It was a very good weekend. Scherie and myself and 5 others spent the weekend on her 51' houseboat with 3 decks at Center Hill Lake. The first night we laid there listening to the coyotes "yipping". The next morning we got up to go fishing. She caught 5, I caught 6. Too small to keep. We threw them back in. Grilled on the barbeque. Floated in the sun. We saw vultures, a chipmonk, a hawk, 7 geese thought about attacking me while I floated, a snake passed by Scherie while she floated, mallards elogently floated, and a deer coming home. Creatures of the earth. Yet, today, finally being alone, was wonderful. I painted. For whatever reason, I find myself needing, drawing to that "alone time". A place where only the divine and myself exist. Absolutely blissful.
About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
Monday, May 25, 2009
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