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May 26 2007

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sarah flanigan

Vive la Conversation

 

My friend Evyl has posed a few interesting questions for me to answer. I thought I would share them here:

1. What is the most beautiful sight that you have ever seen?

This was a difficult question to answer because I don’t know if I could choose just one. And while there are many beautiful things I have seen in my life, the most beautiful are: The sun rising over the New Mexico desert as we headed to California. It was quite early and I was asleep in the car while my husband drove. He woke me quite suddenly because he needed to share the moment with me and I’m glad he did. Slices of light that gleamed orange, yellow, red and indigo, exotic cactus like hands pointing toward the sky as if to herald the new day, a kaleidoscope of nature. Breath taking.

Sealife in miniature, in a cove at Laguna Beach. Being from the Midwest, I’d never been to an ocean. The beach was white as snow, the water slate blue, tiny sea creatures caught in whirling pools, starfish, coral and what looked like flowers - we watched for hours, like children in our admiration and fascination.

The first time I ever went to San Francisco (by car). Northern California is a beautiful region, rolling hills, crisp blue skies, the seashore - the air is cold and feels wonderful blowing through your hair. We crested a hill just before we made our descent into the city - it was awe-inspiring, like a Disney creation. A perfect, beautiful city that seemed to have been plunked down for our enjoyment.

My sister in her wedding gown. She took my breath away. She has always been a beautiful woman but she was at that moment, the most beautiful woman in the world.

My mother’s hands. They are graceful, milky white, with long tapered fingers and perfect nails. When I was a child, I loved to stare at my mother’s hands and wished that I would have her hands when I grew up.

My father’s blue eyes. The color of the morning sky on a cloudless day. Startling and open. Kind and wise. They told you of his soul.

One spring morning, I rose early for no particular reason. It was cool and quiet. I went to the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee, wrapping my robe tightly around me to ward off the chill. I don’t know why but I looked out the window and I saw what you could call an Irish Misty morning. A vaporous mist played and danced over everything, the trees, the hills and made my yard into magical forest where leprechauns and faeries played and laughed. I think I stood at that window for an hour just to stay in that world as long as I could.

2. How’s the garden going and what is your favorite plant in your garden?

The garden is doing wonderfully. I planted in March and it wasnt’ long before the plants started to flower. I have wildflowers, cucumbers, yellow squash, onions, radishes, lettuce, four varieties of tomatoes, herbs, turnips and bell  peppers. The birds and the insects have respected the garden, and have thankfully, left most of it intact. Amazing really when you think of it, I use no chemicals or pesticides, only organic fertilizers. My favorite plant is the bean plant that sprouted out of nowhere. Last year I planted beans but decided to forego this year. However, somehow a seed managed to travel to the other side of the yard and take root. Just two weeks ago I noticed it growing a few feet away from the garden proper, its broad glossy leaves gleamed in the sun, with the tiny white flowers that promise edibles in the future. I’ve no idea how it did that but I can look forward to string beans this summer.

3. Why ask why?

Of all the questions there are, why is the best question to ask. We learn from this question, we expand our knowledge and viewpoints. We gain understanding of our fellows and it is the door which opens onto the universe.

4. What written work are you most proud of and why?

Sad Songs. Because it is a tribute to my brother and reflects what I would have wished for him at the end of his short life. The opportunity to  have said, “I love you” and “goodbye.” The story is dedicated to his daughter and son, who did not get to say goodbye and I love you.

5. Now come on tell the truth, what would I find surprising in your pantie drawer?

This question was interesting because I had to look in the drawer to see if anything would surprise you. In fact, there was something that surprised me: a black…leather…wallet.

So, there you have it, probably more than you wanted to know about me. Evyl, thank you for posing the questions. I enjoyed our interview, it was fun.

Love,

Sarah 

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Apr 04 2007

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You, Me and Us

 

If I had never
come along
would my absence
to you, seem wrong?
(would you feel it?)

