Family of the Heart

It's safe. I've stopped sniffing now. When I could see, I swept my kitchen. Bits of scrambled egg, bread crumbs, masticated peas and a dessicated sausage rolled into my dust pan. Evidence of the joyous chaos that has been in Palais de Roses over the past 9 days. I changed bedding, put loads of laundry on, collected the bits that were forgotten: a dinosaur, a pig, a glove and a watch. I had a bath, indulged in some smellies and put on comfy clothes. The house is quiet. The Cat is still in hiding. It'll take her awhile to realise we're back to normality, whatever that means.

There are 3 human beings who currently walk this Earth, who I can say changed my life utterly, beyond recognition, positive transformative catalysts. Aitch is one of those people. Through her I firstly found my spiritual path; I found a family who welcomed me into their arms and refused to let go, no matter what an arse I was being; I found music and dancing; and laughter, lots of laughter. I found the place I belong.

Boy and I moved out of the house to the Great Ursus and his lovely, so she and young family could run riot here. As a plan, it was perfect. They had a brilliant base from which they could catch up with everyone. They had space and privacy. I ended up staying over a couple of nights, sleeping on my couch. I loved seeing the toys scattered around, hearing the boys excited chatter just because it was morning and every day is still an adventure. It didn't make sense to some people, but it worked.

Now I sit here in the silence and I miss them so.

Comments

  1. Would you like me to come round and make a mess for you?

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  2. dave ~ thank you, but no. I just tidied up!

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  3. Re-arrange this from paragraphs to lines and it is a poem!

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  4. xl ~ I looked at the post again, and yes, I could turn the first paragraph into a poem. Good idea!

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  5. Yesyes all these dinosaurs litterin' the living rooms ...

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  6. mago ~ it was the small plastic pig in my bedroom that had me scratching my head.

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  7. Glad to have you back I miss reading your blog.

    And yes it is a poem, one I would love you to post.

    Glad you are feeling better and ready to for the world, hope you are ready to return to your writing, it can be a lifesaver.

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  8. moggie ~ thanks as always, for your encouragement. I will be writing for sure. As for the poem, I'll work on it today.

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  9. One day I will visit Norfolk and drop in for coffee and a fag. I am quite tidy though.
    Sx

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  10. ms scarlet ~ you will be most welcome here. Let me know when you fancy popping by and I'll get in the tipple of your choice.

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  11. Oh, too quiet. I know that feeling.

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  12. z ~ it's the sudden contrast between chaos and peace.

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  13. My youngest twins are only here part-time now...sometime in the not-too-distant future, I suppose that will end too...we joke about the space freed-up for a sewing room and a study...and yes we might just do that... but I think we both know it's sort of hollow...

    What the hell are we going to do when it's so predictable and quiet?

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  14. cogidubnus ~ that's a toughie. My sympathies. I'm now looking at Boy with pretty much the same thought. It's too scary now. I'll deal with it later.

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  15. It's odd when visitors leave, the space they occupied seems very oppressive. Just like the space where the Christmas tree stood for a few weeks.

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  16. Rate my Sausage ~ welcome. It's exactly that. You've summed up very nicely what it's been like.

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