Dearest John:

Photo courtesy of Michelle Weber. DPChallenge Jun3 2013

For the longest time I read the name DPChallenge on the posts and thought to myself, My Goodness, this fellow (I don’t know why I say fellow, other than several of the posts read as written by a male) is certainly Freshly Pressed often.

Reading was always a pleasure and I couldn’t think that his writing did not deserve to be in the spotlight. Because it did.

This week, upon seeing his photo and the intense expression on his face as he assembles a feast as well as he carefully constructs his creative writing pieces, I finally see him up close and personal for myself.

I had no idea he had a beard.

I pictured him with a moustache alright. Bald was what I figured he had to be since he wrote so maturely. Most of the time.

In his photo this week, I am compelled to reach in, touch his arm and ask, why didn’t you tell me who you really were all along?

If I had known you were a “cook,” I would have thought differently about your work.

If I had known you were more than one person, I would have perceived your writings from another vantage point entirely.

Instead, I swallowed the stories and believed in your ability to take us, the reader, any place you chose.

Even to the confines of your own heart.

Yet, right there in the photo you sport a wedding band and have no business flaunting yourself for the purpose of any engagement in serious relationships.

How little we know from the written word.

How much we can see in a photograph.

If we are really looking.

You see, DP Challenge, I thought you were a person… an entire living human being. Just one person. Now I know there are many of you and that frightens me a little.

My heart was almost yours. This is the thing I know you will never understand.

I admired all those pieces you wrote, your creative flair sinking into my psyche with the post banquette effect of the delicacies you prepare tonight in the photograph.  Savoring every morsel of every word, I ran with you to the outer limits of the writer’s mind and all the way back to some fine living recipes. Then over to your inner world of singledom and into another orbit with your description of your worldly travels.

Still, you eluded me, DPChallenge.

How you succeeded, I cannot fathom. I read you faithfully. As I clicked on Freshly Pressed and saw your name yet again, my heart was both buoyant with your brilliance and, on the heels of that, deflated with a sense of never being good enough for the pages of Freshly Pressed next to you.

Tonight as I gaze at this photo of you, I am wont to smile and say, how do you do it all? Cooking, writing, marriage, relationships and you must do it all very well because nothing I have read to date is less than stellar.

When you serve this concoction to your waiting audience tonight, I wonder what it will taste like.

Will there be bones to chew on afterward or will the spinelessness of your hiding from me finally be revealed?

Will your wife know you have misled us all for so long, had us thinking you were the ultra perfect man who knew how to navigate all relationships with such finesse, we never thought to even ask who you were…

Do you have any children, I wonder? Their pride in you is surely justified for you have become a familiar name and now I finally have a face to attach to it.

I would ask you for a bite of your intensely created dish but I’m sure you have other plans. I can tell by the way you are plating the food so perfectly that you do everything with the precise eye of a raven and there will be no future mistaking you at all.

Everyone will know what you look like now.  Even if I fail to tell them, they will figure it out for themselves.

Normally, I am not so slow myself.

Even listening to others speak sometimes becomes gibberish to my ears and I have to ask them to repeat themselves.

Never you, though, DP Challenge. Never. Your words were always so well turned that if your cookery is anything near the same realm, you are sure to freshly press yet again.

Though I am ecstatic to finally see you, I must bid you farewell before dessert.

You see, DP Challenge, I finally grasp the full meaning of your name.

I, too, have been challenged for nearly two years running. It’s as though I am trying to plate a dish just as you are except there is no dish and there is no plate and there is no one to help me as there obviously is at your side in your world.

I think it’s time I tell you why I could not recognize you all this time.

I have PTSD – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder – that sometimes renders me incapable of anything beyond reading and writing.  These past two years of fighting the war on PTSD have left me incapable of doing all I once did, comprehending all I once understood. Even talking can become challenging so we’ll never be talking to one another, DP Challenge. I am sorry. A little.

