tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30018870837043510732024-03-21T20:00:38.344-07:00Pebblingexploring the process and experience of living and writing with vision through young and old eyesJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-40659224889901834502013-03-05T22:35:00.003-08:002013-03-05T22:35:18.222-08:0010.31.2012 7:27PM
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Be still, close your eyes, and it will come
to you …</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">the hum – the steady hum of the escalators,
that echoing whistle that is a part of large open public places, the whistling
creatures that live in these places – all who pass by pass mumbling silently,
laughing in low tones or saying, in not so low tones, that “great-to-see-you”
chatter – real or manufactured. it is the hum of the escalators that is
constant – insistent – sort of like a rushing stream but it goes no where – trapped
- simply recycling it’s self over and over till there is no discernable message
– no clear tale to tell. it has continued so long that the marble floor and steps
together with the stainless steel rails vibrate in unison – they too have heard
this tale and echo it – maybe tales – the weight of bodies, of thoughts, of
hearts carried up and down – so many tales run together now there is one tale.
the shrill whistle, squealing /hissing brakes puncture the drone noise like a
needle through the membrane of a vial of medicine once withdrawn the membrane
closes up. what is it (hear) here that pulses – what messages are in this
place, in the rhythm? i close my eyes and listen but cannot discern it’s coming
– ah but she is coming – and soon – the roar of the jet engine will thrust
backwards, the wheels will thud and the brakes will squeal as they are pressed
bringing the mighty bird, the miracle that carries her, carries many, here –
the escalator’s hiss, the stone’s vibration, the metal’s whistling, the brake’s
squealing – all echoes of the miracle of seeing where our hearts have never
been apart, many hearts, many loves – there are no words – just the constant
motion – constant – that is the message in the hum, i hear (here) it now - the
constant drone of the escalators, the vibration of the marble floor and steps
and stainless rails – love abiding – be still, feel your open heart and it will
come to you – on the hum of the escalator this time she has arrived …</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">out of the eyes seeps a strain of sorrow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">denied from within and without<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">fear binds and tries, yet it remains<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">faint quieted nigh stilled <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">stand close, stand close, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">so close the sorrow braves the light<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">filling your ears <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">reaching into your heart <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">drawing from under the shroud<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">stay, stay near, listening and anon <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">a garment in white is woven <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">threads of strength, creativity, and courage <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">betwixt you two binding all <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">the worst now retreats to it's place in our past<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">unspeakable to come begins now<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Love is carried in the breath<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">When the breath fails, love in silence waits<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Love while breath remains<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-W2yVktS-tb2ja1sJqLcVt7HhqPZ4EBweIc-MuoRYWUru-OKYUrQsMVFoWMY9ggCMrTLKb-57k_XlQyE2fazIC7OcX1VHdPSeAldAonsjFnyMwv41HOjJfkdpnUzDcbbTRKwDhgFz8M/s1600/401703_10151288760684655_752938344_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-W2yVktS-tb2ja1sJqLcVt7HhqPZ4EBweIc-MuoRYWUru-OKYUrQsMVFoWMY9ggCMrTLKb-57k_XlQyE2fazIC7OcX1VHdPSeAldAonsjFnyMwv41HOjJfkdpnUzDcbbTRKwDhgFz8M/s200/401703_10151288760684655_752938344_n.jpeg" width="200" /></a>In the silence</div>
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My heart breathes</div>
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Beating between</div>
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Memories set</div>
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Adrift alone</div>
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Life falls eyes closed</div>
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<br /></div>
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I missed her</div>
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The moment</div>
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She was gone</div>
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<br /></div>
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Rush through my heart</div>
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My blood is warm</div>
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Echoes only</div>
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A voice now stilled</div>
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Stepping round her</div>
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Love gently paused</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I missed her</div>
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The moment</div>
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She was gone</div>
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<br /></div>
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Adrift alone</div>
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Beating between</div>
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Memories set</div>
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In the silence</div>
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My heart breathes</div>
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Life falls eyes closed</div>
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<br /></div>
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I missed her</div>
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The moment</div>
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She was gone</div>
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<br /></div>
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A voice now stilled</div>
