Wednesday, March 9, 2011
never to be forgotten ...
(a little end of winter madness ...)
dear lis - i wonder where you are? i sit waiting, eager for your touch, your gaze ... i long to purr and hum sweet nothings into your ear and show you my magic moves ... i miss our walks together, our afternoons spent seeking sunshine and shadows, our playful games of viewfinder hide and seek ... could it be you have replaced me? tired of me? please tell me the love has not faded but is merely awaiting a new bloom ... i await your return - faithful always, your coco
Mia cara Coco -
Oh my darling! It pains me to think you would ever doubt my love, my affections! The lack is not with you, but within me and my weak spirit and dulled imagination. The eternal parade of gray and cold days has damped my enthusiasm to take pictures, to seek out splendors in a world that has seemed unspectacular lately. This is my fault, my laziness. But absence has made my heart not only grow fonder, but has strengthen my commitment to you. I ache for new adventures and I promise you today we will be together. I could no more abandon you than I could cut my eyes and my heart out and still live. Your sensitivity and attention to detail complete me like no other.
I am true to you, dearest. I promise I will not neglect you so ever again.
What I never want to take for granted - gray afternoons filled with games (Jungle Jive - a game where you have to perform various actions holding a balance sensitive egg that is "sleeping" unless tilted)
And always, the go-to activity for any Joy Warrior, painting play
Lately it seems all my abstractions turn into variations of a Madonna and Child ...
whereas Cowgirls paintings revolve around cars, trains, planes or in this case, a sail boat
Admittedly, I am biased, but I always prefer the freedom of her work to mine!
Dearest Coco -
I hope you now know that I can never be far from you ...
Is there a passion you would like to rekindle today? As a Joy Warrior, you cannot deny your duty to reignite it.