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The Horizon

6/18/2021

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I was born under a new moon.  According to almanac.com 
"A new Moon is essentially the opposite of a full Moon. During a full Moon, we see the side of the Moon that is being illuminated by the Sun, giving the Moon its bright, glowing appearance. During a new Moon, however, we see the side of the Moon that is not being illuminated by the Sun, which makes the Moon blend in with the dark night sky."

​Ta da...I am the dark side of the moon.  The new moon is also the giver of new beginnings. I know this because today, I went one of my favorite shops, Wonders of the World. I was looking at these beautiful necklaces. You look up your birthdate and it tells you what phase the moon is in and which necklace is meant for you. 

New beginnings is something I can go along with. I've started over many times. I've never reinvented myself. I like to think I've evolved, but I still screw up and am granted new beginnings. All-the-time.  Everything old becomes new again as they say. I learned much about myself in the matter of minutes. Too bad I didn't buy the necklace. 

You know, it's kind of like when I take the quiz on Facebook, what kind of sandwich are you? Don't you dare judge me, the only reason I played is because you did first.  I had to re-take the test because it gave me the same answer as you. THEN, I had to redo it again because I didn't like the answer. 

I feel we've all learned something about ourselves here today. No need to thank me, just gift me with the new moon necklace. 


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What was I talking about? Horizons, yes. When I was a little girl I would sit on the beach for hours looking at the horizon. I was mesmerized where the sea met the sky.  I believed it was a land full of people shaped like the pyramids of Egypt lying on their side.  Didn't you?

The next time I saw an Egyptian pyramid laying on it's side was in the 80's on the Las Vegas strip. How can I explain how the Luxor was lying on it's side? I'll let Fergie tell you, "
The Grey Goose got your girl feeling loose Now I'm wishing that I didn't wear these shoes."

I'm pretty sure I wasn't drinking Grey Goose, but the house drinks in the clear plastic cups you get free wh 
gambling. How many can you drink in a night? Well, enough to make a pyramid lay down. See everything old, is new again. 


Of course I'm older now and know better. The real story behind the Horizon is this. There's an entrance where sea and sky meet hidden from the naked eye. A whole world exists behind the hidden door.

Allow me to introduce you to some of it's inhabitants. 

Meet Allegra Van Der Zee.
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Allegra hangs out at the Seascape Supper club with her friends. She drinks dirty martinis, shaken not stirred, while eating the finest chocolates and smoking thin fancy cigarettes. Never inhaling.

I know what you're thinking, she's a spoiled rich girl with nothing better to do, or she's a gold digger. A hustler? Ut uh, no way Jose, your wrong Donkey Kong. She is a hustler, but not how you think.

Allegra was a resourceful young girl, and knew how she wanted to make her way in this world, and it wasn't by manual labor. As my friend, Billie used to say, "Isn't Manuel Labor the president of Cuba?" Why work hard for your money, when you can make your money work hard for you?  She heard this on an infomercial for some product she never purchased.

She never started a lemonade stand, but she did invest in other children's refreshment business. She hired them to work the booth then procured the suppliesin many different ways, then she took a cut from the daily earnings.

The same with car washes, bake sales, etc. No money came out of her pocket, but she took a cut from all the trades she kicked off. The workers liked it. The clients were happy. Voila!

An entrepreneur is born.

When she became a teenager, she was quite the savvy business woman. One day a month she would hear from 10 other teenagers. She listened to their crazy business ideas. The riskier the better. She listened to her gut  to choose which venture to take on and it always paid off.  By 21 she was independently wealthy and in the top ten of the Horizon's richest people.

Back to the Seascape Supper Club. The richest bachelors and married men flirt with her and offer to buy drinks for just a moment in her company. Sometimes it was business, most time it was pleasure. Sometimes, she indulges them, but only for possible venture opportunities. 

She wasn't interested in them romantically. You see her heart belonged to the barback, Brodie McGuillicuddy.  He didn't have a clue. 

​However, in secret she longed for Dante Mahem, lead singer of Horizon's hottest rock band, The Pyramids. Rumor has it he hung out at the supper club after a show years ago. Allegra was waiting till he returned. She just knew if they met and their eyes locked they would never look at another again. She really believed this.

Really.

You're probably thinking how does a smart, 
resourceful, shrewd woman believe this? Nicht. Nah. Nope. Heck NO! This notion comes from the experience of her mother, Esmerelda Van Der Zee. You see back in the day she was infatuated, obsessed, and consumed with thoughts of Dan Marino from the Miami Dolphins. 

Wouldn't you know it, she ran into him at a restaurant on an island 55 miles east of the Horizon. They had a torrid love affair. No, Allegra isn't his daughter. Turns out there rendezvous was only meant to be a weekend in paradise. 

