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The bonfire. A glimpse into my working space


There still is a lot more work to be done on this one but I wanted to keep you updated with the stages it’s going through.
Here, I am using extra strong gel medium to even out the texture and “nooks and crannies” of each flame which is a work of patience that I’ll have to take in my stride especially after just recovering from the flue. This is the last project of my bonfire collection.

You can check the first ones in this blog by typing in the search sidebar Bonfire and scrolling down to check the four…

Please excuse any mistakes in this post as it is the first time I am not using my laptop to do it.

It’s a great relief to have worked out how to be able to post from anywhere.

Any suggestions or tips would be welcomed and truly helpful ☺

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My pen & paper… my Aeneas


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After a long absence I take you between my thumb & index
Hoping to continue an interrupted alliance.
In doubtful moments you call, I long…

Words, shapes, phrases, impressions, perceptions, all dance
To my attention but life hollers, its pulse goes on beating,
Its stream resumes its course then, I forget…

I adapt… Until your next signal.

I remember the bond, the relief, sincerity & trust…
Treating you as a living might be ridiculed, to me you are
Most alive, available around the world,

Pristine & unwrinkled you absorb my unpublished, my Arcanum. (1)
Your condition, that I come along provided with ink & scratch
The cavities of my brain.

I will always be thirsty for more so, after a long or short lapse
Count me among your unwavering, your fidus Achates. (2)
My pen & paper, my Aeneas. (3)

P.S This poem was written far back in 1991 then I adjusted it in 2013 & today I readjusted it again!
hope you’ll like it 🙂

(1) Arcanum

A deep secret, a mystery

(2) Fidus Achates

A faithful friend or companion

(3) Aeneas

n. Greek & Roman Mythology
The Trojan hero of Virgil’s epic poem, the Aeneid, and son of Anchises and Aphrodite. He escaped the sack of Troy and wandered for seven years before settling in Italy.

Unusually striped jelly fish!


Unusual jelly fish ©copyright2013owpp

Unusual jelly fish
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We were strolling peacefully
Along the beach, wind blowing
Sun hibernating… When this
Jelly Fish caught our attention.
We swiftly “stole” the moment
Into our pocket of treasures,
Locking it safely in our prized
Collection…

Of family history.

The regular... ©copyright2013owpp

The regular…
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Unabridged- 1987 adjusted January 2013


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unabridged
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Unabridged
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A present
A memory
Tears, laughter
So much

So little
You say.
So strong
The fear

Of abandonment
Yours, my own
Emotions
Taking us

To a point
Of no return
Of ridicule
Contempt

So, I write.
My quill
My intermediate,
Unveils

My pride.
Makes you
Listen without
Causing a

Flurry
I have your
Warrant
To what appears

A pink cloud
Protraction of
Our affinity
Staging a few

More moments
Of grace
A pause in
The vastness

Of cosmos.
A confidant
Accomplice
Comate

All the facets
Of what we had
Obverse yet,

Unabridged.

Shadows of the anterior 1989- Adjusted January 2013


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Shadows of the anterior
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Born twice
From the womb.
And the confines
Of his dwelling.

He had to
Learn again.
First steps
First breath,

Look listen,
Copy and learn.
Grow up with
The hindrance

Of being already…
Molded into…
The obverse.
Memory with

No litheness
Candor
Admitting
Ignorance.

Inevitable
Decadence.
No mercy.
He lacerates

His mind.
Longing
Yearning
To be there

Heretofore.
Tension
Inhabiting
Every fiber.

Going back
His dread.
Incur his
Days of yore.

Spreading.
Heavy as a
Millstone
Clinging to his

Vital
Dragging it,
Losing it
Hounding him

At a corner
When least
Expected.
Routine

Impregnated.
Slapping his
Senses cold.
Shadows

Of the anterior
In the lines
Of a memory.
Landscape,

School staff
A cockroach!
Awakening,
Stunned

And floored.
Afflicting
His mind
His soul.

Till the cusp
Of his days.
Hoping to descry
Hear beyond

The senses.
Discern, feel
As a sculptor
Or a dancer.

