Saturday, November 14, 2015

seething


On a gentle note, our feline codger, Voodoo appears to be on the mend, taking larger portions of food. Sitting up and complaining loudly about the room service and hogging the bed.

The weather got seriously cold overnight and I got the rest of the houseplants in at the last minute. This morning, from the prime seat in the bathroom, I observed something moving the jungle vines of the jojoba plant. Something as yet unseen lurks.

The french knots continue to blossom on "code lines". and speaking of french...

The tragedy in Paris.

I have no platitudes here. No merciful thoughts for the innocents. I want to run through a crowd of these animals and help them to their damned reward with my rusty machete. And won't they be shocked when they find out just how pissed off Allah is at their actions and attitudes. I am out of patience with religious fanatics of every stripe.

Contemplative stitching is difficult when what I really want to do is paint the streets with the  blood and brains of terrorists.


4 comments:

Ms. said...

I remain simply saddened, and hold to beauty like a lifeboat:

Life has loveliness to sell
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
eyes that love you, arms to hold,
And for your spirits still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

-Sarah Teasdale-1917

Judy Sall Fiber Art said...

I'm with you, Deb. Time to pull out all the plugs and hunt down these beasts. This is no different than Stalin, Lenin, Hitler, or any of the other infamous madmen who have covered the history pages with blood and devastation. Only there is no one leader of this band of thugs to focus on.
On the up side, glad to hear Voodoo is in recovery mode, and your cloth is looking beautiful...

Saskia van Herwaarden said...

out of patience, yes and at the same time full of love

Dana said...

I always enjoy your brisk dismissal of platitudes. You have a wickedly funny way of articulating the feelings we try not to have. I think violence is
way too prevalent and sincerely view love as the only long term answer, but recognize so clearly the desire to smack these deluded henchmen into oblivion. Fundamentalism in any form is no longer valid.

I, too, am glad your kitty is feeling better.