Kitchen Reverie
Body of mine that holds all my thoughts from my head to my toes. Have I thanked you for carrying me all these years?
No, I think I have been remiss in this.
I have bullied you when you did not feel so well to keep the wheels turning.
Only when you threatened to go on strike and set up a picket line that you laid down across did I take notice.
My legs have kept me to the road that I have chosen to traverse, a steady pace and when I needed the speed there was no protest as adrenaline and heart raced.
Now my back is not as straight some days when I curl too much for my liking when I should be standing tall with my convictions. When I should have bent more to allow the passage of outdated ways that ache in my shoulders ….was that your reminder?
Back, you really have been rather marvelous ( said best in a stiff upper lip Brit accent), not to just pack it in all together with the load of emotions I drag around on some of my particularly ‘All about ME’ days.
The eyes you are next on my thank you agenda. My eyes that will look deeply into the eyes of others for that joy of life bouncing off their iris. My eyes are green with a blue rim…I kinda like the idea this means something really wonderful. If you know mega shit loads about iridology… please don’t BM with any info…I’d like that thought to stay just as it is.
Loyal are my eyes and even as time has dimmed them a tad, I am assured the view has magnified to detect the smallest nuances that as a child I simply would of passed by.
I eat all manner of diets, some the guru’s would extol a menu for God herself or himself. Let’s not cross too many crosswords figuring out which one is right. I reckon I’m still looking reasonably ok even though I am likely not a poster gal for meat and three veg with fruit to follow.
So my pen writes this as I stand in my kitchen with washing drying, dishes drying, the noise of a son sleeping nearby, heart beating, my life viewing and hope replying in the connection I see in the simpleness of my kitchen life trading. Open usually late, just don’t’ expect too much if you arrive unannounced.
These were my thoughts tonight as I wrote with a real pen on real paper in my kitchen listening to the rain.
Solar Zorra
This is so intimate, like standing in your kitchen with you. I’m glad to see you’re still happy with yourself, and your beautiful green eyes. (I favor mine too, they’re light grey with gold rim) don’t know what that means, so no lecture from me. Ha. I have decided it’s probably a good thing I’m on the other side of the world, you and I would get in too much trouble together, but if I happen to drop in…..could ya maybe find some gin? ;) SZ
ArcadiaTempest replied
Gin….sure and some baileys and some strawberry wine and scotch…hmmm oh and some icecreams…can’t forget the icecreams. Sunning ourselves could be problematic…winter an all :))
Solar Zorra
Well…...then you’ll just have to come here, it’s the middle of summer! Wouldn’t that be great, we could have summer whenever we wanted….got to figure out this little money matter though, going to each others house could get a bit pricey. Weren’t you brewing up some men the other day? Throw in the a pinch of filthy rich, and we’re having a party girl. :) SZ
Solar Zorra
Not we’re having a party girl, I meant we’re having a party! girl. Ha :) SZ
ArcadiaTempest replied
LOL….. Hmmm I’ll see if I can tweak that recipe…still waiting on the first batch to rise…. :))
Erika .
I feel like I just visited your mind, KarenSue.
Body of mine that holds all my thoughts from my head to my toes. Have I thanked you for carrying me all these years?...this really made me think. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, my friend. xx
ArcadiaTempest replied
LOL…. I think what an odd person I am …and then I think well that is just me. Hence my recent write. I think we are just me kinda people you and I….and I thank you for visiting my kitchen…XOXOX
devotee1
I enjoyed this read very much. Real, down to earth, honest and totally human (I mean that in a wonderful sense). Brava!
“So my pen writes this as I stand in my kitchen with washing drying, dishes drying, the noise of a son sleeping nearby, heart beating, my life viewing and hope replying in the connection I see in the simpleness of my kitchen life trading. Open usually late, just don’t’ expect too much if you arrive unannounced.
These were my thoughts tonight as I wrote with a real pen on real paper in my kitchen listening to the rain.”
Great expression!
ArcadiaTempest replied
Hi there…...was nice to just grab a pen and write away with the feeling of a pen and paper. Must admit that I do prefer typing on my computer mainly cos I can at least read what I have written days later. Unlike my scribble !! If I don’t put it to a doc on the computer almost hot off the kitchen bench I go sideways trying to read what I have written. :))))
Cassidy JK (Ra...
Thank you for sharing this with us.
ArcadiaTempest replied
Kitchen is always open for a chat mate. XX
linaji
and I was sitting at the table eating an apple.. you were and are brilliant my sista!!
ArcadiaTempest replied
eating an apple….I see this wonderful art with a red delicious apple with your lips on it….XXX
Symmetry45
I love being caught up in the moment when the silence of chaos takes us over and gives us some good juice to ponder in our own way.
This is honest to goodness good honesty! I love it and miss the shit out of your writing K!
ArcadiaTempest replied
Your comment gave me the hugs ….. You make me feel very loved …thank you XX
greeneyedlady
oh, to reread this with a glass of strawberry wine….sounds like a good idea…..and it also sounds like you have learned to be kind to yourself…..
ArcadiaTempest replied
Hi Ya Lisa….I am learning to be more accepting ….and the bits that confront I try to look at when I have the emotional fortitude to dive in, I appreciate you visiting my kitchen…you are always welcome I will try to get over to your kitchen more often.XX
AndrewJP
I’ve got a perfect mental image of your kitchen, now. Don’t tell me what it’s actually like though… Just like you with your eyes, I’d like my picture to stay just the way it is :)
ArcadiaTempest replied
It is done…..I will not tell you anyding! ...except hello …do you drink tea or coffee or niether? Scotch maybe?
Matt Penfold
This is very real KS, I really like the feel of it and as others have said I could picture you sitting in your kitchen writing on real paper but I’m sure the vision I conjured up is far more old world rustic than the reality. This is a lovely piece of writing ;-)
ArcadiaTempest replied
hmmm I am bit of a rustic relic maybe…XX But only some days mind you on other days I am just the beginnings of a thought about to awaken in the morning……hmmm sounds like another idea for a write me thinks!
You are welcome back Matt anytime ….well as long as you bring some of your devilish wit and crack-up biscuits XX
greeneyedlady
well you just come on over whenever you have the time!! i so enjoy following you on the bubble and i’ve been a little too busy lately myself….but i’ll be there in your kitchen much more often than i have been of late :))))
AndrewJP
I drink a bit of tea and a bit of coffee. Wouldn’t mind an Irish coffee tonight, to scare the Tassie winter out of my bones :)
ArcadiaTempest replied
I have been to Tassie a few times and it is a beautiful isle but geezzzz winter time could freeze the monkeys and all not just the parts that roll ;O)