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Wife of the Gods by Kwei Quartey

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"There were a few huts nearby, and Uncle was standing next to one of them talking to a neighbor. Noisy weaverbirds were building their upside-down, trumpet-shaped nests in the trees." prehistoricpark.wikia.com/wiki/Weaver_Bird
Voiced thoughts. Jungle dark ladder trees scrub stars  above a listing wall where lies forked bones.       Isolated fear wild, laughing clowns slip   through a gate where stand four weary lions mad  for dungeons bled by matadors from Spain.          Shepherd this one around hard, cold, clay floor     until the skin falls off dead arms and hands          meet along the beach before sweet music shouts   ole! deeply shielded castles sunk in sand.             Shadowed ghosts shake pink broken shells along    mind's waves with lying tongues of fortunes near       upon the crash of silver waves spooned lives  drag wisdom's treasure chest pass shipwrecked souls  waltz inside a ballroom marbled with glass.       

Come

What you have felt - real.  I am not afraid to stand  bravely beside you while desert dust blows around. I will brush your tears away while you brush mine and wait for the stillness of the storm to push us toward a sea dream of mirrors wet and cold like rainbows. A canteen filled with wine rippled as a camel's skin.  
Huge, round, golden eyes An African name Dark white tail six inches longer than a yardstick. I cringed, walked slowly from the cage. Still afraid of life. Still afraid of love. I fly toward the South never to the North again. Through a tree I see sky.

Thankful~

I have been reading a book titled Thanksgiving by Ellen Cooney. The novel takes place during the 17th Century and  in the 18th Century. During that time it took a great deal of work to get ready for Thanksgiving dinner. For one thing, the father or husband had to go out and shoot a turkey. Thank goodness I can go to my neighborhood supermarket to pick a turkey from the freezer.The women also had to keep up with other tasks like dyeing vegetables for projects. If I want to embroider or crochet, I only have to pick beautifully colored threads from my small wooden thread box.  For dyeing purposes, I don't have to pick radishes or onions from the garden. Thinking of the work done by the Colonials makes me think of the small amount of time I spend searching for recipes on the Internet or in a cookbook. Thinking about earlier cooking and house duties the Colonial people and  among indigenous tribes makes me complain less and react with more thankfulness during the season.

Weekend Cooking

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http://www.bethfishreads.com/ Patience is at the table, the whittling knife in hand. She's making X'x in the shells of chestnuts. Some of them will be boiled. The rest will be roasted. They came up from the cellar a short while ago. They're in a basket in the center of the table. When I think of chestnuts, I see them roasting on Market and Chestnut street years ago. I still can smell them. I can also hear Nat King Cole singing The Christmas Song .  He mentions chestnuts roasting on an open fire. It's titled The Christmas Song. artofmanliness.com/2011/11/22/how-to-roast-chestnuts-  P.S. Sorry it's on such a "manly" page.

Tranquility by David W. Henderson

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In this day and age, tranquility is not easy to find. Since I am a worrywart, the title Tranquility by David W. Henderson bounced out at me like a neon light. So also did the words in the book. Welcoming to each new chapter were literary quotations. Lately I've been drawn to nature because of the silence in a park, a look at a bed of flowers or a look up at the night stars seems the place to discover this peace. I slowed down my reading pace while reading David W. Henderson's book and hope to reread some chapters. The pages are packed with spiritual advice. The author clearly writes his feelings about slowing down in a world that is full of activity. The ability to "rest" is a gift from God. I like the way Mr. Henderson describes and explains verses of the Bible. One verse which I never have read really painted a picture in my mind. I could see a Shepherd holding a sheep over his shoulders. This verse is called a blessing. It is spoken by Moses. "Let th