Juggle with
Words in
A brushstroke.
With the ease

And grace
Of the loved.
A creator
Innovator.

Exhilarating,
Enliven over
His masterpiece.
The preciseness,

Veracity of
Thoughts
Translated
Into deity.

He goes on
Trusting,
Living the
Dream.

Yet, tiptoeing
Into his new
Territory.
The confines

Of his authenticity.

Families… April 2010


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Families…
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Families are intricate unities that assemble fragments of love, which they could easily discard if ego steps in.
Usually in a situation fabricated by their own imagination.
Families weave their own history, gluing it together with the substance called love hoping it will withstand the hazards of time.
Some families withhold the pressures of life by staying even closer. Practicing compassion, tolerance and love as a shining example for the world to witness.
Interacting with noble qualities as, finesse, integrity, virtue, righteousness, purity and above all a desire for true cohabitation.
They let their ego aside, seek and invite truth in, practicing patience and understanding in situations, others would have long buckled under.

Bursting as an olive seed, under the weight of a millstone. Grinding to its last drop.
How many of these “torches” illuminate our planet?
I wonder. Are they one percent? If they are, they should be standing high and proud. As the lighter of an Olympic flame.
Given a medal.
Instead, they are kept in the quiet. They tiptoe in the labyrinths of life and succeed to find a way out of this maze and convert it to beautiful alleys.
Some of them, growing an orchard on their way, with the promises of sweetness as a perquisite for having played a role in the grandeur of a king’s quarters.
Their children’s devotion, are their pride and badges. They take no heed in titles or honors.
They cherish the warmth of past memories and amuse themselves at keeping them alive by recalling them to their grandchildren, on long winter nights, a twinkle in their eyes, a spark in their heart and a smile on their lips.
Then, go on, feeding, on their children’s silent recognition, translated by small tokens. A gesture, a look, a hug and most of all, loving respect.
Are we aware of the importance of our each and every move?
As situations reveal themselves before our eyes, we are given a mind and heart to consult. The gift of introspection.
Do we use them wisely?
We have the freedom and dignity of choice. We could make an everlasting impression for generations to come. Leave our “trade mark“.
Is that not worth its weight in gold? Should it not give us a rush to strive toward that goal?
We could give up our self-made miseries and feed the younger generation with tender care.

Behave with consistency and rationality in order to provide them with the much needed security and balance in their lives so, as to prepare them on THEIR journey and pack their suitcases for the long road, with, stability, strength and joy. All vital tools in their jobs to shape a few generations to come.

And so it goes…

Building a non-ending chain of character, beauty and light.
In the hope, it will brighten the world and eradicate any dark shades left by the person…

Who thought he had no choice.

Memories of a comfy corner from our past 2012 ( ” Our ” Nature Shop )


OUR nature shop ;)

OUR nature shop 😉

Hi!
I hope you will enjoy this essay written in a spur of nostalgia.

” OUR ” Nature shop
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What was it I felt when I first stepped in, what we call today, OUR Nature shop?
Was I simply intrigued, was it fascination or plain gravitation?

I try to recapture the impressions.
The fragrances, the light, those solid wooden shelves that delivered a cozy atmosphere, the people that came in and brought peace with them or their quest for it…
Was it the staff that went about doing their jobs with a sense of purpose and dedication and took as much time
as was needed to help and guide us?
All those components probably contributed to the something-special-in-the-air.

All I know is, I entered, the door closed behind me and the world slowed down to almost a stand-still.
Noise, stress and the ( human ) rat-race, did not belong in this new dimension.

The shop was small, long and narrow.

Containing the unwonted products ever imagined.
The till was at the entrance on the right side. Straight on, I took a trolley that made such a racket on the brown
bumpy tiles, my head just slid into my collar as to avoid the glares. ( that never materialized )

The first thing that caught my eyes, on the left, was a wide range of seaweeds, which to be honest, I thought I’d never dare introduce to my family.
To anyone you would ask, seaweed is a algae found on the beach in a entangled heap with a load of sand on, and to me too.

I had a whole lot to learn!