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Stepping round her</div>
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My blood is warm</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rush through my heart</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Echoes only</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Love gently paused</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I missed her</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The moment</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She was gone</div>
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<br /></div>
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A voice adrift</div>
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Memories breathe</div>
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Silence runs warm</div>
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Stepping between</div>
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Rushing echoes</div>
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Life falls eyes closed</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I missed her</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The moment</div>
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She was gone</div>
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<br /></div>
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Silence beating</div>
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Round in my heart</div>
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Breathing alone</div>
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Memories of</div>
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A breath now stilled</div>
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Love gently paused</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I missed her</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The moment</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She was gone</div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
12.11.12 by M Jane Jones</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Inspired by Erin Rakich-Clubb’s facebook post about her
Grandmother’s death – Naomi Cochran</div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">the
hawks <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">here
glide <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">on
the wind, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">wings
outstretched, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">spread
wide, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">belly
bared,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">sharing
their talent, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">their
brilliance, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">their
gift<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I
grab my camera<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">they
are gone, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">dropped
down <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">below
the hill <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">to
my left, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">essence of the hawk's brilliance is left ...</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I
wait for them <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">to
mount again <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">upon
the breeze, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">but
they are gone<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">they
do not consent <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">to
their capture, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">even
if only in digital form, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">in
this metal box a camera, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">they
have been warned, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">a
voice an intuition, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">speaks
to them, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">all
that is left is the wind <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">and
it laughs at me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">you
foolish girl<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">still
foolish <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">after
all these years, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">it
laughs at me, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">chides
me, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">warns
me <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">to
accept gifts that are <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">but
for a moment, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">not
forever<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">gifts
cannot be grasped <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">and
held, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">they
are freely given <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">must
be freely received <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">accept
with thanks the gift <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">let
the gift do it’s work <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">the
hawks are sharing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">say
thank you … <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">thank
you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">my camera</span><span style="font-size: 10pt;">l lays still </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">on the table</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">and they come again</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">I reach for it</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">they dip quickly</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">hiding from this trap</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10pt;">my hands pull back</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">they stay this time</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">my heart breathes thanks</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"></span></div>
<!--EndFragment-->Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-83297875180953260692012-05-25T20:51:00.000-07:002012-05-25T20:51:14.936-07:00a moment in Malka’s memory<br />
<br /> chicken pox<br />
lunch pails<br /> tiny blue table<br /> quietly<br /> eyes smile<br />
<br /> colours dance<br />
under feet<br /> tiny blue chairs<br />
silently<br /> they rest<br />
<br />
Mother’s love<br />
“Be Good”<br /> two tiny boys<br />
