AND FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T KNOW WHO TONI IS HERE SHE IS...THE ARTIST
...thank you Larry
SOMETIMES THOUGHT SHE IS PENNY BUT ONLY A CHOSEN FEW CAN CALL HER THIS
OF COURSE BAPAK CALLED HER LAURA AND IN THE BOOK WALKABOUT LAURA IS ME
AND SOME CALLED HER EMMA OR SANG THE SONG, OI EMMA, EMMA
PANDORA DORAIN WAS HER SECRET LIFE
...thank you Bob
I WAS GIVEN THE NAME MarieAntoinette
...thank you mom and dad
MOM HAS BEEN USED AND GRANDMA TOO
BUT NOW I'M OLD AND FAT...SO MUMMU WILL DO
AND IN THIS COMPUTER AGE I AM THE INTRIGUANTE
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, MY HUSBAND'S ALL THREE...FOR ME TO KNOW ALONE
...they had their names for me
but not for you to know
Oh what a life I have been given, I would gladly do it over again and again!
A grain of truth is worth only as much as the ground it is sowed in.
...thank you Larry
SOMETIMES THOUGHT SHE IS PENNY BUT ONLY A CHOSEN FEW CAN CALL HER THIS
OF COURSE BAPAK CALLED HER LAURA AND IN THE BOOK WALKABOUT LAURA IS ME
AND SOME CALLED HER EMMA OR SANG THE SONG, OI EMMA, EMMA
PANDORA DORAIN WAS HER SECRET LIFE
...thank you Bob
I WAS GIVEN THE NAME MarieAntoinette
...thank you mom and dad
MOM HAS BEEN USED AND GRANDMA TOO
BUT NOW I'M OLD AND FAT...SO MUMMU WILL DO
AND IN THIS COMPUTER AGE I AM THE INTRIGUANTE
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, MY HUSBAND'S ALL THREE...FOR ME TO KNOW ALONE
...they had their names for me
but not for you to know
Oh what a life I have been given, I would gladly do it over again and again!
A grain of truth is worth only as much as the ground it is sowed in.
A Penny for your thoughts... Sometimes I feel like a little girl and sometimes I am the mature adult who sees past all the shit people throw at us. At other times I am loving and mysterious, the intriguante with her espionage affairs. I can't control who I might be from day to day; I am. I have love affairs with travel and I love food that tantalizes my tongue; it is orgasmic for me. Sometimes it's deep dark chocolate from Russia or something salty like a pretzel from Germany. Think how bored I'd be just being a lady who follows the rules of society!
If I were you and you were me, would you see me as thus? There have been many sides of me and I have flown, danced, walked, sailed and climbed around this great planet. The facets of my human life are like gems, some burn brightly, others glimmer, some shine as the morning sunrise, some are dim like dusk at twilight, together they made this jewel who is me today Some see me as a diamond, sharp and ready to cut into your soul, others as an cold emerald, ignoring them in my heartless ways, others as a ruby, with my sensuous desires eager to caress them in love. One thing I have never been, though, is a pearl, pure, soft, wonderful to touch and behold what else would a Pisces want to be in the way of a gem, There were moments when I was a pearl, when newly in love, being pregnant, giving birth, breastfeeding, but those moments pass. I have long felt the earth beneath my feet , and have merged as a mineral from within her, I was like a stalagmites forming, into this body I am today. I am now molded into Iron, the red ore becomes me, I am nicked by life and rusty with age.A I can wear the gems of life, but my naked body is the beauty of my soul. Yes I am like "O" with her iron ring....and proud to wear it. I found the courage to cast aside all the emotional bonds that had brought me to moments of anguish and had enslaved me to try over and over to be what others expected of me. With meditation, art, and photography I worked through the quagmire that held me. And to the man who loves me unconditionally and the total love of my daughter I am now the person I always wanted to be. I feel secure and complete in every facet of my life.
Oct 31, 2008
How a pretty American girl who is of Italian descent moved to Finland
in the 60's and is caught up into an old famous family's way of life.
She struggles with being a free hippy and trying to please an
unpleasable fraudulent scheming family who turns her husband against
her by threatening to cut out his inheritance. She is cast out and her
2 sons are hidden away from her and she tries to regain her life. She
meets an unbelievably kind and generous man and they start a new life.
As time goes by they befriend her former husband who eventually tells
them he wants to live with them after his youngest son leaves home.
His sudden death again turns deceitful clan members into ugly humans
against her, but she weathers the storm and wins in the end.
How a pretty American girl who is of Italian descent moved to Finland
in the 60's and is caught up into an old famous family's way of life.
She struggles with being a free hippy and trying to please an
unpleasable fraudulent scheming family who turns her husband against
her by threatening to cut out his inheritance. She is cast out and her
2 sons are hidden away from her and she tries to regain her life. She
meets an unbelievably kind and generous man and they start a new life.