The names on the labels were very strange to me. Among those seaweeds lay, many hidden treasures. Tiny dark, pink, dried balls of Umeboshi plums, different pickled vegetables, one of them called, Daikon, small packets of pure Agar-Agar for jelly treats.

As I went on, I located a long refrigerated-bakery-display, with a wide range of ready foods exposed to the pleasure of the shopper’s searchfull eyes. Salads, spreads, tofu, pastries, pies… Anything to whet one’s appetite and still have a clear conscience accompanying it.

Fresh-bread-in-old-fashioned-kitchen

On the wall above, were small shelves with a whole variety of natural bread loaves and on top, a row of tin boxes with among others, grey
and white Kudzu. I know Kudzu is not very popular in some countries but to me, it’s currently the only way I can start my day.
I find it to be a very soothing drink.

Behind my back is stacked, with what might seem boring packets of rice cakes, but here, they were offered, as salted, sweet, plain, with
seaweeds or sesames. Even cans and jars of organic corn and tomato puree looked appealing in this decor!

A few steps forwards and I had arrived at the end of the shop. In a corner stood a bucket with a brown and black spotted root soaking in
water. It was fresh Lotus root. A delicacy in our home at present (cooked, grated, fried or baked)

Along the wall was a fridge with a stock of Miso, Natto, Tofu, Tempeh…

Today, tofu is the only name that has practically traveled around the world, but back then, I had never heard about it.
Being so focused and spellbound, I had lost track of time and my first encounter with it lasted one hour and a half!

And so, it went on…
Natural cola, rice syrup, nut spreads, natural soaps and shampoos… I stood there, mesmerized and breathless as a runner after his first
marathon.

Natural-homemade-soap-bars-with-wheat-spikelets-shallow-dof-super-macro

Wait… Natural soaps?!

That was a concept totally alien to me. I wondered. Why on earth, would people consider paying double or triple the amount for something
that does not even enter the body?

Well, twenty years later, having been introduced ( the time of a holiday’s T.V show ) to the how-to-do home made natural remedies, cosmetics,
soaps and shampoos, and ” soaking ” myself in the experiment for a year and a half, I understood the importance and benefits of it all.

Browsing through those shelves, was a beautiful journey to the exploration of something new and refreshing. I was open and welcomed the change
in my life. This was something I could do for myself and my family to ensure a better future than the ones of the prognostics or, at least try.

A sense of joy and purpose filled my being as I went to the opposite side of the shop, heading for the cashier and inevitably arrived at my favorite spot. Rows of books neatly stacked, just for the pleasure of the avid eyes and the indulgence of the impatient…
I went from one title to the next, until I decided on a few, that will capture my attention, the time of brief delectation, where I could sink into
the realm of discovery and knowledge.

I opened one at random, to see if the words grasped my attention. The smell of ink and paper floated toward me as I leafed through the crisp, unruffled
pages. I pulled myself away, with the promise of treating myself as soon as the opportunity arises.

I had nearly arrived at ” destination “.
I was eager to go back home with my prized possessions.

A last glance at a whole paraphernalia of essences, natural stones, statues… A reminder of where we were.
I waited in line, hoping, I had not worn out the staff with my interminable list of questions. Was it relief I saw on their faces? It could very well be, but I hoped not. I nevertheless was very grateful for that memorable introduction to the natural world.

Closed shop

Thus, started, a fifteen to twenty years long familiarity with ” THE nature shop ” our kids considered, part of their childhood and part of their family history. Believing it would faithfully stand by their side throughout time.
Hence, their shock ( and ours! ) when the owners decided to close down.

As the days came to an end, clients practically felt the need to present their ” condolences ” seemingly bringing more comfort and consolation to themselves than to the owners!
To the loss of what one called a ” cathedral “.

How would we reorient our lives after this chapter, was a mystery.

We felt as the needles of a compass gone haywire.

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Some years have gone by and as I was busy with some mundane task, my mind wandered back to those aisles of warmth, freshness and sympathy, to what brought
flavor to life by its uniqueness and realized, we had never found a replacement for ” our ” shop.

But forever in our hearts, will be engraved the fond memories of this comfy corner from our past.

Comfy place