So, you see Allegra held out hope, because it could happen. She wasn't plagued with this thought by any means, but it was always there in the back of her mind, just in case. In the meantime, she would dance at night and wheel and deal by day. 

​Life is good at the Seascape Supper Club because they have a hero in Clementine Beaumont. 

(Is it becoming clear why my husband and I never could agree on girls names when I was pregnant? That's why we were given a boy.)



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Clementine Beaumont is the hostess at the Seascape Supper Club. The single folks who frequent the establishment refer to her as a Super Hero.


Clementine is polite and insists you be the same. She dresses modestly with Peter Pan collars, wears Estee Lauder perfume ( a nod to her gran who gifted her a bottle when she was ten.), sensible shoes and always carries a clipboard.


Not only does she carry out her duties as hostess, she's the guardian angel of first dates. If she notices a man, or woman talking rudely to the waitstaff, she morphs from mild mannered restaurant employee, to Super-Red-Flag-Noticer-Of-A-First-Date-That-The-Other-Half-Doesn't-Notice-Because-They-Really-Really-Want-It-To-Work-Out-Hero. 


Yes, she has a cape.

There's a special room for first dates, it's kind of a secret, but not really. There's a special menu for this room. It's where people who don't trust their judgements dine. They know they just have to show up and let Clementine be the judge. 


I know what you are thinking. You think what a fantastic idea, right? Yes! I can finally say what you are thinking is correct-a -mundo. You did it! 


And guess what? This part of the club was financed by Allegra Van Der Zee.  


Clementine has been invited to many weddings as a result of her expertise, and once she was called for a ride home from jail. You see, Dante Mayhem showed up there with a starlet one night and Allegra lost her shit.


Till next time. 
Love,
Kelly



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Muses

6/16/2021

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Dear friends,

Warning, it's a long one.

Muses have been on my mind. Probably because I"ve  decided to write again. I wish I knew which muse pushed me off the cliff. That's the thing about muses, there's more than one. 

There are many muses you know. They have different specialities, poetry, dancing, painting, or just getting out of bed and taking a shower. There is also more than one muse for each category. 

Some actively seek out people in need and eager to help, others who've been around the block a time or two, or three or four, sit up in trees smoking a cigarettes waiting to be asked, or daring the asker to present a worthy story that excites them enough to go to work. 

You may call them angels, God, or something celestial, but not all muses are ethereal. 
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Some of the best ones are human. They don't even know it, or perhaps they do. Who knows? That's why if you are feeling unenthusiastic, down, or just plain uninspired pay attention to everything. I promise it works.

There's a website called Unsplash and  Pexels that I really love visiting. It's where I get most photos. I have an album titled interesting people. I have over 200 pictures in it. I can spend hours thinking of these people and what their stories are. 

I'm fussy though. I don't like the model-y type photos but something that has that special oomph. Collectively they are all my muses.

I'm at a place where I want to tell tories, but I don't have it in me to be formal about it. I don't want to edit, and work and work and research. I want to tell and not show. So, I will. Perhaps, I will get back to that one day. But, I don't care if I do. 

No, that's not accurate, I care, but I am content with whatever direction the muses take me.  So, now I'm going to tell you a little story.
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 This is the story of Clytie and Apollo. Not the mythological story, (click here for that legend but come back please), but the human one. Not Chlymadia either. Bwahahahaha

That's Clytie, an avid cosplayer. She's infamous at the conventions for her wonderful rendition of whatever character she portrays.  In fact, if you want to know the truth, she's absorbed by it. Fantasy and reality are blurred.

I'm not sure what happened to her. Perhaps one day she will confide in me. In the meantime, I can tell you how she became a muse.

 A carnival beauty from the Netherlands was on call and took a shine to Clytie.
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One spring morning after comic-con, Clytie took a walk around the town.  She loved to explore the towns she visited when going to conventions. 

The downtown was both beautiful and alarming. There were blocks of swanky hotels, then areas around the bus station where the homeless hung out. So many lost souls. It terrified her to walk by them and saddened her to see how humanity could end up.


It was too much for her to absorb this particular morning. She turned and went the other way.

Brigid alley appeared. It wasn't a seedy back alley where clandestine events happen, it wasn't a road either, it was the in-between. Of course she went down this path, because there's nothing more tantalizing than the in-between. 

The Alley was surrounded by art galleries, coffee shops, and second hand stores. The alley presented the back doors of these establishments. The realness of the store shone through here, not the image or illusion they wanted to portray with their store front. 

She was trying to persuade a feral cat with two tails to come out and let her pet it when she heard someone crying out. They were pleading and urging, to someone or some thing.  She couldn't understand the words, so she creeped closer to the sound to see if she could hear or see who was in 
despair. 
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Apollo stood in his outside studio looking to the sky. The artist's words were aching, yearning and begging, but she still couldn't understand what he was saying. His sadness touched her. The sight of him holding a paintbrush  dripping blue paint branded her heart. She knew she had to help. But how?

