a peek through the window and gone again
The party lights beckon fire-bright and warm and though their call is not for me I come anyway, for old time’s sake. Creep and slide toward the cabin through the snow, my sluggish trudge-tracks elongated into deceptively elegant sweeps by nature, chemistry, and physics, an appearance of grace wrought by things entirely outside my control.
I press my forehead to frigid window pane, see the throats exposed in laughter, hear the clink of crystal, watch it all go foggy through my frosty breath on the glass, swirl a new view with the heel of my palm and smile. I am outside, though I know you’d welcome me in with open arms. I am content in my solitude for now, for a longer and more surprising stretch of time than ever before. I turn and walk back home.
At the computer I sit still as stone, the chaos of these last few weeks a beekeeper’s smoke hanging thick around my head, coating my nose, my lips, making me drunk, stunned, pleasant. My thoughts, my ideas, my blogs, my deadlines, all cooled and stalled like candle wax pooling at this table, once set grand, now an exquisite wasteland. This rare moment of calm feels like an old friend I can’t quite remember and I blink, wait for words to arrive, send them away again.
Mojo,NC,USA says:
I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating. You have a gift for imagery that is unparalleled in the known universe. I’m not even 100% sure what the allegory here is about, I just know it’s beautiful.
Just like you sis.
Just like you.
Much love.
December 29th, 2009 at 8:56 am
Nicole says:
This is about how I feel as the end of the year approaches … awesome stuff as always!
December 29th, 2009 at 9:00 am
Darlene says:
Hey Miss Maggs well said and so true. Ever thought of making money from your words. I am starting an online publishing site for writers to sell their wares. Email me with phone number if you might be interested. Have not set a date for site to be up and running but am hoping for the first week of January. Cost is going to be minimal to me but could be huge for writers. Hugs and as always you are great.
December 29th, 2009 at 9:05 am
MDTaz says:
Solitude seems to be the word of the day, akin to the reflection that descends upon us this time of year. Thanks for sending your words away – and our way – again.
December 29th, 2009 at 9:13 am
emily says:
Beautiful! I second Mojo’s comment! Stunning, Maggie.
December 29th, 2009 at 9:22 am
Susan (woo222) says:
Your writing is so stunningly gorgeous, Maggie. I love reading your stuff! ~Susan
December 29th, 2009 at 9:23 am
racheld says:
Thank you, Maggie Dear,
Your words mesh perfectly with the snow-muffled days of late, when softness is the norm, and quiet the rule.
Evocative of serenity, your trade of the grand-set table for the bare one of solitude, and spare words make sweeping images which linger.
December 29th, 2009 at 10:17 am
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December 29th, 2009 at 10:23 am
Juliana says:
exquisite wasteland=exquistie wonderland of a blog. You have talents that reach to the stars and beyond.
December 29th, 2009 at 10:34 am
Zoeyjane says:
You captured the words of my last week’s feelings exquisitely. Loved it, as always.
December 29th, 2009 at 10:52 am
deb says:
stunned . you are so gifted.
I’ve been left in a void of sort, listening, wrapped, stilled and frenzied.
but to word it like this…. wow.
December 29th, 2009 at 11:46 am
Liz says:
Southerner that I am, I’ve never seen a white Christmas in my life, and your writing makes me want to, far more than the songs or the cards or the incongruously well bundled Santa Clauses outside of malls in 60 degree weather. Love your imagery.
December 29th, 2009 at 12:23 pm
Scout's Honor says:
Love it. Simple as that.
December 29th, 2009 at 12:51 pm
Lil says:
I don’t even know what to say. Your writing is just so amazing. There should be a Pulitzer for blogging (hopefully there isn’t and I’m not making a fool of myself) because you would most assuredly win it. Thank you, Maggie.
December 29th, 2009 at 1:42 pm
Amy @ The Bitchin' Wives Club says:
I think I need a phone call with you because all this makes me think is “wth is going on??” Wish I could write that as elegantly as you, but you still get the idea.
Miss you!
Haven’t you always wanted to move overseas??
December 29th, 2009 at 4:55 pm
vodkamom says:
your words soothe me like a warm, snowy evening in front of the fire.
Thank you for that gift.
xxx
December 29th, 2009 at 6:32 pm
pamela ~ the dayton time says:
I am always so glad when you post.
December 29th, 2009 at 7:26 pm
anymommy says:
Sigh. Me too. I love your words.
December 29th, 2009 at 8:39 pm
BHJ says:
The quiet stones know all the best secrets.
December 29th, 2009 at 9:49 pm
Postmarc says:
This little Habanero of a post is just beautiful. And I don’t think it could have come without the white blanket outside. There’s something about those cold nights…
Thank you for bringing us along.
December 30th, 2009 at 7:41 am
Lisa says:
Sounds like you are in a thoughtful time right now. Beautiful, emotive writing. Really enjoyed reading this and being pulled into your (?) thoughts and feelings. Or whomever’s they were. I was there.
Thanks for the great writing.
December 30th, 2009 at 8:54 am
Tracey says:
Your posts always make me smile at the visual images they conjure up…
December 30th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
flutter says:
Oh, beautiful girl
December 31st, 2009 at 3:51 pm
Mr Lady says:
Oh, Magz, you have no idea how close to home this hits. Thank you for words I haven’t been able to find.
Happy new year, my friend.
December 31st, 2009 at 4:18 pm
Madge says:
I love this time of year. Everything seems on hold, but so promising.
December 31st, 2009 at 4:33 pm
starrlife says:
Hope that this new year brings gentleness and simplicity to you and your family!
January 1st, 2010 at 8:44 am
Elizabeth (@claritychaos) says:
I love this, Maggie. Beautifully written, and it tells a different story to each of us reading it.
I’m so glad to know you. Happy New Year, friend. xo
January 1st, 2010 at 1:27 pm
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