need<br /> ears listen<br />
<br /> Malka’s laugh<br />
seeing them<br /> two small hearts<br /> quicken<br />
life hears<br />
<br /> tiny boys two<br /> Grown Men<br /> Mother and Malka<br />
remember<br />
they love<br />Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com05623 Kanan Rd, Agoura Meadows Shopping Center, Agoura Hills, CA 91301, USA34.152837962350922 -118.7589991092681934.152427462350921 -118.75961610926819 34.153248462350923 -118.75838210926818tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-74881067497158310222012-04-07T19:30:00.000-07:002012-04-07T19:30:01.632-07:00Blue is Blue<br />
what are you going to do?<br />
<br />
It is nothing to you<br />
except what you make it do <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-51123230607117694062012-04-07T19:27:00.000-07:002012-04-07T19:28:35.821-07:00Friday Morning Pebbling<br />
<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">ink flows<br />where each mind goes<br />eyes shine<br />reading idea's line<br />laughter<br />
round the table<br />poets<br />young and able</span>Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-87424917035064385122012-02-05T18:57:00.000-08:002012-02-05T19:08:04.443-08:00hands together the rhythmskin and string stretched played<br />
faces weave their hearts passion<br />
one moment in time<br />
<br />
<br />Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-79938621091577941402012-02-04T08:33:00.000-08:002012-02-10T21:39:47.339-08:00erosioner er er<br />
as the sand slipped<br />
away with the ebb<br />
of the ocean<br />
i am shorter<br />
now no <br />
sunk down<br />
move inland <br />
ere feet are<br />
out of sight<br />
<br />
j j jonesJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-35239358853448296922011-11-19T18:44:00.001-08:002012-01-29T23:44:51.793-08:00when & whywhen is new old?<br />
how long does it take<br />
for something old<br />
to be new again?<br />
<br />
why can't I go with you?Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-54923707053141786512011-10-29T21:41:00.000-07:002011-10-29T21:41:09.297-07:00still I knowthe sun is just the other side of this fog,
I wait,
when resting and waiting becomes a burden,
I rise and step,
my hands stretch out
disappearing
they sense open space
in the darkness ahead
my feet find the path and
into the clearing
that soon closes
around my feet
I call
and the cloud that is
my companion
swallows
my hope,
still I know,
the sun is just the other side of this fog,
I wait
...Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-56028580167972503492011-08-01T13:06:00.000-07:002012-02-10T21:56:55.469-08:00Come Visit Me ...fingers and hands busy<br />
expressing what moves<br />
between my heart and head<br />
leaving traces behind<br />
<br />
come visit me and see <br />
what brings me joy and<br />
maybe find for yourself<br />
a wee smile or two<br />
<a href="http://www.pebblingprocess.com/"></a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-75170430975570967322010-09-04T22:04:00.000-07:002010-09-04T22:04:04.650-07:00relief from the heatduring the heat of <br />
this long August night <br />
cold crisp snow glistens <br />
from the trees overhead <br />
in the memories of <br />
yesterwinters ...Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-68788243587221648272010-04-29T19:59:00.000-07:002010-04-29T20:11:44.907-07:00Over The Tops of The TreesMemories that once wounded his heart in his dreams<br />Cool breeze carried them over the tops of the trees<br />He breathed easy now with the peace left to heal<br />No pockets of anger left to drip bitterness<br />He walks the riverbank now alert to colours and musicJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-78089969668569866102010-03-03T10:08:00.000-08:002010-03-03T10:19:50.419-08:00faith is the beginningfaith is in the belly when one is hungry<br />faith is in the heart when one is alone<br />faith is in the bones when one is exhausted<br />faith is in the eyes when all around is darkness<br />faith is in the breath when the next one is not automatic<br />faith is in the arms when loved ones are out of reach<br />faith is in the tears when others suffer<br />faith is in the ears when love voice falls silent<br />faith is in the legs when the path feels crooked<br />faith is in the tongue when comfort stands in the shadows<br />faith is in giving when the cup is almost empty<br />faith is in doing today not sure of what tomorrow will bring<br />faith is in the owrkds of promise ... when the memory fails ... I will never leave you nor forsake you ... faith is the beginning, bringing hope then uncovering love that was there all the while - no greater love ...Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-80521748314044380232010-03-02T12:18:00.000-08:002010-03-02T12:19:04.177-08:00loving in the hearttime and space are interesting - there is no time or distance in and between heart - it is when we want to physically move about in this material world that these concepts impose themselves on us - I like knowing I can love and be with others even though they are not physically where I am. Soooo, love you all lots :)Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-5735375933214977212010-02-25T10:25:00.000-08:002010-02-25T10:27:30.281-08:00will yield great peace<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">When the noise outside ceases then the internal chatter increases ... thinking that no matter the noise outside it is the internal noise that is the most distracting - no matter the outside noise notice given to the internal will yield great peace ...</span></h3>Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-11741469800780298372009-12-24T22:05:00.000-08:002009-12-24T22:10:40.824-08:00Pebbling - Comfy Chairs - Sylmari<br />here<br />green<br /><br />i am here amidst the green trees and grass - high tide has come and gone while i watched - the rhythm of the earth is smooth and easy. it is gentle in all it’s way - i am at peace here - sitting - planted in this place - unlike the trees i am able to rise and walk - at will - my will - when will i arise - where will i walk - who will i see - i may pass by places and people and not see them because i choose not to see them - who will i choose to see? what places - what things in those places i walk will i choose to see - what will i miss because of the choices i make - what have i missed in days before? who can tell? they are passed as water passes under the bridge and is gone - the wooden bridge sure and strong under my feet - held fast to the rocky shore on each side - i am safe - (sage) tippie-toed arms held together on the sides - head and chest over the side - peering into the water as it rushes over-under-around the rocks, pebbles, algae, plants, tadpoles and reeds. Frogs perched