the outcome..

my heart beats a steady rhythm, sure and complacent,
yet one look and it falters,
it is thus so with humans, just when we are settled into our own little world,
all emotions tied together safely with a string,
a touch sends tentacles of electricity traipsing through nerve endings,
mind and heart compete over sovereignty of this human form,
this shell that holds such a vast amount of nerve endings,
emotions and spirit.
heart verses mind
a war within the corps,
my heart beats an unsteady rhythm
the war has been won
for now.

Unexpected

The road to love is long and unforeseen, at times a short tumultuous night of passion
once spent, never to be reconsidered. Other times,passing through the ages lasting years, until worn down to
monosyllabic responses.
Yet we all search for "it". Once found it can be the most unexpected surprise,
until we try to hamper it, tie it down and possess it completely, suffocate this "gift", because it is a gift.
The world is vast and our time short in comparison, so, if found, no matter how the circumstances, listen to your heart,
nurture it, physically, emotionally and smile..because you have received a gift for however long it lasts.


sigh..smiling..I never meant to sound so philosophical..forgive me my friends..the intentions are simple.

journey

I'm not sure who said it,

It's not the destination but the journey which is important..

my flat has become my haven, welcome those who would take a journey...

after a few days of demos with kids, feeling a little less unsure and perhaps a little more.....
courageous.

oh! Obama winner of the Nobel Peace Prize!!!!! sigh...why??

swarm

heart pounding 'gainst my breast,
unrivaled fear an sleepless nights persist,
why...have I gotten in over my head again..
full moon
a giver of strength or
sower of doubt..
where has my confidence flown,
would that I could find it again,
before the rising dawn-
brings a swarm of children.

I'm sure to miss this..

Is it just me?

Or does anyone else find this a bit funny...

Chinese state tv starts 24 hour Arabic channel.

According to the Associated Press..

BEIJING — Chinese state television has begun broadcasting an Arabic-language channel for the Middle East and Africa as part of efforts to expand the Communist government’s media influence abroad.

hmmm.....

to be young...

My youngest niece, Tara, is six..going on sixty..She calmly informs me that she wishes she was older, of course I informed her that she is getting older every day..but that didn't seem to satisfy her. Sitting across from me, while the sun sets behind us we just had a serious conversation about death, marriage and why I don't have babies! I had to promise her that I wasn't about to die too soon, our dog had just died after a very long and happy life- 12years. But I had to inform her that it wasn't written in a book, no one really knows when they will die..she seemed to accept that..She has just informed me that she doesn't want to get married. I said that's alright, not everyone has to get married, then she informs me, why...you know she says in a whisper, squishing her face into a frown, people kiss on the LIPS when they get married..yuck!...of course I had to smile..and I said to her she might just like that when she gets older...sigh..at that moment she was precious!! My brother and other niece intruded before she could continue.. She also informed me in a no nonsense voice that we had to talk, and she meant to intrude on my private time tomorrow...hmm, I wonder what else she is going to ask me about...something tells me I will have to be on my toes!

Keyif...

No matter where I am in this world, sunset is my favorite time of day...the sky turns a burnt orangish red..,little fishing boats on the water...a soft breeze, and mountains in shadow..what more could I want..silence and a peace of mind...maintentant la vie est belle...avec la bierre froide..Mindful of the little things...I've come to appreciate them more and more..

(thank you for the correction)

a whimsical note..

My eyes burn from the sea,

what a delight it would be-

if I could only see,

what I was meant to be.

Heat...

My mind lingers on the memory of snow! Not just any snow, but crisp, fresh, firmly packed snow. The kind that squeeks under your feet as you walk through an enchanted forest of white! Alas...

Sweat runs down my back dripping between my ass, to slowly find its way down my legs, it has company, as a race is on its way, as sweat also drips down my breasts, between my legs to meet up together somewhere between my knees. Nearly naked but for a thin covering of a dress, the fan has become my dearest friend, my bed mate, yet it is not enough...37C heat, with no wind..the slightest breeze becomes a luxury. The sea glistens in the sunlight, jumping in,nieces and all, the salt stings as you open your eyes-a momentary respite from the heat..too hot to move, to think, to sleep...

