{"id":249,"date":"2019-08-09T20:33:18","date_gmt":"2019-08-09T20:33:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/WordPress\/?page_id=249"},"modified":"2020-03-25T19:48:20","modified_gmt":"2020-03-25T19:48:20","slug":"reflections-and-musings","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/reflections-and-musings\/","title":{"rendered":"Reflections and Musings"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Sitting in the seat behind him, all I could see was his hand on the window frame.\u00a0 As the train rocked back and forth in a quiet rhythm my thoughts traveled to many years ago.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I remember those sweet smooth rounded fingers and how your hand would grasp mine while walking or when you felt the slightest fear. I remember those big brown eyes and fluffy blond hair with your bangs cut straight across your forehead. What a beautiful face and warm smile you had. I can hear you say, “Mommy, what if…..” And I remember how your imagination would conjure up all sorts of scenarios for me to solve. I remember hugging you close to me and feeling my heart leap to my throat with joy. I remember our tears when we first learned to say good-bye. Our joy at being reunited. I remember how you would run and jump into my arms. All those giggles and kisses. So long ago. So alive in me still.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a9Elisabeth Noone<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n[\/vc_column_text][vc_single_image image=”686″ img_size=”293×48″ css=”.vc_custom_1585164819026{margin-top: -20px !important;}”][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row css=”.vc_custom_1585164957771{margin-top: -20px !important;}”][vc_column][vc_column_text]A DOG\u2019S DAY AT THE BEACH \u2013 Who I ran into on my Hermosa Dog Beach walk<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/span>
\nROCKY<\/strong><\/span>
\nHECTOR<\/strong><\/span>
\nLADY<\/strong><\/span>
\nCHUCK<\/strong><\/span>
\nMASTER<\/strong><\/span>
\nBUSTER<\/strong><\/span>
\nLUCKY<\/strong><\/span>
\nBUCK<\/strong><\/span><\/span>
\nGRACIE<\/strong><\/span>
\nSMOKEY<\/strong><\/span>
\nABBY<\/strong><\/span>
\nCHIEF<\/strong><\/span>
\nBLONDIE<\/strong><\/span>
\nBLACKIE<\/strong><\/span>
\nBONEY<\/strong><\/span>
\nBEEF<\/strong><\/span>
\nKLONDIKE<\/strong><\/span>
\nCRAIG<\/strong><\/span>
\nBABS<\/strong><\/span>
\nLICKER<\/strong>
\nHELEN<\/strong><\/span>
\nROOSEVELT<\/strong><\/span>
\nOPHELIA<\/strong><\/span>
\nZIPPER<\/strong><\/span>
\nBARTHOLOMEW<\/strong><\/span>
\nCHESTER<\/strong><\/span>
\nBILLY <\/strong><\/span>
\nZEKE<\/strong><\/span>
\nMAXWELL<\/strong><\/span>
\nMARTHA<\/strong><\/span>
\nNOMAD<\/strong><\/span>
\nREICK<\/strong><\/span>
\nDURKIN<\/strong><\/span>
\nPABLO<\/strong><\/span>
\nWILBUR<\/strong><\/span>
\nBABY BEN<\/strong><\/span>
\nAND FOR NOW<\/strong><\/span>
\nTHAT <\/strong><\/span>
\nWAS<\/strong><\/span>
\nTHEN<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/span>
\n\u00a9Elisabeth Noone <\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>[\/vc_column_text][vc_single_image image=”686″ img_size=”293×48″ css=”.vc_custom_1585164819026{margin-top: -20px !important;}”][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row css=”.vc_custom_1585164947138{margin-top: -20px !important;}”][vc_column][vc_column_text fnt_family=”Averia Gruesa Libre” fnt_size=”20″]DEAD THOUGHTS \u2013 Under 2 minute monologue for actors<\/p>\n

I had a re-e-eally weird dream the other night.<\/p>\n

I was lying in a casket\u2014dead, of course\u2014but in a nicely appointed room with all the flowers I like. My dress and hair were perfect, and friends and family were there…<\/p>\n

But here’s the weird part: there was this banner…above the casket. \u00a0And it read: \u201cHere Lies Snarky Bitch\u201d<\/p>\n

And everyone was going like this (nods her head up and down<\/em>)<\/p>\n

But not one person was doing this (nods her head side to side<\/em>) not one!<\/p>\n

It was like a bobblehead convention!<\/p>\n

I woke up startled. Lying there, shocked I asked myself \u2026why would anyone call me \u201ca snar\u2026\u2026.. (she drifts off a bit and whispers<\/em>) ky bitch\u201d And then I started to think about my life and some of those knee jerk “snarky bitch” moments and\u2014ohhh\u2026yeah. There was the New York cab driver thinking his way was better than mine\u2026okay, and the (grumbling<\/em>) bitch at the DMV.<\/p>\n

And then, one by one, the people I had no patience with, showed no consideration for, never meant to hurt, started to come to mind.<\/p>\n

(almost ready to cry<\/em>) and I made a decision to change. Read up on it\u2026 and learned to count to 10 before I mouthed off.<\/p>\n

So, I did. It\u2019s working!<\/p>\n

Yesterday I counted to 10\u2026 23 times (bares her fangs<\/em>)<\/p>\n

(she muses out loud<\/em>) Wait.\u00a0 Shakespeare said it all.<\/p>\n

\u201cGlamis thou art and Cawdor too\u2026<\/p>\n

Yet I do fear thou lack the milk of human kindness.\u201d<\/p>\n

(sudden realization<\/em>)<\/p>\n

That\u2019s it! I guess I just sometimes \u201clack the milk of human kindness\u201d.\u00a0 Now don\u2019t judge me, please\u2026 hey! I’m a work in progress, right?<\/p>\n

\u00a9Elisabeth Noone Writings (#102)[\/vc_column_text][vc_single_image image=”686″ img_size=”293×48″ css=”.vc_custom_1585164819026{margin-top: -20px !important;}”][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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