and then there was Jörn 

I say I don’t want attention

then I say I want to be seen. do I contradict myself. a long time ago, a psychic had told me that one day I would be seen and appreciated for my true self, a transforming love. she said I would write something and that as the only way 

I didn’t believe in her nonsense but it haunted me 

Dictionary ….between lines

Yes I have known joy 

for Jörn I am grateful 

I am grateful for having known the joy of his absolute love and loyalty 

and to know that I do not walk alone and 

I never thought I could say this about anyone. It has been so long since I ….knew what it felt like —even if he is far away on a mission 

Birthday blues noir

 

There are times when Jörn and I are apart for long lengths of time ….that I …. I miss Jörn so much….that I print out his picture to feel as though he is with me, conjured ….because being so far from him hurts now in a physical way I cannot bear

but, you seee….you know, I never can admit it to myself….I stand in front of the mirror and I just see ….reflect….reflection….in reverse; so there is Electra….who is what….’he is going to hurt you,’ I say this out loud to that celf….looking back at me. we never say ….aloud just what the celves hide ….’they always do….and why do you let them….? don’t let them in….’ 

and so I have that Celf to blame for needing to; like a shard in a broken mirror glass; one Celf within so many others….this one contains the most sacred emotions that can only survive under lock and key….in a secret vault in a cave hidden by a forest

Thoughts caught in legend keys in electra’s dictionary

 

If I could be anywhere right now, where would I be….

I stop as I write this and wistfully reach out from my inner scope and ….wonder. What about right now? I suppose here is where I am and there are such worse places to be. I have known of some of those. I ask that infinite elusive mind ….out there….why is it so much harder now to read the world news when it seems to summon up the faith has become another sort of elusive.

I think about Jörn and his work, and I think, even to him, it has become just work but….not just….

anymore 

The youth are angry at their elders. They blame them for the current state of the world. Inundated with plastic waste and spoiled resources running thin; like the air they took for granted 

and then take their anger out on anyone older than 28 when they face off from the vantage of their jobs which gives them the power to steal them blind and know how to get away with it

Oh dear, Electra ….what is it for 

If I could be anywhere right now it would be ….in a lovely garden that kept the fury of the world out …. would you come with me there? would you enter my sanctuary where we can forget malice and spite, the wars, the economy and that yawning promise of doom….would you enter my garden ….push down my walls and erect a pillar to stake and claim its safety….?

 

she was born on a Monday, four minutes to 8 o’clock and they called her dawn

2 weeks later

Up until then she was just called ‘Baby girl’; her mother had been expecting a boy named David. 

The last name was even harder to decide and the birth certificate was late being sent