Once upon a tale…

Once upon a time…

A New Year tale, a New Year Gift…
Into the inbetweeness:
The Eastern and Western New Years..
So, once upon a time, at yahoo there were many…
Hitches, or is it glitches?
So much so, that many Yahootians decided to emigrate.
They found places, of course.
Easier emigration than in true life!
No Schengen there, no tolls, no planes, no visas, no passport!
Only passwords!
About those places:
Some are nicer than others.
Or they suit you better!
For my part, I found ipernity, ning,
and some, many, many others.
(And now, after leaving it a while ago, I found Facebook back!)
I was following my friends, you see.
Not always such a good idea.
Because, just like in “true” life,
maybe even on a higher degree,
friendships on the net can be very taxing.
Some people never get out of their troubles,
whatever you say, whatever you do!
So, after a while, as it was not working for me, I left some.
But I kept some too.
I left one at Ning.
There, me, a little poor Belgian…
Yeah! A Princess, me?
(private joke, sorryyyy!)
I met a Horse Whisperer.
Then and there, I did not realised he was that, though.
No, in my eyes, he was only a kind young man.
With a sad story.
Then, he invited me at his place: Jim’s.
I think he couldn’t really find his turn at the other meeting place…
Just like me.
Though, for a long while, I hesitated to accept his invitation,
as I was engaged…
And the relationship,
very difficult then,
didn’t allowed me either time on the net,
either men-friends…
But at the long last, I relented.
And never regret it!
It is one of the places I won’t leave if heaven permit it!
As there I was to meet my lil Chinese Princess.
Yessssssssss! You!
( sorry, privat joke, again!! It is all about and around, my friend Jo!)
Elsewhere on ning too, to be honest.
And this is by that strange way that at the long last, we became also friends at yahoo.
For the other blog’s readers:
As some of you know, I had many sites there…
and I can tell you she has a huge one too!
Now, we are connected at 2 places and at 3 at Ning.
There, via British or Americans
as well as on the trail of those
who are Native Americans or from mixed ancestry.
So, not so long ago,
Jo with her flower’s Eyes and me,
Lakota Moon,
(I know that by now, you are lost: this im my Indian Name…
I have always been taken by Sitting Bull.
Many people know he was a Sioux.
To be precise, he was a Hunkpapa, Lakota, Dakota Sioux!
Hence my Indian name.
Luna or Louna Twist is one of my pseudo,
also the name of a Belgian pop group from the 80!)
by a lunar twist,
we fell under the spell of a Red Cloud!
Who is, no secret there, our famous Horse Whisperer.
( no, of course not, nothing to do with either Redford,
Red, yes, but not forded,
or Nicholas Evans!
Only, that Red Cloud, like the famous Indian Chief,
has a special relationship with horses! Point!
And with people too!)
My other friends there are a Donna, a White Eagle,
a Desert Fox, a Cactus Flower
and a kind Barry loving shoes sort of man…
And my Chinese Princess.
Which just like me has not a drop of Indian blood,
but also doesn’t live in her native country.
As I live a lot in Morocco,
she lives always in Malaysia.
And this has to be followed..
Sorry, Jo (the Chinese Princess)! It ain’t funny.
The picture comes from Mon Fleur Eyes ( pseudo of the Chinese Princess!) as you can plainly see it!

With a special thank to you, Jim…
By the way, I found a James Lehman (true name of Jim, Horse Whisperer, Red Cloud!) on youtube, a specialist in education for difficult children…
Strange.
Blog from yahoo!

Honestly, I have a lot of fun doing that kind of nonsensical blogs.
And an immense pleasure to post it in different places…
Pour toi aussi. Joelle, ma plus fidèle lectrice à myspace…

Some stories…

On my last blog, I explain I had difficulty to cope with all my sites…

Then I decided to let things roll…

I even ask someone for a friendship…

And…

She gave me the following story…

Which she received from one of her friends.

She too has joined my circle…

And if I place it today, it means how much I value it.

“This is a story that was sent to me by a friend, I hope you enjoy it…”

“One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming

that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.

There was not a mark or a flaw in it.

Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.

The young man was very proud

and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said,

“Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.”

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart.

It was beating strongly, but full of scars,

it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in,

but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.

In fact, in some places there were deep gouges

where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared —

how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed.

“You must be joking,” he said.

“Compare your heart with mine,

mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “yours is perfect looking

but I would never trade with you.

You see, every scar represents a person

to whom I have given my love –

I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them,

and often they give me a piece of their heart

which fits into the empty place in my heart,

but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges,

which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away,

and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me.

These are the empty gouges —

giving love is taking a chance.

Although these gouges are painful, they stay open,

reminding me of the love I have for these people too,

and I hope someday they may return

and fill the space I have waiting.

So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.

