Sunday, July 06, 2008

Pixies for peace

His little fingers open and close, the tissue paper soft wings of a newborn butterfly resting for just a moment, on the knotty limbs of an oak tree. He traces my veins and wrinkles, smiles, and holds on tight. Sighs and closes his eyes. For just a moment, I close mine, too. And I pray I'll live long enough, laugh often enough, to become a hundred year old pixie in his memories.



I'm standing at the ocean wall. And I feel her. Rising up in my heart. Hear her. See her. I spin around and know they feel her, too. Nana. She's at the bar playing Cahoot's with strangers. She's in patent leather knee high boots dancing with her new best friends. She has little lady fingernail shells stuffed in her yellow pocketbook. Magic potions in her carpetbag. She tossles my hair, runs her finger down my sunburnt nose, and throws her head back. Laughs and shoos me off...."Have fun, be free, little ones..."



Her face is scribbled. A thousand wrinkles swimming in every direction. Blonde hair piled on her head in banana curls. She's beautiful. The band drags their cords and amps, speakers, guitars, drums across the deck. "Testing one, two, three, testing".....and then she's gone. We're on our own. The man across the bar, with the Bon Jovi hair, rises and walks toward us. Giant fuscia hibiscus blooms in his hands. "For the flower children" he smiles....



And I look up at the sky and thank her.

21 comments:

i beati said...

simply heart wrenching- They go before and come behind us ...sk

kj said...

is it fair to make me cry on sunday? just beautiful. and you know i know...

:)

Shimmerrings said...

Thank you... and thank you for being who you are...

Peace & Love... and Rainbows...

singleton said...

Ibeati....you are so very right. In the last few days, nights, moments, we have been surrounded by those that embraced us.... then....and now... Love grows...

KJ....I know sweet friend, I know....
Hugs....

Shimmerings...I sat tonight with a friend wedged between concrete buildings with only a sliver of nature left....watching the light shift between the trees, a feral cat scampering in the pine straw...and saw your rainbow there...an unexpected peace....

Peace~love my friends
It grows....

WILSONART said...

The love is just oozin' out all over this post!
From your Nana
And from his Nana.
Blessed are all the Baby Loves of this world, who have Nanas.

(no matter how old those Baby Loves become)

skinnylittleblonde said...

'Love Grows, even when we have stopped growing...growing up, growing old, going away...No matter where we go...Love still grows'
ILYSVVFM

she said...

what a beautiful memory, precious picture, wonderful tribute

i believe laughing often helps a great deal with the living long part

"to babies, to parents, to grandparents, great grandparents, to life!" love, ~s.

Maithri said...

Dear friend,

Reading this
kisses my eyes
with tears.

I am in awe of you
your gift,

your heart,

In love and the deepest gratitude for your winged presence in this world,

Maithri

karma lennon said...

And now I'm all teary....so sweet and so precious....I love getting a glimpse into your world. :)

The Electric Orchid Hunter said...

How fleeting life is, how precious human contact. But we live on in the memories of those we leave behind. May they be sweet memories, all.

Sandy Kessler said...

omg every time I come to see Landon's little pucker- how huggable is he??wow

singleton said...

Babs...Clink! From one Nana Girl to another! Love grows!

Skinny...Gawd, I love you! And it grows......

She....the Magic! Laughter! Out loud, muffled, giggled under the sheets, shhhhhhssssshed, dancing in the eyes....Laughter is what can make the tiniest most mundane moment the most incredible memory forever....I'm with you girl!

Maithri...If you had been with us at the seawall, Nana would have kissed you in the wind....I know it! Muah!

karma....Girl, i just keep thinking about your wings, gonna send you the tin man's oil....to keep 'em going and growing! Much love, little one!

Electric...the perfect toast! May they live on.....And I know now what I didn't know then....it's the tiniest moments, the smiles, the belly laughs....that are the mountains!

Sandy....Oh, wait til you see the new ones!

Peace~love my friends
I've missed you,
lightening struck for the third time has sent me back to the drawing board, the lazy round river,
into the quiet....
Good to be back on line! Muah!

lovemesong said...

Glad you're back. Missed you too my dear friend.

skinnylittleblonde said...

Ha! I found Pixies for Peace!!!!

singleton said...

loveme.....Whooo! Hooo! Fridays are for dancing! Clink! Early beers and cheers and.......
Seahorse surprises!

skinnylove....Double whoo!hoo! I missed her, but even lost, that little pixie gave me peace....
I pictured her wadded up with the towels and discovered by just the right person at just the right time, found at the beach and laid to dry on the seawall....calling "take me with you" to the next set of barefooted passers-by....under the bed, or the couch....waiting to peep at the next person that just needed peace! Pixies for Peace! Whoo~ Hoo~ Mama missed ya!

Orhan Kahn said...

I always feel as if I'm missing something vital when I'm reading posts such as these. Still, beautiful.

singleton said...

Oh Orhan....You're beautiful!

Orhan Kahn said...

Thank you :)

eric1313 said...
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eric1313 said...

the big time boys
in the rock and roll band
will always play your song.

the circle...

the clinks!

the music
speaking to more
than just our ears

it binds us to the moment

a touch

a kiss

or just
a life-is-beautiful
look--
the clandestine language
of knowing eyes

it's all music baby...

any time you want

just tell me...

"shut up and dance, silly poet"

not one word needs
pass your lips

let the moment speak
and I will always

listen

The band is playing your song...

----

Clink!

singleton said...

Orhan, oh you're welcome, baby! And thank you....

Eric...
Funny that you should stumble back here,
climb into these archives...
I've never ever felt her presence more than this week-end....
we marathoned the streets,
the bars,
the music,
we danced
low and
fast
and sultry
and slow
and
made balletic entrances
from make believe
curtains...
celebrating freedom...

And everywhere we went....
from blues
to rock and roll
to rave...
the "band was playing our song"....

Peace~love my friend