Category: Childhood Memories

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‘Dancing in the Doorway, in Featherbed Hollow’

I can still hear the deep throaty sound of the cam on his Granddaddy’s flathead V8 truck, as he ripped through the dusty roads of Featherbed Hollow; one of the roads that led to me, that steamy summer. I stood in the doorway, moving my hips slowly to the electric hum of cicada, while Billie Holiday’s ‘The Man I Love’ softly whispered from the back … Read More ‘Dancing in the Doorway, in Featherbed Hollow’

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The Lightning Walnut Tree

  The Lightning Walnut Tree I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient, lumbering, struck walnut tree. The shimmery haze of Summer sun, hypnotizes me;  as I dream of a silver winged storm that struck a jagged, cavernous rip, down the black walnut tree above me. Moving on the lazy porch swing by the river, I remember the pungent green … Read More The Lightning Walnut Tree

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Marrowbone Town is as Ancient and Orphic as the Memory is Intimate with Secrets…

  Marrowbone town is as ancient and orphic as the memory is intimate with secrets. Light is the same at Marrowbone in the morning as it is at dusk, when the sun and star shine, upon silver fog, reach the eyes. One will find many treasures and visions among the souls of townsfolk here. You will find them waiting for you among the thorned, … Read More Marrowbone Town is as Ancient and Orphic as the Memory is Intimate with Secrets…

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The Child always feels the Power of Presence and its Place among the Living, in our Time of Knowing.

As a child, that always ran towards the sun, I look for things that can never be found. I reach out to ones that have no answer- I see their smiling love, joyful laughter, like whispers in the wind… They are fleeting moments; in a locked time piece. I can hear the distant clock chime, a lonely moment signaling the time is near. It sits … Read More The Child always feels the Power of Presence and its Place among the Living, in our Time of Knowing.

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The Lightning Walnut Tree

  I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient, lumbering, struck walnut tree. The shimmery, amber haze of thick Summer sun, hypnotizes me; I dream of a silver winged storm that struck a jagged and cavernous rip down through the black walnut tree above me. Moving on the lazy porch swing by the river, I remember the pungent green scent … Read More The Lightning Walnut Tree

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A Journey after the Storm, Mimosa by the Forest and the Broken Window House

  After the storm water drops, cool upon my hair, like tears from leaves, from the forest. A gentle symphony sounds… of falling drops cascading from different heights, cicada buzzing and a hidden owl, watching. The scent of rain, I will remember, like I remembered when I was a child… A fresh sweetness from the new damp, electrically charged, was exciting to me. The dark roots of trees … Read More A Journey after the Storm, Mimosa by the Forest and the Broken Window House

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A Heartfelt ‘Thank You’ to all of our Clients, Family & Friends for the Love & Support of our Artisan Creations at Angel Blue Perfume LLC

I am so thankful and excited to state how well our company, Angel Blue Perfume LLC did last year and we are up and running strong this year too!! I am proud to create some of the finest wild crafted, all natural, artisan  perfumes and cologne for women and men. I have always been inspired by the ‘Old Ways’ of the Shaker people and Victorian perfume makers and … Read More A Heartfelt ‘Thank You’ to all of our Clients, Family & Friends for the Love & Support of our Artisan Creations at Angel Blue Perfume LLC

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Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets

  Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets The days set slow in Early Town where shadows arrange in mysterious shapes under hazy trees of late summer. I walk along a dry path; a dusting of cinnamon shimmer rises and settles in a traveling breeze across the field of milkweed and yarrow. The path I travel finds its place along Gum … Read More Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets

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The Secret Place (11:11)

The Secret Place (11:11) In the long days and moments of her dream wandering, she will discover the Secret Place. She moves at peace through angel snow and forest, as a child that knows its way. She comes with the hope of eternal sun, a rustling leaf melody and the bloom of life dancing to cicada’s electric hum. Her eyes of wandering reflect what … Read More The Secret Place (11:11)

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‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

Dreams From the Wood Porch December 30, 2014 A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust, as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of the afternoon heat. Not yet an angel, gold dipped in sin and prayer; her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor. He rocks back and forth ceremoniously on the … Read More ‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

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The Lightning Walnut Tree

  The Lightning Walnut Tree September 23, I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient struck walnut tree. The shimmery haze of thick Summer sun hypnotizes me, as I dream of a silver winged storm that struck a jagged rip down through the black walnut tree above me. Moving on the lazy porch swing by the river, I remember the … Read More The Lightning Walnut Tree

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