atop the larger rocks - hidden as their backs look the same as the rocks upon which they sit - watching the reeds sway in the breeze - the sun warming their backs and the rock - the heats drifts up from the rock, whifts from their backs - they croak - loud and long - they call - to whom - to the sun - the trees - insects - bidding them come closer - “i will not eat thee - I only want to get a better look at your beautiful wings” the insect - -the fly is wary of the frog’s satin words - yet he listens - his mistake - first in a line of mistakes that will bring him to his end - and end that will ensure the life of the frog - filling his belly even if only for a minute - warming his belly - providing life - he croaks again - another fly listens - finally the frog is satisfied - his belly full - enough for today -he croaks and springs from his rock to the safety of the cool shaded mud den - the banks of the river are home to many creatures - flys, frogs, mosquitos for a start - they live and die in this little world - creating more flys, frogs, mosquitos each in their time - some born to be food for another - the food chain we humans call it - i wonder what they call it? do they have things like we call words? things or a way they communicate - do they have hopes, dreams, loves, hates - or are we the only creatures blessed and cursed with this ability? do they know they are blessed? do we know we are blessed? too often we use this gift to hinder - to hurt - to destroy - language - such a blessing - such a wonder - such a power - for good - in equal proportion for ill - we are blessed double in being free to turn the ill to good - to health - to life - to life from death - that is our power - the power to choose - once the choice is made we are subject to it - if it turns badly we can turn it to a good - maybe not the good that we would have had if we had made a different choice but a good that could perhaps only have come from the ill having been done. all of this from i, here, green” - a few minutes and life has been lived and grown.<br /><br /><!--EndFragment-->Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-39838935088404146562009-09-21T18:22:00.000-07:002009-09-21T18:45:33.398-07:00Pebble - 9-21-09pilgrimage slept with guilt where the good was getting to him. <br />a hand to heart running cried out with.<br />the head on the ground bleeding by the road that took them<br /><br />their three brothers ones name was man with power<br />deliver it to him by thieves in<br />with that he lay last fearing for himself the city cold<br /><br />to sell to say the rest from that cunning of his work<br />that comfort that to him told all<br />use it all indeed anything by him little dismayed<br /><br />bring him an odd thief keeping himself alive to beg<br />many hungry ways hope at the gate<br />had neither good nor power they missed the story<br /><br />it is not a wonder, it is a wonder why<br />but it must needs be, he used it as he should<br />that he made but little use of it at allJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-88449360284890328402009-08-13T23:52:00.000-07:002009-08-13T23:53:06.819-07:00longs for the bridegrooma pebbling pebble: there are however thoughts and intents that are beyond words - we march round, we charge, we tread gently, we plead .. but no words - there are no echoes - in this place there is only emptiness - the emptiness that longs for the bridegroom - he only may enter.Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-33443566975540772472009-08-02T18:03:00.000-07:002009-08-02T18:04:30.284-07:00reasons to: get up earlyknowing someone is looking forward to seeing you at the gymJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-11431635094764854522009-08-02T17:55:00.000-07:002009-08-02T17:57:09.633-07:00just wonderingwhy do we call the sun going down "sunset"?<br />is it like setting a table?<br />or jelly or a pudding setting?<br /><br />i get "sundown" or<br />how about "sundropping"<br />but "sunset" ? ...<br /><br />someone will enlighten me ...Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-15366879901913235782009-08-02T17:50:00.001-07:002009-08-02T17:52:50.980-07:00today was like thissome dreams shock you awake - casting your awareness forcibly into the elements with no regard as to whether it is a new day yet or not - you are shaken and held captive in mind and body until both can either grasp the meaning(s) or they are driven back into the darkness from where they came<br /><br />some dreams knock persistently until your awareness shifts and you are awake - whether new day or not it is either time to leave slumber's bliss or your sleep needs a moment of consciousness to reset to another position - you cast about to know and either rise or return to slumber's bliss<br /><br />some dreams gently coax you awake - knowing a day dawns and that in the majesty of new life as the sun rises not a minute is to be missed - thanks comes to your lips, you rise and do what your hands find to do with the strength you have been given<br /><br />then there are those days where each of these kinds of dreams are active - not one will give way to another - they all three put their hands on your breath and awake you are - slumber's bliss drops away and your mind reals as your minds finds itself - these days need to be lived with special attention - today was like thisJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-63250815524812671222009-08-02T17:24:00.000-07:002009-08-02T17:25:42.935-07:00smiling changes thingswhen sadness is dressed<br />ready to take the stage<br /><br />audience has arrived<br />expectation fills the air<br /><br />remember that smile waits<br />patiently in the wings<br /><br />shepherd's crook in hand<br />pull sadness off to stage left<br /><br />bid smile take center stage<br />revealing a changed heart<br /><br />audience confused and bemused<br />at first but soon joins in<br /><br />the laughter and the joy<br />fill hearts for days to comeJane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001887083704351073.post-18302731929707122782009-08-02T17:22:00.000-07:002009-08-02T17:23:23.672-07:00paul simon can you help here?they say women talk a lot!<br />sheesh !!!<br />we do - yes that it true<br />actually yes, i do - true too<br />however ...<br /><br />have you ever noticed<br />that some men can talk you sick too?<br />this especially ... ugh! no words to describe<br />with women - they are easy to distract or ignore<br />but a man ... they won't be distracted ...<br />ignore them? ... not a chance!<br />man how do you get away ... truly ...<br />there must be 40 ways to leave a talker ...<br /><br />paul simon can you help here?Jane Jones ... A Pebblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15502519770486658094noreply@blogger.com0