I watch the mesquite-scented smoke plume rise from the incense burner and remember Winters in the New Mexico desert.
As the candle flame burns down, so many votives I have lit for people at St. Patricks cathedral, I remember them, too.
And the etched bronze block, with its sheared off corners, expertly carved by a woman I once knew.
The clock is stuck at 8. I can’t remember why.
There are the Cloisonné match stick covers that no longer hold matches, and the matching round box that contains useless things.
And the fossilized leaf, tucked within its slate stone, too big for my pocket.
And the dice. Where did they come from? No, I don’t remember.
And the silver piece etched with the word ‘Play.’ Not ‘Love,’ no, nor ‘Life,’ but ‘Play’. I shall try, thank you.
And the Sagittarius paperweight to remind me I am, What? A Centaur, or that I have a fondness for arrows?
And the white and blue porcelain box with the letter “G,” to remind me, what? That my name starts with “G,” lest I forget that, too.
And my Oliva Porphyria sea snail shell. Perfectly formed. Wanting to return to which particular ocean, I remember not.
And the bottle of Cognac Frapin VSOP, drained to near emptiness by the lips of guests drawn to its aroma and the promise of a slight burn at the back of the tongue.
And the East Indian incense burner, a funeral bier for the long ago rolled up unsmoked joint given to me by a friend, in the spirit of an American Indian peace pipe, the preservation of which seemed more in the spirit of peace than the smoking of it, which I imagine would remain cocooned as it has always been within plastic were I to shut the door, turn the key and never return.
I watch the mesquite-scented smoke plume rise from the incense burner until the last ember flickers out.
Though the scent will remain,
Like a woman’s cologne,
and everything else impossible to erase about her.
March 1, 2015 at 5:53 pm
wow. evocative words. =]
March 1, 2015 at 6:12 pm
If I didn’t see the photo I would still see it just from the force and beauty of the words.
March 1, 2015 at 6:14 pm
Morning Messrs. J. Hancock and stuart richman. Thank you…and have a lovely Sunday. It promises to snow here in New York City. Again. Once again. But who’s counting?
March 1, 2015 at 6:22 pm
It just began to snow…
March 1, 2015 at 6:38 pm
so “Messrs.” is genderless, is it? ; ]
March 1, 2015 at 7:03 pm
Oops J. Hancock. Apologies. Mesdames et Messieurs (I made it plural because I’m in a plural mood)? 😉 You are kind…
March 1, 2015 at 7:07 pm
I giggled. =]
March 1, 2015 at 7:15 pm
Isn’t it sad, my assumption J. Hancock? But there is a reason for it, culturally…it’s mysterious, very few women do it, and those who do choose it do so often to protect themselves…particularly if they are writers!
March 1, 2015 at 7:15 pm
Giselle Minoli as long as you brought it up . . . can i finish the cognac?
March 1, 2015 at 7:16 pm
Yes, my love Brian Altman you can…as long as you promise to buy me another bottle before you leave tomorrow. Sigh.
March 1, 2015 at 7:22 pm
I’m often amused at the confusion. it wasn’t a conscious choice, way back at beta. and yet it has been entertaining. the ones who most amuse me are the ones who treat me very differently once they realize their assumption was incorrect. the people I respect are the ones for whom it makes no difference. you’re in that category. =]
March 1, 2015 at 7:23 pm
You write well Giselle Minoli . I just have to brush aside the religious Content witch has nothing to do with your writing skills. Well done.
March 1, 2015 at 7:49 pm
Religious content TheMonkeyrock77? There is absolutely none. If you interpret my lighting candles for people in St. Patrick’s Cathedral as being religious, it isn’t…I’m a Buddhist…but I do honor the religions of others. But you can interpret it however you want.
March 1, 2015 at 8:18 pm
J. Hancock for some odd reason your “often amused….” comment made me think of a scene from a Heinlein story (Lazarus Long ?) when during a surgical procedure two of the attending medical personnel are flirting with each other but because both are totally garbed in suits that mask their gender neither knows what the others gender is and upon the the flirting reaching a point of no return one asks the other, referring to the question of gender, does it make a difference ?
That I should recall a brief scene from a story of so long ago from reading your comment says something about the evocative power of words which of course brings full circle what this posts first comment from you was all about.
Giselle Minoli as someone who is not Christian, or particularly religious, (I’m a Taoist) I think ST Patrick’s cathedral, I’m assuming you mean the one on 5th avenue, is one of the architectural delights of NYC, though perhaps not as spiritually architecturally soothing as the Cathedral of ST John.
Brian Altman and Giselle Minoli I always have at least one bottle of VSOP cognac, and sometimes an XO, in my home, I will remember your appreciation of that nectar of the gods (no religious affiliation intended since churches were mentioned) should the universe see fit to bring the three of us together some day.
March 1, 2015 at 8:21 pm
TheMonkeyrock77 I am sorry for that. I will continue to light candles when I am inspired to do so. I love the ritual. I think it is beautiful. Be well. Peace to you and yours.
March 1, 2015 at 11:33 pm
Thank you Sheri ONeill. Very rarely do I add anything to the group. It has been that way now for quite some time. They are like props on the set for a play. Were I to change one thing…much else would have to change with it. And I would have to remember the “group” in another way.
March 1, 2015 at 11:41 pm
So I have a question for you Giselle Minoli . Have you ever smoked Incense? I did. The Incense they were first selling, was a great high but the next ones they came out with were scary!
March 1, 2015 at 11:56 pm
Unless you call Clove Cigarettes “incense” TheMonkeyrock77. When I was an actress I had to smoke them in a play I did called the M104. The NYFD would not allow smoking real cigarettes on stage because it is a fire hazard…so the “character” had to smoke “fake” cigarettes. Cigarettes are nasty…clove or otherwise.
March 2, 2015 at 12:23 am
stuart richman I think your assessment of St. Patrick’s Cathedral is accurate. Though of course it has religious connotations for many, many people, Midnight Mass before Christmas Day being one of the most difficult “tickets” in town to get. However, my own memories of that Church have more to do with 9/11 than with anything else, religious or otherwise. It was at St. Patrick’s Cathedral that so many funeral services were held for police and fire officers who lost their lives at Ground Zero. The memories of engines listing the ladder company parked into front of the Church for a particular funeral give me goosebumps. These were not, to me, religious ceremonies as much a spiritual and profoundly human remembrances in a City aching from the inside out, from side to side, from top to bottom. So many devoted New Yorkers took solace in their religion, their church, their priest, their pastor, their minister, their rabbi, their place of worship. And why shouldn’t they have? It was a very difficult time…
March 2, 2015 at 1:23 am
I’m not sure witch Incense they out law’d Giselle Minoli . The first one had 3 herbs they outlaw’d out here so it ended the sale of the incense they were selling. It was a great high. A lot like Pot but different because it had almost no side effects. You would smoke it and all of a sudden your high. Then after 2 hours, as fast as the high feeling came on you, you would be straight or not high as though you hadn’t smoked any at all. The second stuff I would worn everyone to stay away from as far as smoking it. It’ll make you feel like a retard.
March 2, 2015 at 1:39 am
Seriously TheMonkeyrock77 this is not a post about smoking anything. Rather it is a post about not smoking anything. 😉