I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[SadLuckDame]

Well, u, I know it's gonna be a speaker too, cause your work seems to always speak right to me. Our conversations are sometimes a conversation within your piece. Amazes me. It's the knowing a person maybees, pretty lucky to be on the receiving end of a friendship with an artist and his palette.

Now the wonderment of getting it on my wall, wonderments are great things. I can never tire from.

[SadLuckDame]

It is hot, yes and I wanna cool river to flow straight through the living room. ha ha. I keep picturing it.

[the mingo]

The Kite

I'm not good at this. The actual painting is much much sharper than this image of it appears. It's on a canvas covered art panel that measures 16" x 20".

[SadLuckDame]

You make me happy, mingo.
The extra mile and smiles delight. This is heart gladness and fulled up, I just adore it. The talking heads cause I love the characters that do the talking with me, the kites, river, songs and Oh man do I got a thing for that weather man! I see our coyote hearts and desert heats it all ups and ups. I'm flying likes a kite.
Feeling like home.

And kiss you nice, twice actually.
Gonna be twice tonight, mingos.
I loves it! *heart*

[the mingo]

yeah, that.

[SadLuckDame]

I took the image to bed with me, had a lot of dreaming going on last nites.

One particular was of my Grandma's house. In the dream it was a dead house, the living had not been living in it for a long whiles. I was standing at the windows with you, telling ya about how she was in there that she was gonna be in one room somewhere's very far into the house, like a fourth floor with a light on. The room (in my mind during our picturing it then) was gonna have a light on, it'd be alive and unlikes all the rest of the dead house.

When we approached I started to see children who were ghosts and as I was interacting with one child ghost, I recollected that you were there and may not see the child ghost and think I was acting odd, but when I asked ya, you said yes, you saw the child too.

More into the dream we discovered it was a house full of child ghosts on the first floor, they were orphaned there and had a story of their lives and it made us sad to hear how it is they had lived and been unloved, but most important was that I began to upset them by telling them that from then on that was going to be my house not theirs. They did not want nothing to do with a lady coming in and taking up house. I told them they could stay if they liked too, but that it'd be mine and my changes to it. Very unlucky for them, I think they were not inclined to changes.

They began some mischief, stuffs like rotting the food, making the clothing turn dust, breaking the windows. One child ghost was in a temper and soared out of the broken window at us. You yelled 'One just came out of the house!" and when I turned to scold the child ghost something about being out of the house had changed it's form and it's shadow only was showing, but the shadow took a mean dive at me and I watched it on the floor of the porch. I could tell it came right at me as if to fight. ha ha. I still scolded it, whether only shadow didn't much matter, for it was what it always was and I knew it, too.

The dream introduced the basement to us. Some strange men came to the house to fix the water pipe or sumpin' like that and it was located on the outside basement stone wall. Well, let me tell ya, I knew as soon as the men started making noise that disrupted the basement that it was gonna wake any ghost located there in the basement too. I was curious to see what ghost might live there. It was a mad man ghost, who stormed and destroyed! His face was thicker bone and it had a greenish hue. He was not so pretty to look at compared to the innocent souls of the children ghosts.

But, ya know what, he was just fighting for the only space left that he had and I don't remember how it ended with him, nor do I know if we were able to find the lighted living room where my Grandma would stay, but I do know I woke up happy and peaceful from it.

So that says more than the details I guess.

Thanks u, mingo. Thanks for dreaming with me.

[SadLuckDame]

A little bit about the sad story of the children's lives. They were telling us that at one point it was a couple rooms of gambling, drinking, tempers and women exposing all sorts of sorts and the whole operation was a bit dingy and shady. The kids got corrupted and lost some innocence by living there and against their wills, but with little options of their own.

I was reading a lot yesterday about Pinocchio and Jiminy Cricket, Monstro, etc. and Jiminy quotes, so I think it had a bit to do with this part of the dream. But, ya know all those kids died there and it's important to know what it was like when they were living there, too. So I make mention of it.

Plus, cause if it's to do with my Grandma in any way, then her child life was parallel with the soiledness and scrubs. Anyway, I liked talking to them and finding the stuff out.

[SadLuckDame]

By the way, I was so struck by the layers of imagination from the experience last night. I mean the my imagining exactly what the lighted room would look like in my mind, while not having the chance yet to see it, during which it's a dream I'm imagining. I think there are many, many stairs. It's crazy how deep this gets or how much bigger.

Also while the children told their story, my mind started picturing the room with gambling and drinks, I didn't actually see it, but was putting together the pictures in my mind imagining it as if it were right then happening in my mind. Crazy. I swear, it's deep waters to lay a boat in.

[SadLuckDame]

Sadly, Amy Winehouse has died today.
She had a memorable voice, and to me a memorable soul (I do not want to forget, because it being the great attraction) and I thought she truly carried the blues in a way like I haven't seen often. Sad news.

I will miss her.


http://music-mix.ew.com/2011/07/23/amy-winehouse-dead/

[SadLuckDame]

Voyage to Sea

There, there we have her
in her big iron bones,
with a pouty puffed lip,
and a wet torso.

I saw her lift a sleeve up
and let the wind keep it flown.

At shore the men, the women
and small child-creations
approach when Lady's wings are
at her side.

Lovely Lady Natasha La Or.

