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By CryingShame58 Date: 2007 Oct 03 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.03.21.18.20648]] |
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Last week was days of long meetings with seminars mingled with power lunches and dinners. The first night I was there I laid the orchid and the extra piece of chocolate that was left by the hotel help on the pillow next to mine . Each day and in each meeting we were supplied with a speaker (some better than others), pens and notebooks, no windows to outdoors and seldom a break. Every moment I spent (inside the meetings and seminars) was keeping one eye open on the speaker and the other on the memo pad in front of me. I found myself drawing a memory of us inside a clepsammia. By the end of the week, each piece stood for memory of us that no one in their right mind could figure it's intentions, probably not even you. The second day my stomach was in knots. I showered and applied my makeup...poofed my hair and attempted to go downstairs. After I was downstairs I immediately realized I couldn't make it through my field trip...I headed back to the room. The elevator's windows were open to Little Rock's skyline, but at that moment i turned to face the elevator door with total disappointment from not only feeling sick, but missing the 12 hour journey of the Natural State, plus the highest point there. I desperately needed a high point in my life. Little did I know what I really needed was to lock out the world. I unplugged the hotel telephone and turned off my cell phone. I crawled into that big king-size bed, totally relaxed, snuggled to pillows and melted into slumberland. I didn't think. I didn't dream. When I woke up I had a clear mind and I worked on a new perspective. Each night I was there I laid my daily illustration (my work of art) on the pillow next to the orchid and the extra piece of chocolate that was left by the hotel help. In fact, I kissed each illustration before I laid them softly on the pillow next to my head. Even though we are separated by time, space, differences, plus indifference, I have to hold on to the fact that our love will bear all things. |