In another way, this has been a lovely surprise, a huge relief and I thank you for giving me a visual that I may finally close the book on our relationship I’m sure you never knew we had.

It was an absolute pleasure to see you this way, DP Challenge.  I hope you’ll understand I can’t continue reading you this way.  The word stops here for me.  May your new chef hat take you even further than your writing.

I’ll still smile whenever I read your name.

©AuroraMorealist 3June2013

998 words

(This post is my submission to The Daily Post Challenge here on WordPress.com: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/03/weekly-writing-challenge-1000-words-three/)

Photo courtesy of Michelle Weber. DPChallenge Jun3 2013 WordPress.com

MINDFUL SPRING DAY: RE Post Sept 2 2012

Sharing a few thoughts, quotes and haikus I’ve written just because it is a mellow, thoughtful kind of day. Thanks for  visiting my new post, hope yours is a mellow, thoughtful kind of day.

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Today I wrote a page of your life. In it, I was the sunshine and your fears were the clouds. In every seagull I saw you flying away from me and in every wave I saw you return to my warmth. Until fear was no more.

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Another heavenly photo compliments of Jim Miller (c) copyright 2011

It was this day by the sea that I remembered. It marked 32 years but of what I do not know. Each year blended into the other, barely distinguishable by the calendar until the very end which was also the very beginning…again.

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Fair skies do not mean a fair world but a fair person will shine evermore.

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In every human exchange there lies a gift.
The gift may not be expected or even well received. 
The best gifts are completely unanticipated
and we know not what we are to hold precious
until much, much later in the acceptance of the gift.

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If ice into water melts so effortlessly, how can  a snowflake have so many patterns?

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Floor Grief
I was crawling on the floor one morning with grief
When I realized I could walk without it
Now I will permit myself a laugh on the floor, a cry on the floor
But when I am walking, I shall grieve no more.
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In my mother’s beautiful penmanship you can see the story of a wonderful woman who shared in the ways only she best knew how, her gifts with us. In my fridge lives a lonesome jar of unfinished homemade pickle I will never eat because she gifted me with it. In my kitchen drawers are dish cloths she stitched that I will never sully but instead hold in stronger moments, imagining her hands working the colours all out to please me, a perfectly layered pastel sunset.

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Love, once betrayed can be salvaged. But only once.

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Seeking love is like seeking a single green blade of grass beneath the depths of snow. It is better to wait until spring and numbers will seek you.

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Even if you lie to yourself, you should not assume that no one else can hear you.

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If you love me more than I love you
Or I, you, more than you love me
Will it matter at the end
Should one set the other free
Or should we live with what love we have
And simply let love be.

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If you are frozen solid, even under the warmest sun, it is impossible to thaw.

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If I say I love you it does not mean I cannot live without you; only that I wouldn’t like to live in the world without your love.

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Is vibrance the result of living fully or living fully the result of vibrance?

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If you tell me you love me in my dreamtime, will you still mean it when I awaken?

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Vexation = lamentation of an information overloaded nation.

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With no guarantee of our next minute, this one, our present moment always holds more meaning than we know.

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With trust and honesty, I give you all of me; without it, only the parts I wish you to see.

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To love, one must first have a heart.

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Raw or cultured, talent is talent and talent shared never goes unrecognized.

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It is better to be alone than feel alone… with somebody.

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Creativity is manna for the soul, let yours flow, if only for a day.

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~ (c) copyright 2011 all rights reserved~

Writing A Book

Steven Wright Quote

Image by BostonPhotoSphere via Flickr

“I’m writing a book. I’ve got the page numbers done.” – Steven Wright

Just  read the above quote on here and had to share it because I burst out laughing. I so relate.  On book number five, I do have page numbers in mind but I don’t have them done yet.   I do promise to share my progress.  But you probably figured that out about me already. Off to see if I can sleep, maybe I’ll dream  the book finished.