He walked up to the old man,

reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart,

and ripped a piece out.

He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart

and then took a piece from his old scarred heart

and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart.

It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart,

not perfect anymore

but more beautiful than ever,

since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his.

 

They embraced and walked away side by side.”

 

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The second story, I did not like as much for itself.

 

 

But it made and makes me reflect about love…

 

 

What one calls love.

 

 

And it certainly does not have that meaning for me…

 

 

However, it makes me think that somehow…

 

 

I always had a weakness for unrequited love.

 

 

And it makes me realised why…

 

 

It is so much “safer” than to believe someone would care…  

 

 

And then there is always the risk that they withdraw…

One night a guy and a girl were driving home from the movies. The girl sensed there was something wrong

because of the painful silence

they shared between them that night.

The guy pulled over and told the girl he wanted to talk.

He told her that his feelings had changed

and that it was time to move on.

A silent tear slid down her cheek

as she slowly reached into her pocket

and passed him a folded note.

At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down

that very same street.

He swerved right into the girls side, killing the girl.

Miraculously, the guy survived.

Remembering the note, he pulled it out and read it.

“Without your love, I would die.”

Thanks to JoJo  and Irone for the first story.

 

 

To Lisa for the second.

 

From the Winding Valley to the Windy Plains…

And about bond…

I am reading Somerset Maugham.

And…

That bitter sweet song of Indochine follows me wherever I go.

«J’ai demandé à la Lune…»

Where Moon doesn’t care a dam about our Love’s misfortune…

Not much to do with the Moon-shadow of the Cat!

As I try to formulate some encounter…

And there too,

Like: even for non sentimental questions,

The Moon doesn’t have a shadow of an answer….

This time, the fact is the matter.

Like: how to speak about Camden?

Camden is one of my dogs; twins.

But except they were born the same day

From the same parents,

The two of them haven’t much in common.

Ben was adopted still a puppy,

At seven months, Camden was fully grown .

With all the problems of adolescence…

Especially as he wasn’t take care of by humans

And has been bitten by the dogs around.

One day.

I saw him.

And my heart missed a beat.

Or it jolted.

I didn’t know you could have that kind of thing for a dog…

Love at first sight.

And longing.

Until…

On a clear morning, the farmer called me…

Later.

I changed his name.

From Max…

As…

A while before,

A night,

I did have a dream.

The link to reality seemed to be…

Then, I was very much in Arthurian lore.

The most beautiful Tarots ever is based on it.

So, that vision went like this.

I could see a wide plain…

A typical Scottish Glen.

Very much like those on the pictures of the cards…

In the middle of it, was a small mound…

There, a beautiful sheepdog, a Collie, mostly red,

Stood proudly, watching the empty space, looking far away…

I knew for sure, it was a she-dog and her name was Camden.

Camden!

And she was mine.

Awakening.

That name, then, could only come through Iris Murdoch.

As she writes about people from Camden Town…

Reflect about it…

Long after…

I lived in Scotland,

And crossed London many times…

Waiting for my train to the North,

Would I not walk and picnic in Camden Town?

A little while ago,

I find the sense of the name:

From the Winding Valley…

And of course, wrongly,

I associate the wind and winding…

As in another language,

You can’t help seeing other links between words.

My Camden, being born in Flanders is not precisely that. But I am!

So…

A curious fact.

From the start, I find it a boogie name.

Camden walks like a dancer

Such a fiery sparkling spirit of a dog.

So fiery and so windy,

So brisk and quick,

It is extremely rare to leave him running free.

Yesterday, rainy, yesterday, the walk was pretty short.

Plodding our way on that dirt road as always.

I, disguised as a Russian,

Couldn’t help thinking of Kitano’s Dolls.

Some characters are linked for ever by a red cord…

The leash of Camden is red too.

And our anxieties tie us.

As well as his unpredictability.

Only the day before, a so sunny, wonderful spring day,

I grasped again how it reassures him to be attached.

We met the Australian Sheepdog of our neighbours,

An enough sweet and nice dog.

He was running free; his master calls were vain

As he considers our dogs a kind of shy friends.

No problem with Ben,

And as I kept Camden close to me,

For once he was not growing hysterical.

I’ll go as far as to say!

He was feeling safe because of the lead,

As this prevents him to get truly wild.

And out of his mind.

It was a strange moment…

Dog’s friendship,

Human understanding

Some kind of great peace.

Through a red leash.

To LSR

Snow, dogs and blog’s

I am late.

The dogs, they are so -O- so patient.

As for I, I am not.

Try to make the French blog,

Working! Working not…

And.

Thinking of friendship.

New names to call it.

Really have to come down.

“For god-sake, look around!”

The sky is grey.

The dogs are quiet.

I feel alright.

But absent-minded.

Snow.

Yes! Snow!

