Mommy Muses United!
Acrylic on Canvas, 30x60” 2009© Caridad B. Kolb
Dearest Talkinggrid readers,
We must accept our flawed beauty. Women, specifically, can better function if we find the music which runs through the veins of the plant life, animals, and stars glittering on the supermarket checkout line. WE must awake, arise, and possess our ever increasing social power and independence. We can make the world work; one cup of mutual support, kickstarted kindness, and an hour or two of daily pan-handling for clicks/donations; at a time. By sharing with our sisters; caring to those that live nearby, for those that fly away to foreign countries without sufficient funds and refuse to write for flowering blogs that pay good money... Loving our best friends and being true to the oath of universal respect which must become involute and sacred is all that matters, resonates, endures.
Yesterday, a dear friend of mine came to visit. A remarkable woman, she lives in Los Angeles, nearby. She is scientist from Germany and we have children exactly the same age. She has twin boys; they were born in England. When we met, at a hippy dippy co-op pre-school that was not a match for our family, WE MET. I saw her in the ball-pit and… it was LIKE… slow motion. Everything slowed down…because I recognized her immediately… I’d been thinking about this woman. I’d been waiting for her to come along and be a source of LOVE and then I met her beautiful blond boys; I knew they were to be my son’s best friends for life. I simply knew because I’d dreamt of these same boys before; blond, beautiful, English boys with adorable accents; yet, fluent in German.
Our playdates: quiet… the children playing around us. She had made the most delightful creme citron, served in a gigantic cocktail glass for us to share in a civilized table top tea… NO ONE is like this MUSE. NO ONE! Tears almost come to my eyes when I think of how much being in her company meant to lonely isolated young mother, me.
When I KNOW, I take action! I just saddled right up to her said, “Hello!” Like I knew her all my life… our eyes clicked and the rest is history.
I love this woman very much. She is super smart, calm, logical, reliable, and sexy… somehow… she has this naughty senseless irrational streak which sparks the flood of admiration required to get me writing in the early morning, before dawn… here I am thinking of her and writing. But that is not all; I’ve made a number of messy acrylic portraits of the lady; she has an hourglass figure, deep cleavage, cool gray eyes the cool of melted snow… filled with intelligence of generations of genius: yesterday, I learned that her great grandfather was a professional accordion player.
(I must confess, that the above painting is not directly of The Muse; I mention, but rather of the ideal of her as a beach goodess, melding with the water, rising from the sand, much like Venus, born from sea-foam.)
I love my accordion and I love the Muses. Thank you for stopping by, Sweet German Scientist MUSE!
Danke, Darling Muses for all the love.
Merci,
Frau K.
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Giant Hug,
Frau K.