phoebe appeared wearing the coat I had described the day before I

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  • Nina Hamnett | Kalilily Time
    dress a long black beaded silk with a sheer back that dipped down to her tailbone But is was the coat that took her breath away the coat and the legend and the fantasy The multicolored floral brocade boasted gleaming gold threads that reflected the bright city sunlight Elaborate scrolls etched its lush black velvet cuffs and ankle skimming border A face framing swath of black fox added as an afterthought brought the coat to the level of a work of art By the time I rescued the coat from the empty corner of my spinster aunt s nursing home closet its shabbiness was well earned having been Zelda s constant companion through her bi polar adventures played out over two continents and two decades until both she and the coat began to unravel My aunt had been a nurse at the Highland Mental Hospital in Asheville North Carolina where Zelda spent her final years capturing on canvas the remaining bright colors of her memories and telling my aunt the elaborate coat tales that fed her lonely dreams of prodigal nights ablaze in the heart of a drowning Jazz Age Just days before the hospital fire that took her life Zelda gave my aunt the coat to wear to a costume party And so the Gypsy Coat was retired to the back of my aunt s closet although she always took it with her whenever she moved unable to dispose of its vibrant history The Gypsy Coat is mine now to ponder on the relic that it is a remnant of legendary lives lived with creative abandon dazzling artistry and deadly excess The day after I wrote this as I was watching a Friends rerun with the family Phoebe appeared wearing the coat I had described the day before I

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  • Quuen Of Bohemia | Kalilily Time
    perfect dress a long black beaded silk with a sheer back that dipped down to her tailbone But is was the coat that took her breath away the coat and the legend and the fantasy The multicolored floral brocade boasted gleaming gold threads that reflected the bright city sunlight Elaborate scrolls etched its lush black velvet cuffs and ankle skimming border A face framing swath of black fox added as an afterthought brought the coat to the level of a work of art By the time I rescued the coat from the empty corner of my spinster aunt s nursing home closet its shabbiness was well earned having been Zelda s constant companion through her bi polar adventures played out over two continents and two decades until both she and the coat began to unravel My aunt had been a nurse at the Highland Mental Hospital in Asheville North Carolina where Zelda spent her final years capturing on canvas the remaining bright colors of her memories and telling my aunt the elaborate coat tales that fed her lonely dreams of prodigal nights ablaze in the heart of a drowning Jazz Age Just days before the hospital fire that took her life Zelda gave my aunt the coat to wear to a costume party And so the Gypsy Coat was retired to the back of my aunt s closet although she always took it with her whenever she moved unable to dispose of its vibrant history The Gypsy Coat is mine now to ponder on the relic that it is a remnant of legendary lives lived with creative abandon dazzling artistry and deadly excess The day after I wrote this as I was watching a Friends rerun with the family Phoebe appeared wearing the coat I had described the day before

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  • Writing Circle | Kalilily Time
    dress a long black beaded silk with a sheer back that dipped down to her tailbone But is was the coat that took her breath away the coat and the legend and the fantasy The multicolored floral brocade boasted gleaming gold threads that reflected the bright city sunlight Elaborate scrolls etched its lush black velvet cuffs and ankle skimming border A face framing swath of black fox added as an afterthought brought the coat to the level of a work of art By the time I rescued the coat from the empty corner of my spinster aunt s nursing home closet its shabbiness was well earned having been Zelda s constant companion through her bi polar adventures played out over two continents and two decades until both she and the coat began to unravel My aunt had been a nurse at the Highland Mental Hospital in Asheville North Carolina where Zelda spent her final years capturing on canvas the remaining bright colors of her memories and telling my aunt the elaborate coat tales that fed her lonely dreams of prodigal nights ablaze in the heart of a drowning Jazz Age Just days before the hospital fire that took her life Zelda gave my aunt the coat to wear to a costume party And so the Gypsy Coat was retired to the back of my aunt s closet although she always took it with her whenever she moved unable to dispose of its vibrant history The Gypsy Coat is mine now to ponder on the relic that it is a remnant of legendary lives lived with creative abandon dazzling artistry and deadly excess The day after I wrote this as I was watching a Friends rerun with the family Phoebe appeared wearing the coat I had described the day before I

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  • Zelda Fitzgerald | Kalilily Time
    dress a long black beaded silk with a sheer back that dipped down to her tailbone But is was the coat that took her breath away the coat and the legend and the fantasy The multicolored floral brocade boasted gleaming gold threads that reflected the bright city sunlight Elaborate scrolls etched its lush black velvet cuffs and ankle skimming border A face framing swath of black fox added as an afterthought brought the coat to the level of a work of art By the time I rescued the coat from the empty corner of my spinster aunt s nursing home closet its shabbiness was well earned having been Zelda s constant companion through her bi polar adventures played out over two continents and two decades until both she and the coat began to unravel My aunt had been a nurse at the Highland Mental Hospital in Asheville North Carolina where Zelda spent her final years capturing on canvas the remaining bright colors of her memories and telling my aunt the elaborate coat tales that fed her lonely dreams of prodigal nights ablaze in the heart of a drowning Jazz Age Just days before the hospital fire that took her life Zelda gave my aunt the coat to wear to a costume party And so the Gypsy Coat was retired to the back of my aunt s closet although she always took it with her whenever she moved unable to dispose of its vibrant history The Gypsy Coat is mine now to ponder on the relic that it is a remnant of legendary lives lived with creative abandon dazzling artistry and deadly excess The day after I wrote this as I was watching a Friends rerun with the family Phoebe appeared wearing the coat I had described the day before I

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