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SEPTEMBER SEEDS

4.1.1

Pentimento – Visible evidence of an alteration to a painting or drawing that indicates the artist changed their mind while executing the painting. This can leave an effect where ‘ghosting’ lines from the original design can be seen through the thinning paint.

Between the scenes and telling me that honesty dreamed dreams of me I found the oddest little seed that promised not reality…not quite real – and yet the dream left finger prints of seeds on me.

I did not leave them knowingly or if I did their scattering had left the sense that what I see was only you and was not me…

But in between…

Crisp the air between us feeds the need to follow and to lead; at once this song was dancing me and I was in its grasp.

Love is all about belief and casts its light indelibly where morning meets the grassy eve and leaves the dew of honesty.

You gave your place with shy retreat and slipped back in so quietly.

Do you watch where I have been and trace a path and watch again as I encounter covering that lets me try again…

The shadows warm and shelter me and there is light between these dreams. Call them back and I will find their gentle path to what we see and what we cover in between…

Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Vanitas Stilleven – Omgeving Rembrandt

NEXT TO YOU

Annie look alike

Mrs. Bonino…she is still here. Fat cat, brat cat, my favourite muse and friend. It is not really that we have not been speaking. We have. I have not been writing about our talks because she asked me not to.

She said “Cats don’t talk”…this is not good for your rep baby.. Makes you look a little loose in the brain box if you know what I mean.”

Her advice always cuts to the proverbial point – and I do mean “cuts”.

But today as she was rolling on the floor in her vast flesh and fur she gazed up at me and said, “take this down.”

And so as I ran around looking for a sharp pencil or a not dried out pen and some scrap of paper with space on it, she began to speak.

“Annie,” I said. “SLOW down…I don’t want to miss anything.”

And she said, “You will though, as always, because you are so busy trying to read and write the world that you don’t get the world under your feet.”

“But you said, write it down…and…”

“But look what you are doing,” she said. LOOK at yourself and then listen to me.”

So I stopped and listened. This is what I remember. I may have missed things of course because I did not write it down.

1. Take a chance with your dreams ~ because I want to get next to you.

2. Don’t be afraid of time passing ~ because I want to get next to you.

3. Don’t waste time and do what you are able to do ~ because I want to get next to you.

4. Feed me Friskies which is my favorite food and then feed me more ~ because I want to get next to you.

5. Stroke my fur…I love that ~ because I want to get next to you.

6. And give me all your sweet, sweet loving today, tomorrow and all our days ~ because I am waiting ~ to get next to you.

Thank you Mrs. B.

 

Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Pinterest

 

CIRCLE FOUND

Black bird

A circle caught my

Thoughts today

Placed me

And my place was found

Once again

Restored my faith

History and next are one

So moving on is moving through

It seems I caught and passed myself

Just in time to start again

It does not matter to me how

The new beginning came

Or how it found me in this place

And gave me peace

And showed me grace

Around and back we seem to dance

And birth ourselves another chance

One by one

We share this too

Always old

Always new

 

Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Pinterest

COMING DAYS

 

LEOPARD

Shallow shore that follows me

As I touch its foam

Like a tender new love kiss

That stays and waits for more

Water brushes earth and skin

And I brush what I say

The softest sound is whispered here

The softest touch is evergreen

Time gives gifts that drift astray

Randomly it seems

And who can say what length of days

Is true and just while angels play

And watch us strive and dream of things

That may or may not stay

Throw a stone and throw one more

And watch the ripples calling

All that matters in a home

Is love and trust and planting faith

A home of love

A home of prayer

Where people come to safely be

And all the windows look both ways

And kindness at the door

Let us build this house I pray

And I will come

And I will stay…

Catherine MacAdam