Beatitude Point – part 2 ( 2014 ) – Alec … impossible to shake

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Scientist are now able to freeze light for one entire minute . I watched her walk in the door , her clothing wet with rain dropping from her like champagne sparkle . I’ve never seen her here before … she is an element of surprise , a soft metal – aahh , mercury … atomic liquid puddles in her eyes . She stands in a blush of vulnerability in the cubicle where the table lamp on the menu podium shines it’s beams reflecting in those  eyes . Eyes like passwords with secret lives – pathos , mischief , poetry , mantras , a hidden shrine to a lost love and perhaps even an inside joke to herself . She wears a man’s hat , a black felt hat that makes her so over – the – top feminine . If you happen to wonder just where she came from you would have to walk along a narrow cobblestone street and into a private courtyard and then around a corner … and still it would remain a mystery as to which exact door she had emerged from to now be walking along M-22 near Glen Arbor and entering this modern bar and grill where the music of 2001 : A Space Odyssey drifts away outside the bars entrance  as she steps into the reality of Saturday nights noise on this stormy night , 2014 , in this mid-western town …. two worlds , two men .

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Paulo and I didn’t really expect her to accept our previous invitation , a lame one at that , spoken so off handedly to her yesterday in the cafe . We didn’t really think she would just show up … so I was naturally excited that she did . Paulo hadn’t noticed her arrival yet as I stared rather un politely while she remained standing still and alone . And then it happened , she looked at Paulo and he at her and I witnessed the two of them meet at that very moment even if neither of them quite realized it . Feeling myself on a thrashing coastline between nowhere and nowhere and wanting to break the spell ( for you see I’ve fallen for her ) I raise my hand and yell out , ” Francis , over here “! Gretchen , my love , turns towards me and I’m nervous , very nervous for them to meet . Francis walks over shaking off her damp fur coat and as I take it from her , clumsy me , she smiles . ” Francis , this is Gretchen . Gretchen , Francie .( slip of the tongue ) I could sense Gretchens mind as it flew out of its nest about to get caught in the net of strangeness that was Francis ‘ aura .

” Excuse me  please ” said as she leaves to greet her brother .

” She’s rather haunted isn’t she “, Gretchen whispers in my ear . We grab our drinks , hers Bombay Sapphire gin and tonic and mine Brokers London straight up and move to the round table to join Paulo , Dave and Francis as tonight’s band is setting up under the luminosity of ordinary things – the water tower outside , the mahogany bar top , black leather stools , bottles of peach , citron , blue , mandarine and ruby red Absolute in rows on the mirrored shelf .

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Photo of water tower by Leannecolephotography.com

” What is it you like “? Gretchen asks Francis , offering to order her a drink .

” bare feet ”  – a slight pause as we all look at eachother and suddenly a one word conversation ensues between them while the rest of us withdraw not knowing quite where this mystic force of words will lead . Poor Dave just shakes his head .

” dresses on the beach , wearing one when everyone else has on a bikini ”

” vintage clothes ” answers Francis

” big city hotel rooms , tall windows , blankets ”

” white sheets on a clothes line , quiet men on the outskirts ”

” used bars of soap , pencils ”

” new sketchbooks , old ones too , tents and rugs ”

” country mailboxes ”

” suitcases ”

” foreign films ”

” wind , stones ”

” snow ”

” wedding veils , deer , music ”

” yes , music ”

” record album covers ” … and then they pause , look at the rest of us and laugh together !

As the band begins playing a Smokey Robinson song a lower key mood hovers above our table then follows Paulo as he stands and silently leads Francis to the dance floor while he removes her hat , throwing it over to me . There are signs when a person is looking for love even if at first it seems unlikely . You will be her hero when you look into her eyes … you will rescue her from loneliness . Love is impossible to shake … and music , well , music is the closest thing to love . And now my friend is dancing with her , and slow dancing at that … on and on and on .