If you had never
lived and breathed
would your footprint
disappear the need?
(of your soul to mine?)

If paths that crossed
had never been
would the world change
and stop its spin?
(would the dance end?)

Do we matter
in the greater scheme
to one another
or do I dream?
(who would wake me?)

In life’s fabric
are we each a thread
that if removed
make words unsaid?
(which words don’t matter?)

Can another come
and take our place
without interupting
a sacred space?
(reserved for only one?)

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Mar 06 2007

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The Me of Me

 

When my life hurts
I imagine my other life
on the road not taken.

But, my mind wants to know
if is it the road not taken
that determines my life
Or me?

Would I be a different me
if I chose a different road?
Would the me of me
change with the seasons
the colors or the geograhy
Just because?

Or is it a trick
I play on myself
to explain away
my choices
good and bad
right and wrong
smart and stupid?

Even in my imaginings
I seem not able
to remove me from me
Untaken road or not.
No matter where I travel
in cars, on foot, in my imagination
the me of me is always there.

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Feb 15 2007

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Same Moon

If we look at the moon
in the same sky
on the same night
Are we side by side?

If my spirit hears you
and my soul feels you
Are you here?
Am I there?

If we are soul mates
will we find each other
and discover
We were never lost?

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Jan 11 2007

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Was It?

 

Was it true love
what we had?
Soul Mates true
or passing ships?
Meant to be
of meant for the moment

Do you wonder?
What if?
Am I there
hovering in the back
of your mind too?
Do I lurk
in your soul
as you do in mine?

After all this time
is the memory fresh
as today’s sunrise
or yesterday’s news?

Copyright 2006

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Dec 31 2006

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Lady Royal

 

Here I sit
like a Lady Royal
alone in my castle
high upon my pedastal
I look down
upon life.

I view it
as one would view
a painting of a scene
familiar to them.

Somehow
though it all looks
the same to me
I can’t help this feeling
that it is all different.

It is the changing
of the minds and ideas
that one does not detect
with even the most
perceptive eye.

The endless shifting of
hearts and emotions
that one cannot touch
as they would a flower,
a stone or a pet.

It is the truth of
the day we speak of
when we quote reality.

For with each day
a new truth
is born and brought
into being.

And so,
here I sit like a Lady Royal…
for tomorrow
I may stand before one -
or I may not.

Copyright 2006

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Dec 10 2006

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Face

 

A face looks out
at me
through the paint
that demonstrates it’s
image

And the longer
I look at it
the clearer it becomes
And the clearer it becomes

the more I wonder
who the face
belongs to

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Dec 05 2006

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Lonely Child

 

Sometimes I’m a
lonely child
and I wonder
from where
I came…
trying so hard
to come only
from myself
and so
by myself
I am…
distant and
discontented

Wondering
what the why
is
what the
where
and what for…
turning inward
I look for
an answer
Looking outward
for relief…
aimlessly wandering
the path of
my experiences
But they do not help…

Sometimes…
I’m looking for wisdom
I haven’t yet
gained
Yearning for
freedom
of invisible chains…

Sometimes I’m a
lonely child
feeling I’m the
only one…
looking about
looking above
my undaunting search
for the peace
of spirit
that someone said was there…

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Nov 30 2006

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I Went…

 

I went in search of
truth
and found no wisemen
home

I went in search of
answers
and found questions
alone

I went in search of
self
and found the mirror
was broken

I went in search of
friendship
but found that it was
token

I went in search of
life
and found only a
game

I went in search of
freedom
but no one knew its
name

I went in search of
comfort
and found that there was
none

I went in search of
many
but found there was just
one

I went in search of all these
things
and in search of so much
more

But found to find
anything
you must unlock the
door

© 2006

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Nov 26 2006

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Laughter

 

What is laughter
if there is
no one there
to hear it?

What can it mean
to one alone?
Does one welcome it
or fear it?

copyright 2006

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