As time goes by they befriend her former husband who eventually tells
them he wants to live with them after his youngest son leaves home.
His sudden death again turns deceitful clan members into ugly humans
against her, but she weathers the storm and wins in the end.
Here ia something special written in about 1910 by someone special
Some people write for fancy, while others write for fame—
I will write for the good it may do, to even up the game.
I often sit and ponder, trying to clear up many a doubt,
Just why we all are in this world, and what we're all about?
Some merely seek for wealth and fame, which is their only goal;
Others seek an honest name, and salvation for their soul.
Some will seek for power, be it president or king:
Unless they get the best there is they don't want anything.
And while they wait for great things far, far beyond their sphere,
They never see the humble deeds for which, perhaps, they're here.
Then let us do the menial tasks that come across our way,
And give to all a kindly smile throughout the darkest day.
We'll not neglect the dear old parents, who have waited many hours
To see us as we're coming with their choicest books and flowers:
Their hearts are sad and lonely since their children are all gone,
Perhaps we better cheer them with some old familiar song.
Let's spend every moment with them that's in our power to spare,
We never can repay them for all their love and care.
And let us not keep the flowers that in our gardens wave
Until the kind old hearts are cold, then place them on their grave;
Leave not kind words unspoken, or kind deeds until too late,
Until their souls are anchored inside the pearly gate.
And when our friends are stricken, let's go among the first,
Not wait until there's scarcely time to follow up the hearse.
If we know a little mother living just across the way,
Who has not had an hour's rest for many a weary day,
Can't we go and do the housework, and mind the children, too,
And let her have some time for calling?—'twill rest her through and through.
Then when we know she suffers, in sorrow or in pain,
If we but lend a helping hand our life is not in vain.
"Cast your bread upon the waters," craving not for some great name,
When it has fulfilled its mission 'twill return to you again.
Kindly guard the little children entrusted to your care;
Jesus always loved and blessed them, called them to him everywhere.
They come to us in all their troubles, want to share with us their joys,
Look to us as their example—those precious girls and boys.
They just boast to all their playmates that their parents are "true-blue."
Please don't destroy the confidence that they have placed in you.
Join with them in their frolic and help them in their plans:
And mothers, when you're cooking, fill all their little pans.
They count these many little things far above the greatest prize,
These cunning little loaves of bread, and cakes, and tiny pies!
They are kept in mem'ry's storehouse in line with choicest toys,
And will never be forgotten by your grown-up girls and boys.
I will write for the good it may do, to even up the game.
I often sit and ponder, trying to clear up many a doubt,
Just why we all are in this world, and what we're all about?
Some merely seek for wealth and fame, which is their only goal;
Others seek an honest name, and salvation for their soul.
Some will seek for power, be it president or king:
Unless they get the best there is they don't want anything.
And while they wait for great things far, far beyond their sphere,
They never see the humble deeds for which, perhaps, they're here.
Then let us do the menial tasks that come across our way,
And give to all a kindly smile throughout the darkest day.
We'll not neglect the dear old parents, who have waited many hours
To see us as we're coming with their choicest books and flowers:
Their hearts are sad and lonely since their children are all gone,
Perhaps we better cheer them with some old familiar song.
Let's spend every moment with them that's in our power to spare,
We never can repay them for all their love and care.
And let us not keep the flowers that in our gardens wave
Until the kind old hearts are cold, then place them on their grave;
Leave not kind words unspoken, or kind deeds until too late,
Until their souls are anchored inside the pearly gate.
And when our friends are stricken, let's go among the first,
Not wait until there's scarcely time to follow up the hearse.
If we know a little mother living just across the way,
Who has not had an hour's rest for many a weary day,
Can't we go and do the housework, and mind the children, too,
And let her have some time for calling?—'twill rest her through and through.
Then when we know she suffers, in sorrow or in pain,
If we but lend a helping hand our life is not in vain.
"Cast your bread upon the waters," craving not for some great name,
When it has fulfilled its mission 'twill return to you again.
Kindly guard the little children entrusted to your care;
Jesus always loved and blessed them, called them to him everywhere.
They come to us in all their troubles, want to share with us their joys,
Look to us as their example—those precious girls and boys.
They just boast to all their playmates that their parents are "true-blue."
Please don't destroy the confidence that they have placed in you.
Join with them in their frolic and help them in their plans:
And mothers, when you're cooking, fill all their little pans.
They count these many little things far above the greatest prize,
These cunning little loaves of bread, and cakes, and tiny pies!
They are kept in mem'ry's storehouse in line with choicest toys,
And will never be forgotten by your grown-up girls and boys.