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Hunting season opened today . Some animals are protected , wolverines , wolves , Lynx , moose , cougars , fox , mother bears and cubs . I wish Francis was ! I would kneel in worship at her remoteness . She is a quiet woman , not so much shy , as a world unto herself , always watching she keeps her own counsel . She is differant and I sense an interior purpose , an outline already sketched in her head . She has to do everything herself as if she were the first woman in a new world . She doesn’t smile a lot but she’s not sad . And like a top shelf , she is hard for me to reach . Paulo told me that when he tried to photograph her he could sense her discomfort so he asked her to keep her eyes closed . I saw one of these portraits and it was artistically stunning .

There are 100 million worlds in our Milky Way Galaxy , 500 billion of them in our universe . This was the week that shook me , where tornados of solar wind connected planets to space and formed windows in the planets magnetic shield … and where a single day on planet Mercury is equall to 176 days on earth . Winter is coming soon . I will tell Paulo that flowers matter – how many , what kind , how they are bestowed , how they are received , a bouquet clutched or one thrown away …

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Music playing during scene : ” Be My Baby ” by the Ronettes

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Personal note : A bouquet of wild flowers for my dear blog friends who continuously show me the love on this awestruck journey we all share together … Thank you xx

16 thoughts on “Beatitude Point – part 2 ( 2014 ) – Alec … impossible to shake

  1. “Eyes like passwords with secret lives – pathos , mischief , poetry , mantras , a hidden shrine to a lost love and perhaps even an inside joke to herself .” Wonderful words. Just something about the way you’ve put them together that captures me. Beautifully written – thank you.

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    1. Don , I so very much appreciate getting to know you … I am blessed thru all of our connections …you enrich my life and I hope you put your flowers in a vase of water and share with your loved ones …thank you for being here xx

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  2. You had me spinning in so many directions with frozen light, that mysterious woman, and galaxies turning to the music of the spheres, lives shifting and on the brink, and the humanity and love we all share. The flowers are lovely, btw… how can we thank you enough for sharing so much of your soul, Meg? You catch the multidimensionality of LIFE so beautifully – capture the illusive and put into words its complex layering… I love your writing – your characters breathe with vibrancy – I want to know them all!

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    1. Dear friend .. Secret : you exist often in some of my characters , your nature , your creativity , your respect of our universe , your beauty of spirit , your mantras ….I am so thankful to call you my friend …you’ve been with me since the beginning of my writings , since Bulgaria ….Thankyou for remaining ! P.s. I hope your not too dizzy !

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    1. Christine …I always look forward to hearing from you and remain thankful for each of your visits …you’ve encouraged me in so many ways … I feel you as a sister and dear friend … And so I am glad for your enjoyment and the flowers I send you are a special cosmic variety from a new orbit and they never die …. hugs , meg

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      1. Thank you Meg! We do have a special sister/friend connection, even though it’s a cyber one. Your writing is very real and inviting! And the flowers? love that they” are a special cosmic variety from a new orbit and they never die.” See how inviting those few words are? A unique way with words!

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      2. Meg, just to let you know the bouquet of flowers is a feature in a blog post, and is on my desktop. I’ve a 27 inch screen and the flowers are beautiful with a slight haze. It complements the one color abstract painting on the wall in back of it. Thank you again! Christine

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  3. Wonderful writing Meg; you capture a certain immediacy here, yet whilst retaining a dream-like feel all at once. I was plunged right there into the moment when Francis says “Bare feet” – very clever construction.

    Hariod. ❤

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    1. When you enticed me earlier to find a ” coherent narrative framework ” for my romantic vision and that it wasn’t beyond my creativity or my ability to do the hard work that writing calls for , I was not only moved by your kind willingness to help but I took your advise to heart and began writing with pen on paper that afternoon and told myself not to stop … So dear Hariod you are here now with my characters , on the dance floor floating like the Miracles with Paulo and Francine , to Smokeys beautiful voice …. Thank you so much for helping me go forward with my expressions . … I love this video … so much ! …Merci , Merci xx

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  4. Usually challenged to keep up with those I “follow”, your entries reflect such beauty and exquisite writing; it makes them stand out from the crowd. Thank you for that ! Hope to explore more of your earlier posts. ☺

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