It’s been a month since I’ve seen the Thinker. The time was spent luxuriating in thought and activity. They became days of resurrecting my business, writing, and staying at home, where my fantasia of comfort welcomes me. Above my bed, I hung an umbrella. A vintage peach faded Parasol. One day, while I was searching for a place to store my ribbons, I looked up and watched the light sprinkle through the Parasol. So that is where I stored the ribbons. When I am in bed during an afternoon nap, I see abstractions of figures: dancers, faces, gods, and gorillas. The Thinker noticed the abstraction. I think he said, ” Wow, this is incredible. Do you see the legs? And there is the face.” He took everything in and profited from imagination. He had a thousand virtues, that regrettably did not serve him. I don’t know why. You know I want answers, that is why I write.
DROPPING OF THE THINKER
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I am a creative Nonfiction author, lifestyle columnist, and mob historian. Personally a free-style chef, historic preservationist, trailblazer, swimmer, and manic Rolling Stones listener. Since 1997 I have renovated historic homes and converted them into vacation rentals. View all posts by LouLou
5 thoughts on “DROPPING OF THE THINKER”
Good Post…..the comment from Blair couldn’t have put it better.
Okay…” Breaking up is hard to do”…. But dump this schmuck already and understand that YOUR material is your genius NOT his inspiration!!! he wasn’t and isn’t…Moving on in YOUR mind is the questions and the answer…Leave him out of it all…He came…he went..YOU are better for it. he has no worthy residue here!!! Xoxoxoxox
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I DID DROP HIM. I’M TRYING. EXAMINING WHO WE CHOOSE
TO COMPANION IS EYE OPENING. MORE ON THAT IN PRIVATE.
I am not there yet! Still looking for loopholes to luck.
There are no answers. Only questions. You forget that you know that already…
On Tue Dec 02 19:53:13 CST 2014, ODYSSEY OF LOVE