invisible paste

I hover above things around here. Often I am the only one around, like when the man and his wife are at work and the children are at school sitting in their chairs, where they sometimes might forget about me. They don't forget because of any real reason. It's just that life moves along each day and the small blocks and distractions can take over, at least for the moment. But I stay here in the house and wait for the chance to rub up against a still-soft unshaven cheek, or a filled-to-the-brim head full of concerns and plans. I cushion things. I remind these people that there are big important things that we can't see or explain. But we can feel them in our hearts, and we can hold on to each other. In a stream of thought I can skim the waters of the Atlantic and wrap around the southern tip of that dark and unknown continent until I climb the eastern edge to the mysterious coastal city of Mombasa, where another smooth face waits to be kissed and longs to be remembered. I am a thick paste when I need to be, and a thin mist when I need to sneak in. I am love.

19 comments

LisAway | February 12, 2009 at 12:56 AM

This is beautiful. It gives such a picture of your family and your way of life. I love it.

Heather of the EO | February 12, 2009 at 6:48 AM

Send this over to the Annex right now, lady. :)

Beautiful!

Kazzy | February 12, 2009 at 6:53 AM

Thanks guys. I wanted to try something love-related for Valentine's Day, and I am reading The Book Thief (cool book), so I attempted to merge the two. Have a good day!

Luann | February 12, 2009 at 7:07 AM

Kazzy, masterful writing like this is exactly why I fill my blog with photos. I just can't compete, but I'm okay with that because I get to read your stuff. :)

Lara | February 12, 2009 at 8:55 AM

Gorgeous piece of writing!

Heidi Ashworth | February 12, 2009 at 9:15 AM

SO needed to read this today--BAD morning. Really bad morning . . . thanks for making it better! the word verifier word is peards. For pearls and words, pearls of wisdom, "peards". Okay, well, apparently it wasn't peards b/c it wouldn't let me post this so I am now on chilas. I've got nothing.

April | February 12, 2009 at 9:18 AM

Beautiful, and just how I feel, wanting to hold my boy so badly when he is going through so much right now! You use your words well!

Linde | February 12, 2009 at 10:15 AM

That is really cool! Nice piece of writing.

charrette | February 12, 2009 at 10:57 AM

Beautiful imagery. Lovely, non-sappy valentine thought.

LOVED the Book Thief.
Great idea to imitate that style in your post.

Midge | February 12, 2009 at 2:40 PM

I can see the mist riding the jet stream all the way to Africa. Loved this post.

Very much like the Book Thief (A fav of mine).

You are a marvel with words.

wendy | February 12, 2009 at 7:42 PM

Oooo, wow, that was so nicely written. I never know how to put things swirling around in my head into words.

Melanie J | February 12, 2009 at 7:59 PM

Now THIS is the kind of thing I like to see during Valentine's week. So well written.

Melanie J | February 12, 2009 at 8:00 PM

BTW, also loved The Book Thief.

CHERRANNE | February 12, 2009 at 9:50 PM

KAZ-SO POETIC. Love it, Sistah.

Miss Tinselly | February 13, 2009 at 6:42 PM

So beautiful

That Girl in Brazil | February 14, 2009 at 9:32 AM

So ... I just cried. Pretty good, considering I'm still in my pajamas.

Love love LOVE you.

Will you be my Valentine?

Connie | February 14, 2009 at 6:51 PM

Karen, so beautifully written. You never cease to amaze me.

Rachel Cotterill | February 15, 2009 at 2:38 PM

Wow. I have nothing worthwhile to add to that - but enjoyed reading it.

Marivic_Little GrumpyAngel | February 16, 2009 at 5:46 PM

This is beautiful. It's beauty and the fact that my hormones are making me whacky today probably explains why I'm sitting here tearful after I read this.

Kazzy, you simply have the ability of touching things (words, music, thoughts) and turning them into beautiful experiences for your readers.