;orchestar of your woe
alley-cat wails to ease your mind
rough hands
eager eyes
down here spit-shinin' pennies
into dollars on the dime.
There is nothing quite like the thrill of being, quite literally, lost, in a foreign country. Room, withing the borders of your limited knowledge, to relax. Time to ease into vague waypoint and semidirection, amidst the echoing of solitary footsteps.
Bulgaria happened. It was spectacular. Changes of pace in so many senses. Much needed refreshment. After a few nights in an almost-too-cool hostel, we drove through the mountains, visiting a village of revolutionaries and quaint guest houses, then, to Plovdiv. My, oh my, Plovdiv. Cobblestone streets, statues, galleries, ruins, hills, amphitheaters.
These are some pictures. There are lots more.
Alex, thank you for sharing your beautiful creative writings and the amazing pictures. Continue to honor where you are. Take in all possibilities. I know you are doing that! Memories are best made on cobblestone streets. Leave your unique, only to you fingerprints on each statue. Spit upon the hills leaving your DNA forever there. Let your creative theatre spirit speak a monologue to all the ancient actors that precede you from many decades ago. Receive and cherish the distinct song of the alley-cat. Explore, learn, rest and feast for full direction will far too soon present its demand just over the horizon. Sending love from Carolina. We love and miss you! Mom
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Like a heart once broken
till daylight dances
with the bright sunlight
of unconditional love
colors exploding
full spectrum revealed
real beauty now exposed
prism of ever present love
Alex, as the days of 2009 count down to their ending, despite the oceans of miles between us, you add many beautiful shades of color to the prism of love present in a mother's heart. Enjoy and cherish your final days in Turkey. What a great year of memory making 2009 has been for you. Celebrate each of them. Much love, Mom