Margaret Atwood - Waking Spirals

At the Edges Between Their Tales

“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.”
— Margaret Atwood

For the heroes the stories
of honour and discovery
for me the simple existence
I see him return celebrated
and partake
he has grow wiser and bolder
and I continue
sweeping the floor
for crumbs
I have no arc, no quest, no voice
yet the dreams live within
tho none but me knows the beauty therein
as I wake to grey
and dishes
where he trails colour behind him.
yet colour fades
the last bit in my dust bin
as I continue on
soaring silently.
G A Rosenberg

Blessings, G

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Alien Posed For Picasso by G A Rosenberg

New Realm Abstract by G A Rosenberg

Narrow Focus on the Middle of the Tale

“When you are in the middle of a story it isn’t a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood; like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard powerless to stop it. It’s only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you are telling it, to yourself or to someone else.”
— Margaret Atwood

Sometimes it feels like life becomes a little too dramatic. Those closest to us act in ways that we find difficult to accept. Our jobs and family life are in turmoil and we can’t tell which way is up. One day it may make a good story but at the time it feels like the deepest torment. Those are the times when it becomes necessary to hold on tight and let it go and realize that I will make it through to tell the tale. I can’t see the story’s end all I can see is the next thing necessary to do. So I do that thing and then the next thing and a few steps down the line I have made it through the storm. That is the way I have made it through before and it will work that way into the future. When the path ahead is fogged up, I will focus on what is ahead of me and make it one step at a time. What a story I will have to tell when I have arrived.
Blessings, G

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Vision Scope by G A Rosenberg

Furcas (#50 in Goetia Series) by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – September 27 2012

“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
We lived in the gaps between the stories.”
― Margaret Atwood

Verse spins from the quote :

Crawling out from the edges
of the stories you told
You were the star
I was merely the extra or at most
the friend, the lover
there to understand
but not to act
but then once your staged moved on
I found freedom
I could act in any way I chose
I chose…not to act
but to be..
Living and alive
able to see in with insight
and out again
your story moved on but then you came back
only to find I no longer fit your script
but that’s ok
I’ve been too busy living my own

Blessings, G

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A Prayer For Peace by G A Rosenberg

Masqued Mandala by G A Rosenberg