The men come with their hats on,
the women might do one glove,
and children have a pocket full
of many things they adore...

could be rocks, marbles
or golden tinted ribbon
that a Mama Maria had adorn before.

When she's been to water,
our Natasha,
farther out and through season,
she's had John the Baptist, she's had Anna Karenina,
bird heart Janis, Lewis Carroll in character
and brighted eye Anais Nin,
with her dashing set of escorted
gentlemen.

She's cradled, crusaded, carried
and consoled. She's seen the horizon
with them in mind, their joy, the sun-sets
when they've made love
along side Natasha's hip bone.

When they've been to war
and her belly was scarred, her collar fractured,
Lady's head bare and sewn.
When her lights were tattered and she was left
in the nude, when they looked up

and saw her bent over a wall the size of Manhattan
with her breasts exposed, the waves
mad between her legs throwing
what balance she'd had stamina to muster.

She still does have to go.

It's been stormy weather
times that have been before,
times that are now.

Yesterday a bird to sea.

She carries with her the sweet breathing parade
then returns less likely to let sail their feet to shore.

[the mingo]

dead house = Grandma's house, with one room high up with the light on, ( which we never saw ) you said that room would be alive (not Grandma, just the room)
dead house - full of child ghosts - child ghosts you were capable of interacting with. Orphaned child ghosts with stories of sad & unloved lives - child ghosts who live in grandma's house, a house you now own & are going to make changes to. The child ghosts live in the dead house but they can't own it and they can't make changes to it. The child ghosts can change their form but can't get free from their shadows for, like you said, "for it was what it always was and I knew it too."
This dead house has a basement where a mad man ghost lives who storms and destroys to protect the only place he has left to live. This is interesting - at the bottom of it all lives a mad male ghost who fights. Who storms & destroys. And why? To protect.
Then the child ghosts reveal to you that the dead house was once a joint, a saloon - HA! Do you know why I enjoy running trail on dreams, Annie B ? Because there I find exposure to the pure creativeness of the human spirit and it always gives me my thrill. Like right here. Do you know what the main purpose of a saloon is ? It's a place where the action is, a place where deals are made.
So, here's what you got. I'm going to quote how you ended your final post about this : "if it's to do with my Grandma in any way, then her child life was parallel with the soiledness and scrubs" - I'll stake my flat mongel Indian ass that your dream has nothing whatever to do with a grandmother and everything to do with a granddaughter. I mean who do you think it was that turned on the light in that upstairs room ?
As in any dream there is much much more here than greets the eye.

[the mingo]

Fixed a window in the Cherokee yesterday and then dropped into the lake for a little paddle time. I took our tandem out to try it by myself. Been wanting to do that for awhile now. The tandem has many names, the Bear for one because it has a decal of a polar bear on it with the model name Nunavut. It was our first kayak but we only used it about a month before we bought the singles and we ain't been in the Bear since. Also known as the Ark, the Beast, the Titanic. She's sixteen feet long. Big Mama. Took it out yesterday and paddled by myself. She is a handful. Biggest difference, actually a delightful difference, from the smaller boats is that I did not have to work hard with her to paddle. Surprise surprise! It's because of her long waterline. Means plenty of "glide". The only time you have to dig deep with your paddle is when you first get her going. After that you just kick back and use short shallow strokes - Rita is only 11' long, you can turn her around within that 11'. Which is an upside for the kind of poking around kayaking we do up creeks and such. But the tandem is like a Viking longship, you cannot turn her on a dime, especially if you are paddling her alone. If two people are in her they can work together to turn her in a shorter distance but it's still not as easy as it is in the shorter boats. Still it is not a fault but the nature of the craft. I felt like some kind of marauder king out there in that boat - something like being with say, Mae West after being with say, o some sporty little number. Wow. Yesterday's experience with the longship has changed my mind some about what I might want somewhere further down the line. I still don't want a 16' kayak even as a single but I think I might now consider a 13 or 14' boat. I don't want to lose maneuverability but it would be nice not to have to be workin' to cover distance. I need to find the sweet spot in that - it's gotta be there.

[the mingo]

So I get back from kayaking yesterday and you tell me Amy Winehouse has died.
I always realized she was a troubled girl but she has gone and pissed me right the hell off.

[SadLuckDame]

Aww mingo, you win me over every time
on the newness and surprise. Taking the boat out, yes.
I likes Sea Captains. Keep her in the waters, you prolly born for it.

He loved his work and was a consummate professional, as evidenced by an experience piloting the Battleship New Jersey through the Canal. Locks in the Panama Canal are precisely 110 feet wide, bordered on each side by one-foot wide rubber cushions, making the effective width of the Canal exactly 108 feet. The Battleship New Jersey was 108.4 feet wide. Bud's task was to line up the 800 foot long battleship so that it could pass through the Canal. His skill in communicating with his crew, both on and off the ship, enabled him to execute this passage successfully. Bud's superb piloting skills were tapped extensively, and he piloted thousands of ships through the Canal, including ships up to the 950-foot maximum length that could make the passage through the Canal.

http://mainemaritimealumni.org/indexbe9c.htm

Back to the dream world of spirits, the rotting food at my Grandma's...
You went with me and I think that was really cool of you.
I don't think anyone else goes there often, my sister did is only only I remember.

[the mingo]

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