Ramblings. As in: Have Words -Will Ramble. As in: Ramble: to write or talk aimlessly or without sequence of ideas, to proceed with turns and twists; meander As In: observances of an everyday life in passing through the spectrum of extraordinary.
SIX RANDOM THINGS
Monday, April 28, 2008
Normally, I don't play games. Although, hide & seek always had some sort of weird, breathless, CS Lewis attraction. (And I can also play a mean hand of Rummy and Spades - cards anyone?) What I mean by that is- I don't normally play anything related to web-based games - but WORD GAMES and getting tagged by my witty, charming, beautiful, talented friend Ronlyn Domingue - Okay, I'll come out and play. so, Dear Razi, Here are my SIX Random Things of the day.
#1. I still don't know what Radon is. Only that it is invisible and can kill me. Like the pesticides on all my fruit and vegetables and the chemicals in my water. I try to eat organic and steroid/antibiotic free meats and stay away from any eerie under the house place that Radon would lurk with an evil laugh.#2. To counteract this healthiness, I rub myself down with an unholy chemical called DEET to keep vermin like TICKS that will give you Rocky Mountain fever in a New York Second and MOSQUITO'S that will give you other stuff like, hmmm, AIDs and Malaria, and West Nile Virus. (or is that a ticks too?)
#3. I hate those blood-sucking, great swollen, nasty vermin we call TICKS. More than I hate the big black flying creatures we call roaches in Florida that are really supposed to be Palmetto bugs which makes them sound nicer than are. These Roach bugs will attack you and bite you and they are actually a life form that intends to take over the world. They will make me scream in a very B movie SCREAM 45 kind of way that I reserve for only them. I don't scream when I walk up on a snake and it's rattlers are telling me to BACK AWAY VERY SLOWLY OR IT WILL KILL ME DEAD.
#4. Even though the world has ticks and roaches and rattlesnakes bigger than my leg and DEET and meat full of stuff you wouldn't feed to your neighbors mean dog - it still has lots of other things that make it cool. Like Starbucks Chocolate chunks crashing into Coffee Ice Cream, and little kids that don't know any better than to laugh and dance for no good reason, and full moons and bonfires, and road trips, and Lyle Lovett, and the healing that comes in after a heart is broken, and changed, and put back together.
#5. I love taking road trips with no itinerary except moving on down the highway with good music and a Great friend that knows how you look without make-up and could care less 'cause they just love seeing your face cause it's yours and they love you and your face in all its tired glory rates way up there on their top ten list of things they love about life.
#6. I miss my Daddy some days so much I cry even though he passed away years ago and crying makes me feel like a little Girl which is kinda strange 'cause I never felt like one even when I was.
(Other's just tagged:)
1. JT Ellison
2. Toni McGee Causey
3. Eric Wilson
4. Denise Hildreth
5. Ron Hogan
6. Sonya Worthy
posted by River Jordan at 9:43 AM
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Rockers and the Moon
Friday, April 18, 2008
Okay, so I rocked and wondered a little longer. And then some more. But I must tell you I'm the kind of girl that can get drunk on the moon. The kind of girl that tries to get my New York writer friends to kick their shoes off on a summer night and in the middle of a dress up dinner on a waterway with a red moon rising on a rich lawn with outside bars and tables laden with food, to yes - get barefoot! - and walk through that manicured lawn. And they just shake their heads and say - "oh, there she goes AGAIN, with all that tree, moon, barefoot stuff!" Yep. There she goes again. So give me a chance to put my feet up and listen to the wind in the trees and the frogs singing off somewhere down by the water and - well, shoot, it's a wonder I ever got up or turned the computer back on.
So I've been living don't you know, this bittersweet life we have, this beautiful cup full of the moments we grasp or let pass right through our fingers. Listening to a little bit of everything, discovering new music from producing BACKSTORY on the RADIO which is a labor of LOVE and good medicine for my soul (as it has been for the listeners discovering it from Seattle to Sweden) and taking a few snapshots and losing myself in Pat Conroy's words from The Water is Wide and them making me want to give it all up and teach. No, Really.
Moved a little farther out into the country (aka the owls, coyotes, trees and such) and went to visit the local gas station where there are rocking chairs (very nice rockers) lined up in front of the store. I asked the women inside if she had the rockers for sale. She replied, "Ah honey, those are just for our customers. On a summer day they just love to sit out there and rock and rock." Now, some folks might wonder about customers that will sit in a rocker that looks out at the gas pumps and the road passing by but I get it. The scenery keeps changing you know. People keep coming and going and in the meantime you get to rock and rock and rock. And life gets a little better that way. A little sweeter. (And my dear friend Denise, when you come to visit you have to stop by there on the way because the big barrel just inside the door  has cokes in the glass short bottles iced down and waiting for you!)
One recent chilly, night Mr. Wonderful built a fire in the fireplace which currently houses a fine, framed portrait of a Rick Bragg book cover (that old Grandaddy of his facing out from the cover of Ava's Man has become a benevolent angel looking down on me while I write these last few years) and I put my feet up with a glass a wine and looked into the flames and thought, you know, it  don't get much better than this.
 And then - just look here - the pink trees started blooming. Now tell me you can't just loose yourself in those blossoms!
Ah honey, so much life - so little time.
posted by River Jordan at 4:19 PM
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Then I Sat Down . . .
Thursday, April 03, 2008
 You know, I really was thinking about writing, was planning on writing, had every intention of writing and then I sat down on the front porch and looked out over the trees at the fog rising like a cloud up through the little valley between us and the next ridge. And right then rocking and thinking about writing made a lot more sense than the act of writing itself.
 So, the Queen of Chaos got moved in, unpacked, and is nearing what just might be some sort of organizational epiphany. Lord, help me - must mean this gypsy girl is gonna settle in for awhile. So, if you don't mind, I'll sit a little longer and let the owls call, the coyotes howl, and the thunder roll.
After all, a little rocking and a lot of wonder is good for the soul.
posted by River Jordan at 3:44 PM
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