So absent-minded, was I

I forgot my wooley.

Choose my day!

Freezing, frozen snow.

So long no news.

Not even nice…

Green field so bad iced… 

Then all changes!

Philemon has an orchard.

His pricking hedge

Of white hawthorn,

Comes in sight

Whiter than ever.

I see the Ice Queen…

 My heart miss a beat:

The magical wide circles

Of snowdrops are in hiding…

The pale sun pierces

All at once…

I look him in the eye.

So perfectly round.

White as a moon.

So soon disappeared.

In the snows’ cloud.

On homeward way.

Snowdrops show their nose.

Safe!

Finding…

Going east into the rising sunlight,

Coming back to its setting for the night,

That path has become a part of my life.

So important is that mud road,

Very dog-related,

That’s plain clear-cut.

The metal one is not that bad.

Mad enough, when it rains,

It’s altogether a string of duck’s pools.

The cars of the neighborhood

Keep taking that -forbidden - shortcut.

……………………………………………………………

For the annual market, last Eastern,

The earth of the dirt way has been cover

With a mix of shingles,

Wrecked tiles and all kind of pieces

Of every imaginable cement amalgams.

Or broken jars. Cups. Bowls.

………………………………………….

Many pebbles have rejoined my stones’ set…

I am not the sole collector in the family.

I never realized before last year

How many of my routines

My godchildren tend to appropriate for themselves…

Mostly the weirdest ones!

So, the twins being the offspring’s of Melanie

And copying her too,

Started today a different compilation.

…………………………………………………………

Maybe the three bikers of yesterday -

I thought of Tolkien;

As suddenly the sound of their engines

Heralded them:

Springing from the thick mist,

As some roaring warrior squad,

But I know better…

Stopping, looking for directions

On their high and strong motocross machine’s-

Have unsettled the pieces…

………………………………………….

O!

Did it wait for me all this time in full sight?

Today, how was it shining – no sun in the sky -

How?

That little fragment of blue China Delft!

Jeanne was full of explanations.

“It is a Dragon.

I have seen them on plates.

I have seen them on saucers.

I am sure.”

……………….

Well, I treasured it.

I lay it safely in my pouch

Not yet believing in my luck!

It seems it is a very good omen!

I wish I knew more.

O! I wish I understood more.

I will put it on my desk under the Eastward window…

………………………………………………………………………………..

Then, coming home.

I began to hesitate…

So many balance’s in me.

Ah! Astrology!

Was it not a Tiger?

Or was it a Pig?

Once again Jeanne was resolute!

” No, I am sure it is a Dragon!”

Conclusion.

They are not such a part of her culture.

The eyes of a child are mostly fair-minded.

O!

And I really want it to be a…. Dragon.

To my self and to you who knows…

Si tu passes là-bas vers le Nord
Ou les vents soufflent sur la frontière
N’oublie pas de donner le bonjour
À la fille, qui fût mon amour

Si tu croises les troupeaux de rennes
Vers la rivière à l’été finissant
Assures-toi qu’un bon châle de laine
La protège du froid et du vent

A-t-elle encore ses blonds cheveux si long
Qui dansait jusqu’au creux de ses reins
a-t-elle encore ses blonds cheveux si long
C’est comme ça que je l’aimais bien

Je me demande si elle m’a oublié
Moi j’ai prié pour elle tous les jours
Dans la lumière des nuits de l’été
Dans le froid du petit jour.

Si tu passes là-bas vers le Nord
Ou les vents soufflent sur la frontière
N’oublie pas de donner le bonjour
À la fille, qui fût mon amour

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,

When the rivers freeze and summer ends,

Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,

To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,

If it rolls and flows all down her breast.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,

That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.

Many times I've often prayed

In the darkness of my night,

In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.

 




もし君が北の祭りを旅するなら、
風は国境に強く吹くだろうが、
そこに住んでいるあの人に宜しく伝えておくれ。
彼女は、かつて僕が本当に愛した人だった。







 
君が雪が激しく吹きつける中を行くのなら、
川は凍り、夏は終わりを告げる頃だろうが、
あの人が暖かいコートをまとっているかどうか、
見てきておくれ。
彼女が冷たい風から守られているかどうかを。







あの人の髪が長く伸びているかどうか、見ておくれ。
胸元まで、巻き毛が垂れているか。
僕のために見てきておくれ、
彼女の髪が長く伸びているかどうかを。
そうやって彼女を覚えているのだから。







あの人が僕を覚えていてくれるかどうか心配だ。
僕は何度も祈ったんだ。
夜の暗闇の中で。
 昼の輝きの中で。







だから、もし君が北の祭りを旅するなら、
風は国境に強く吹くだろうが、
そこに住んでいるあの人に宜しく伝えておくれ。
 彼女こそ、僕がかつて本当に愛した人だったんだ。