Yet..between 8 am and 9am, the weather is fresh, the water is crisp, and solitude is mine, a quiet cove on the beach, with noone in sight, a slight ripple of waves and water so clear you can see the bottom, I slowly do a back stroke, mindless but for the coolness of the waves, my body recovers from its sleepness night, the water strokes my skin, as it calms my mind...savoring the memory now as I savor the memory of the snow..

Dinner with an old friend

Newly married, Onur prepares chicken..

While Ilgen and I enjoy some raki -sunset..lots of little "meze's" (turkish appetizers)..


Moon rising...and still drinking..

one day in my brother's lens..

buying (tavla)backgammon in an old Han(caravan saray), drinking tea while some nap away the afternoon heat.

my mother and I walking up one of the many hills..

mother and uncle's wife two generations of friends, and me of course talking.

the truth..trying to wake up..

breakfast on the balcony with mom..

a quote

which i'd like to share...

may the sun
bring you new energy by day,
may the moon
softly restore you by night,
may the rain
wash away your worries,
may the breeze
blow new strength into your being.
may you walk
gently through the world and know
its beauty all the days of your life.
-apache blessing.

nature in all her simplicity..St.Hilaire

Some images of St.Bruno

I've been remiss and not included photo's for a while, hope to make up for this..
Photo's of St.Bruno, and Chez Patrice.


My first taste of absynthe..

reflective...tastes quite strong, of course I drank it turkish style, water on the side..can understand why people became addicted.

a portion of Chez Patrice's ferme..kamouraska river.

mirror image me, thought some might like to remember the way I look..clay pot in the background for roast pork with organic plums in vinegar...always food...or..
nature..

towards sunset...rainy day.

same day around the same time different place

evening same day with moon

night...same day.


and Fin..very very nice,great people, i like fires..if a bit cold..

passing years

at times i'm tired of searching and want to rest,
to lean against your warmth
and succomb to the temptation of giving in.
yet, where are you?
you exist, that i know,
if only once found,
i had the means of keeping you.

a lesson remembered

The only thing that I really remember from algebra is that two negatives make a positive..that is a practicality that can be applied to real life as well. Sometimes it takes experiencing something that is "negative" in energy or force in order to find something "positive". Once you've overcome something that has left you tired or drained, you usually find that life isn't so bad, or in my case I'm always amazed to see that I can make good friends so easily. They open their doors for me, and let me into their lives and their friends as well, just when I feel the world is going to hell in a hay basket (sorry for the non native english readers), life turns around with a small gift, thank you. So perhaps this is nature's way of sometimes shifting our perspective a bit...

nature's orchid

hidden away,too small
but for those, who look for it.
a flush of pink-
delicate,
my finger gently probes its surface,
gliding softly
between two petals,
unguarded
it opens.

peace

the sun sets softly.
pink and purple
spread over the sea
in low tide.
reflections in the sand,
create an illusion of space-
where does one end and the other begin?
peace but for the mosquitos,
peace and the mating call of frogs.
resting high up on the mountain,
slowly we sip Cinquante
as night comes upon us.

never so simple

compose my scattered thoughts,
it rages wild
leaving me with nothing to hold.
i ache inside
with an unsatisfied urge
to hear your voice,
to feel your touch.
hands both soft and supple grasp mine,
hard
and yet, i would savour the pain as it leaves me
wanting
to hear your soft indrawn breath.

what once was

free from doubt
amongst the ruins of my mind
forms and places take shape.
running images of what once was
and
might be lost.
the sun bleeds over the blue mosque,
as the cry of the seagulls blends
with that of the faithful,
drawn to
the softness of your lips
breathless
blue eyes stare into green
freeing me from doubt
leaving me with what once was.