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Dear Friend,

Have you noticed of late the light is being used differently and the dark is settling into places it once feared to tread? The wind no longer whispers a name and water once turned to wine drips rust. My feelings are riding bareback on the red appaloosa that gallops the rolling hills of my dreams. Everything is as it was, the church doors are still locked but I can see through the stained glass, the altar is bleeding.

You might think I am frightened but fear does not penetrate loneliness. It is tricky ground. Do you remember the moss shawl that comforts my turned in shoulders? Today, I found my grandmother’s sewing scissors and cut the moss shawl, free. The term, “I am better now” is playing on repeat in my mind. I know that I am not better.

The washing is dancing with the breeze, and I think about pegging myself to the line. Do you think I am strange? Not just because I thought about pegging myself to the line. Oh for all the things I talk to you about.
I long to hear from you, I miss your stories.


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  • Tony Wilder
    Tony Wilderalmost 3 years ago

    Wonderful write Lisa…
    My feelings are riding bareback on the red appaloosa that gallops the rolling hills of my dreams

  • Thanks so much Tony, I really appreciate. I have not written a letter for ages, so this felt so good to do :)

    – Lisa Jewell

  • © Karin  Taylor
    © Karin Tayloralmost 3 years ago

    wow, Lisa, I don’t think I breathed while I read this…you write in such a charming manner that I am always deeply inspired and intrigued. I love that you long to hear others too, it seems to marry into the thing I just wrote, I am deeply moved, beautiful!!! …hugs xox

  • yes I thought the same, when I read your new piece :) thanks Karin, this felt wonderful to write, I do so love my letters…hugs back xoxo

    – Lisa Jewell

  • Loui  Jover
    Loui Joveralmost 3 years ago
    words made into written song, as always seeing your visage on the feed is a stirring moment for one knows there will be sublime inspiration to be found.
  • you really are lovely :) thank you so much, Loui x

    – Lisa Jewell

  • Donna19
    Donna19almost 3 years ago

    Who among us doesn’t think about pegging themselves on the line. This is a good write for sure. Speaking of lines I have a story about a clothes line. When I was young we had a monkey. His name was Moto. He would run loose in the neighborhood at night and one day we found out why. One morning we noticed cars moving very slowly past our house and just staring at it. We went out to the road and looked back and on the roof was a shocking surprise. Moto had a nylon fetish we didn’t know about. There on the roof were womens under garments stretched out side by side and Moto was just rolling over each one feeling the material and wrapping himself in them. Well there happen to be a very large woman in the neighborhood and her underwear probably covered an entire corner of the roof. It was no doubt the funniest scene anyone had ever watched. From then on the neighbors had to hang stuffed white furry monkeys on their lines to keep him from stealing their underwear.

  • OMG that is so funny :) what a cheeky monkey…love this story xx

    – Lisa Jewell

  • JRGarland
    JRGarlandalmost 3 years ago

    I am the stranger riding in on a grey mare, leaving my lonesome soul behind to whatever may come. Welcome my dear friend. It’s been a long time.

  • yes I see you on a grey mare :) I’d love to ride with you, JR x

    – Lisa Jewell

  • Traceyisanozzy
    Traceyisanozzyalmost 3 years ago

    Dance me to the end of love on that washing line darling, beside the moss shawl, pegged up until all the moss fragments have fallen and the breeze blows the sweet smell of fresia’s through our souls…
    How beautiful and melancholy your words of wisdom are…
    Loving you xoxox

  • you know I love my Leonard Cohen :)
    gosh Trace, such a glorious image you have painted. I love you long time xoxoxo

    – Lisa Jewell

  • devotee1
    devotee1almost 3 years ago

    Very touching, Lisa; really tugs at the heart in a genuine way. Rare and beautiful writing. oxo

  • Thank you so kindly, Joe :) I am thrilled you enjoyed xx

    – Lisa Jewell

  • sandra .
    sandra .almost 3 years ago

    Peg me to the washing line strung between a tall rambling pear and a strong fig tree…let me flap in the breezy warm sun shine and feel the joy and sense of freedom in that ..
    (btw, I am hand wash only and care for gently:)
    A loving letter, Lisa, darling heart
    Sandra xo

  • oh you romantic true heart,
    I love it when you sing to me :) thank you xoxox

    – Lisa Jewell

  • AnLile
    AnLilealmost 3 years ago

    This felt so heartfelt and personal Lisa. xox

  • Thanks,
    and yes personal xxx

    – Lisa Jewell

  • LisaMM
    LisaMMalmost 3 years ago

    “Fear does not penetrate loneliness”…..such a poignant line that pierced my heart Lisa….this is a truly beautiful, write, the pen dipped from your beautiful soul. A joy to read…..inhale, exhale….it took my breath away. xxx

  • Thank you so much, Lisa


    – Lisa Jewell

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