Howdy howdy all!

I had a fantastic time in Dixie with my family and friends. My baby cousin had a great Sweet 16 party and I got the chance to take pictures of a lot of the sights and scenes of the past and present while I was there. The time was much too short and I will be going again next month for about a week I think.

The short time really did help me to put a few things in perspective and to put a lot of out of place feelings into place. My concept of time and space has been modified to a degree that can only help me to work the magic that I have in the most efficient way possible. I intend to do just that. I have been steadily moving toward my goals but my own internal issues and some unwanted and counter-productive external issues have kept me from really diggin in, so to speak. When I think of it now I realize that I need to stay focused on my goals and not let issues that slow or halt my progress take over.

Time is fast and slow and I suppose I hadnt really thought about the dichotomy of time in the proper way as of late. But here's to an even keel folks. Although I suppose that I will never be completely above external and internal stressors, but then again who the heck is? I recognize that some situations will be awkward for me for a while but there are other areas that I can absolutely smooth out! so YAY!

Now back to Mississippi!

We used to swim in a creek when I was a kid like every other day. I think it broke off from either the Atchafalaya River or the Mississippi River, could even be the Homochito River, I can't be sure now but it (the creek)was constantly being filled and filtered by some body of moving water. It used to reach the high banks unless Dog Days of Summer where upon us in August. Now, though, it scarcely has any water in it what so ever. It still has a bunch of snakes and turtles though so I guess that's something...

I remember crossing the expanse of my Uncle Doc's yard as quick as lightning to avoid his two mean as hell pitbulls to get to the barbed wire fence that corralled his livestock. Once securely on the other side of the fence we would stroll oh so slowly and lazily through a gorgeous green pasture to the creek, picking blue, black and raspberries along the way to eat during one of our many swim breaks. Oh and son't forget he honeysuckles! If we were really feeling peckish we would pick a few ears of sweat corn and eat them raw, or wander to the sugarcane field and snag a few stalks to chew on by the bank. I was some barefoot country gal back in the day...what am I saying...I am still a barefoot country gal and right about now my accent is So freaking heavy that I can hardly stand to hear my own voice... maybe I'll have the courage to gabcast it for ya'll soon.

I have a ton of photos that I need to download and clean up before I post them. I will probably get some of them on here later tonight my friends!

How about some poetry...here goes...

To The Lake

In Spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less -
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody -
Then - ah, then, I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight -
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define -
Nor Love - although the love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining -
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake. --Edgar Allan Poe

Goddess Bless