Love is not just the property
of physics but the language
of home, a feeling of belonging,
a shareable place. Sometimes a
little patch of green.
Other times an unmade field.
Its touch sharp but malleable,
a labor of commitment and
compromise, that with luck and perseverance can withstand
drought or a sun washed out by rain.
Love is neither a spell or curse
but rather feelings inked by actions.
At times a historical footnote
At other’s an entire memoir.
Often born from the tree of life,
sweet and fruitful
Other times acrid and spoiled
Love’s at its best when brushed
with agape’s stroke
Friendship pierced with eros
This kind of love can be feasted
on for years, Soul and sugar
with a portion of salt.
Imperishable and filling.
A recipe that can be recited
by heart light and remembered
during times the light bends.
-Tosha Michelle
Lovely!
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Thanks. xo
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You’re welcome
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“Love is not just the property
of physics but the language
of home, a feeling of belonging,
a shareable place. Sometimes a
little patch of green.
Other times an unmade field.” I think these lines are completely creative, talented and beautiful ❤
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Thank you. Means a lot. 💕
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A fine description
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Thank you kindly
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“…Soul and sugar
with a portion of salt.
Imperishable and filling.
A recipe that can be recited
by heart light and remembered
during times the light bends.” Powerful and delightful!!
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Thanks so much 💕
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Wonderful! ❤️
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Thanks so much 💕
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My pleasure!
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thanks
💕
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💕💕💕You are welcome.💕💕💕
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Poet and chef! Poignant recipe. The luck is a key ingredient, but perhaps shape and friendship more. Can you stop the soufflé from falling if you don’t pierce with Eros? I guess my wife and I are finding out, but then the light has been bending its illusions around me for decades, and is finally refracting to the unavoidable focal point. But at least I’m alive, I guess. Right now I’m sitting in my endocrinologist’s waiting room, first time I’ve made the three hour drive dressed and made up feminine like my heart, my sweetie is sad at home, but kind, a victim of my active blindness of youth finally daughter up with me/us. I started the three hour drive looking perfect, now the fluorescent light and phone mirror shows the faint stubborn stubble and anyone could guess it is time for another laser treatment, but y’know? I love the tunic and the flare jeans, and the eyes turned out pretty good for a 52 year old exhausted girl. I love your recipe Tosha, though I would add that the starting ingredient should be as much truth as possible, followed by pounds of mercy if you leveled the measure too much. Your beautiful poem of aphorisms is a masterful stroke, and obviously tender for me today, but also a joy. Thank you friend.
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Also meant “caught up” not “daughter up”
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😜❤️
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I have no idea what daughter up would even mean, perhaps an admonition to clean one’s room, or take care of your aging parent depending on life stage? 🤔
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Ha! Well I have two so it’s works. 💕
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You’re welcome. Thank you for your thoughtful comment. I’m sure you look beautiful. Hope your appointment went well. Sending love to you and yours. 💕💕💕💕
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Thank you, I am glad I am here. I am grateful for you, sort of hijacked your perfect poem with my little transgender moment, but I am smiling. You are so generous.
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You didn’t. You just added to it with your own unique flare. Appreciate you too 💕
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*I meant “agape and friendship more”. Not shape and friendship, sheesh, if my autocorrect mistook agape for shape it has some fundamentally profound shaky foundations 😏
Although I suspect many humans make the same error, 😜
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Haha! I figured. Love and friendship should always go together. Loving someone unconditionally for most of us will always be a work in progress. Definitely something to strive for.
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This is beautiful, Tosha. 💕 Ya had me hooked at, sharable. Such a wonderful ending.💕
Great shots of Middleton Place. I wasn’t able to comment on that page. Wonder how old it is?
Your doing it! Living in the joy of now. So happy for you. Tosha ❤
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Aww thanks. Sorry you weren’t able to comment on the other post. Here’s some history about MP takes from their website 💕💕💕
Step Back In Time
Both flankers, along with the main house, were burned by Union troops in February, 1865, just two months before the end of the Civil War. The South Flanker was the least damaged of the three buildings and repairs to it began in 1869 and included a new roof, Dutch gable ends and an entry hall leading from the Greensward. Thus strengthened, the South Flanker survived Charleston’s Great Earthquake in 1886 that brought down the gutted walls of the other residential buildings. By 1870 the Middletons had returned to live again at Middleton Place and the South Flanker continued to serve subsequent generations until becoming a House Museum in 1975.
Guided tours of the House Museum introduce visitors to the men, women and children who made Middleton Place their home for over three centuries, including not only the Middleton family, but also the enslaved people and freedmen who served them. The story is interpreted through an extraordinary collection of original portraits, furniture, silver, china, documents and other objects that belonged to and were used by family members. Portraits by Benjamin West and Thomas Sully; fine Charleston and London-made silver; a pre-revolutionary breakfast table made by Thomas Elfe, Charleston’s most celebrated cabinetmaker; a rare facsimile copy on silk of the Declaration of Independence, and first edition works by Mark Catesby, John James Audubon and other significant artists and authors reflect the interests, tastes and resources of the Middleton family.
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Wow, you’ve done your homework. Damn Yankees, l bet the old table, would have a tale to tell. 😉
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HA. Happy weekend my friend 💕
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Wonderful as always. You never lose your touch
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💕💕💕💕
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xoxo
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Exquisitely thought provoking! As ever 😘
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Aww thanks
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“Love is not just the property
of physics but the language
of home” Really good opening.
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Thanks so much!
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You’re welcome.
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