Buji-nin: Photo Seeking Title

Here we go…..”Buji-nin” the man himself has begun a game with us. 

He seeks a title for the submitted photo in his unfailing love of playing the challenge, his haughty wit and rooting out the depth of the minds of others.  

Yesterday in my post I mentioned that I wish you could know this guy. The evidence points to the fact that he is in favor of it.

I am taking the challenge. What is the depth of your mind on this one?

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-“open your door to new ideas, let them flow in, open the back door, let them flow out, do not serve them tea???” – (his words on the photo)

 

 

Proof of Life: Buji-nin

 

A young man, tall and strong-jawed born of a line of military genius, sarcastic and exuberantly witty, played in the Age of Aquarius. He haltingly tested his professors with his grasping mind and profane insubordination. As was meet and right in the eyes of all he questioned and disrespected he found himself in the uniform of a soldier.

He no longer played at board games with tiny men as his intellect now turned to the horrors of an unjust war. Profanity became his definition of life, death and insubordination a daily examination in existence. Humility swallowed up all traces of surface haughtiness with the degrading, unceasing cries and pain of children, mothers and comrades.

The strong-jawed man returned home diseased, wounded, angry, confused and carrying his own scars. In his consuming genius he grew to love, respect and master his enemy’s languages, customs, religions and gods. Buji-nin is a tag name he has gave himself, (-DT Suzuki would sometimes sign himself meaning “no special person”).

He is, after all a child of Aquarius-questioning, rebellious, prone to wander as were we all. No generation is like another. He is one shining star, proven hero and prophet of ours.

Still as fiercely humble, haughty and questioning, the strong-jawed, witty Buji-nin enriches my soul with his tales of a life lived fully, on the edge, out of the box sharing constant challenges of genius and profane sensibility. I wish you could know him.

A wounded warrior of the ages I am proud and honored to call friend-Buji-nin.

NOT FINE

Heart screams come in waves

Changing voices UN-explaining

Waiting in loud desperation

Girl Stuff

I have one of those silly Pinterest pages-you know, the one with boards. One of my boards is titled “Joy Is”.  Most of it is filled with pictures of rooms I like, accessories, cute little grand- baby clothes and photos of places I would love to travel to.

This morning the first thing I found myself doing was digging in my piano bench until I found a book of Mendelssohn. I turned to a piece I haven’t played in years and gave it a go. Well, not so great. What happened as I was playing was I saw these images from my Joy board in my head and knew what my post would be today.

Music makes me who I am. It is a part of my soul. Every piece I have ever played since my first lesson in the 3rd grade. Moreover, each photo below is a part of me as well. The girl part of me loves shoes, daydreaming, writing the next great southern novel, lovely dresses, believing I could compose a sonata and returning to my days as a teenager-full of hope, my first boyfriend, identifying with songs on the radio and romantic woods in which to set up housekeeping.

After five decades of living I am still the same me. Young girls become brides, mothers, grand mothers and wives. In between we have careers/vocations/callings and grow ideals, set standards, gain wisdom, try and fail, sometimes we succeed, see the fruits and blessings of the years as well as the regrets.

Strong women keep on. We keep on being who we are. I do. I know no other way to live, to grow, to share, to be true to myself and those I love.

I have not lost that loving feeling. I still close my eyes when I kiss. I hope there is still tenderness in my touch, in all I do, say, think and dream about, write, in the music I play, in who I am.

Girl stuff grown to full bloom-Womanhood. It is so much wonder and fun.

Tuesday Treasure

14047269_1136291879761378_6032811698582015651_oAt our house there is a sudden, rapid spurt of growth and change. It seemed a long time coming. In the blink of an eye it is here.

There were the lean years of not seeing our boys much. During school, work, courtship, and marriage came the strange position of parenting absent adult children via phone and text mostly. Thanks to good, positive bonds and communication, their dad and I grew through it and learned a lot.

Now our family has joyfully grown from four to eight-doubled in two years! Both our sons married within six moths of each other and had children with three months of each other.

Along with their marriages we the gained two wonderful extended families of their wives. These are strong, solid, loving and welcoming families which we count as treasures.

All families go through “stuff”. We pray for each other, we love each other through. The handsome guy in the photo is a treasured miracle. We prayed him through. We loved the family through. They love us back.

Family. A Tuesday Treasure

Unfinished Thoughts

A writer’s dream, fulfilled in my very hoping,

Complete in silence, speculation, unencumbered of mind.

Ah! The mess is the latter thought.

As More of Tudor’s Court once evoking,

“Words, words, words. It is all only words.”  

Less than dream, featureless, exuberantly blind.

Unfinished now, yet not for naught. 

Tuesday’s Child-Full of Grace

She’s the Bomb! I love this! Another blogger in my family!

Donutsdiapersanddaydreams.com is up and coming! Nicole Capalbo Dingle, its author, is a woman ahead of her time. For her tender age she has lived and worked in Manhattan, traveled Europe, hiked across parts of the US, surfed in the Dominican Republic, built, remodeled, decorated and sold several houses in The Holy City (Charleston, SC), made more money in a year than I did in five, and continues to hit the ground running. 

Yep, she is my beloved daughter-in-law, however I love her as my very own. From the first moment our son brought her to our door, we knew she was the one for him. Nicole comes from a large, I mean large Italian family and Family is everything to her! She has enriched our lives beyond belief. 

Multi-talented and a writer, I invite you to explore her new blog. Taste some of her life and her treasure. Learn from her graceful simplicity. Feed on her appetite and fire for entertaining. Laugh and cry with her ability to be self-effacing and genuine. 

This daughter of mine is Full of Grace.

 

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Summer Morning

Strange for a little town girl. I am not scared. The smell hurts my nose. I can keep climbing. I don’t like it up here! It’s so hot. My eyes burn and I can’t see. Okay, I can duck. Don’t tell them I’m dizzy. “No, you can’t sit down yet!” If she pushes me I’ll fall! Sticky leaves in my face, so hot, I’m so hot! “I want to get down!” Susan does, too. We have to sit on the dirty boards. I can’t breathe! I can’t stand the smell! This is the hottest place in the world! Why am I here?! I can see light.I am moving down the ladder. I hit the ground-hard. Blackness.

Little town girl is a hero. All her town friends have never been in a real tobacco barn.

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Summer Morning

 

Morning breaks, dewy sweet,

Fresh breeze cleanses my soul,

Sharpens my senses,

Garden to lane like gracious gifts,

They surprise me with joy.

All the world is new.  

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Summer Morning