She could only guess what was bothering him. Was  he experiencing some kind of  blocked creativity and couldn't paint? Art was not something she knew a whole lot about. What could she do? Then she remembered her ninth grade book report on Van Gogh and his sunflower series. 

Van Gogh suffered severe depression. He wanted to be known as the painter of sunfl0wers. That's all she could remember. This gave her a fabulous idea.

Wink, wink to the Netherlands Goddess who blew inspirational kiss of creativity.
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This was her first cosplay to help a fellow human being. It was thrilling and allowed her to marry fantasy and reality. 

​She returned to his studio an hour later. Only this time she went through the front door. He looked up as the bell above the door announced her arrival. 


He saw her through his blood shot eyes. They were tired from his crying episode. Something about her made him not care about his appearance. She was bright and sunny and held a bouquet of sunflowers.

Everything she planned on saying to get him to confide in her disappeared when she looked into his eyes. There was no way she was going to trick him, even if it was to help. All pretenses went out the window. 

She held out the flowers for him to take saying nothing. He took them and buried his nose in them. Sunflowers don't have a scent. He breathed in her compassion and something in him lifted. How could she know that earlier he wanted to end his life?


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​Apollo and Clytie struck up a long distance friendship. She visited him often in his studio because he was painting at turbo speed. His paintings were remarkable, they didn't look rushed. He was focused and unwavering in his subject of Sunflowers.

One of the distinguished galleries in the state offered to host a show for him. There will be an elegant gala introducing his work to art collectors with deep pockets. He invited Clytie to join him.
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The gala was intoxicating. Clytie was proud of Apollo. He glowed and exuded sunshine just like his flowers. He'll tell you, like the saying goes, you have to have a crack to let the light in. When he cracked everything shifted.

All of his paintings sold. At midnight he went up on stage and thanked everyone for coming. However, he told the guests there was one last painting to unveil. It was not for sale. It was his piece de resistance.

When the velvet blanket came off. The crowd gasped. I'm not sure if it was for the painting or for the artist. Apollo dropped down on one knee and opened a box revealing a canary tourmaline stone in the middle of diamond encrusted petals. The most dazzling sunflower you've ever laid eyes on.  He looked at Clytie.
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Clytie ran to him and jumped in his arms. 

This was better than any fantasy she ever created. 

As they say in only the best fairy tales, "They lived happily ever after......"

Till next time.

Love,
​Kelly

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New Beginnings or....

6/15/2021

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Dear Friends,

This is a letter of new 
beginnings, or wrapping up a life well lived. Perhaps, I'm romanticizing my life by saying well lived. For sure it was lived, survived, sometimes thrived, a lot of times contented, chaotic in chunks most definitely.  I suppose that's how everyone's lives are.

I'm an optimist.


I hope to highlight the good in life, but I'm not going to make any major declarations on this project. Ha, that's something I love to do. I'm going to do this and that. I promise to write everyday. Even though, I really mean it when I say that, and I really want to with all my heart.

I won't.

If you believe that it's certain I will disappoint you. So, I put forth no expectations, and I  probably shouldn't even call this a project. 

If you have happened along, welcome.  I love that pink door picture at the top of the page. I really would like to know what's behind it. Who lives there? What do they do? How do they live? Houses fascinate me and spark my curiosity.

It's funny how much I adore that pink door. I've never been a fan of pink before and lately, I can't get enough. I mean I liked it on people, I didn't hate it, but it wasn't a choice of color I would choose for anything. 


"Pink has always been a color in transition, and so have social attitudes towards it," said Valerie Steele, editor of the recently published book "Pink: The History of a Punk, Pretty, Powerful Color," in a phone interview.

The above paragraph is a quote from an article. The color pink: a cultural history.

I'm in transition like the color pink. No, I don't mean this in a doom and gloom way. It's just well, I"m entering the crone phase. If I'm honest, I've been there awhile, just been in denial. I'm embracing it now and all the wild, feral and guttural magic that comes along with it.
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The yellow door above is another entryway I'd love to cross. This one has stairs. Does it lead to a gothic garden filled will magical plants and animals before you get in the house?

Do the inhabitants have margaritas and conga lines on full moons? Or is it dilapidated and the yellow door a ruse to keep nosy relatives, or county officials away?


If'n you choose to come along with me, there will be many talks on houses, food, and people. People, people and more people. 

There is much to say, and like I said I'm feeling emboldened to talk. Besides my husband and sons, and wonderful critters, I suppose this will be my legacy.

I feel a strong urge to make sure before I leave this world  it's known I WAS HERE. Just like all those daring folks who write on underpasses, bridges and cliffs, "Kelly was here." 

I'm also hoping in some small way I leave this world better than when I arrived. I'm not sure how to do that other than tell stories.

Till next time.

Love,
​Kelly
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