Lady Moon Replies . . . by Absolutely*Kate of Harbinger*33

Lady Moon Replies . . . 

  ~ by Absolutely*Kate

"I heard you."

"You heard from there? I spoke that loud, my thoughts?"

"Thoughts carry louder than words or water, my friend, and hearing is sensing and sensing is knowing. There is much you wish to know, eh?"

"Where do I begin?"

"You already have. Your gentle love for a daughter in a new stage of aging precedes you. Incandescent affirms transcendant and that kind of love always is."

"You're a wise celestial one, you are."

"Nah, it's the moonglow. From lowly earth you don't see perceptions in all the right perspectives yet. But there are some of you. Your kind are trying."

"It must have been the moonglow way up in the blue, it must have been the moonglow that led me to you."

"You're not the first handsome hunk of human that tried to ply me with Billie Holiday attunement. Now there's a great earthy lady. Expression with resonation knows no bounds. Boundaries never were all they were cracked up to be. Now take you -- "

"ME?"

"Yes Man of Earth, You. You already resonate and then call it melancholy out under the me."

"I do that?"

"Not all the time. Only when you catch yourself and have this foggy cloud of a notion of being grounded. Terra firma's not all its rooted to be either."

"What is, if I may pry into your sky destiny vision?"

"No pry. Your destiny was to start this conversation."

"You knew?"

"Remember Earth Man, I have time on my side, though your compadres bemoan it as slip, slip, slipping into the future."

"But my daughter -- "

"Lovely Leisel ~ and indeed she is, within true and through ~ is growing into the future which is her present. You'll share in different hues now, but it's all the same colour, your devotion. To each the other, it always is. Take your hot cocoa mug -- "

"My hot cocoa? Her hot cocoa?"

"Precisely. Absolutely. Timeless, ageless, soothing, sharing."

"Ahhhhh"

The sigh spiraled skyward. An answer came in the form of  a beaconed glissando. He felt the inner frisson touch an enlightened chord within, and without words, told her so.

They stayed like that . . . for about an hour under night sky. The "Farewell" he bid though, was far from goodbye.

TO BE CONTINUED UNDER THE RIGHT SKIES

(c) Absolutely*Kate, 2009 ~ of Harbinger*33, where . . . when very fortunate, you'll read MORE!

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Absolutely*Kate, believes in believers and writers who soar all the more. From the confluence of rivers, or thoughts or ideas, or spirit or heart, she lets what's around the next bend, my huckleberry friend, show her . . . her lamp-lit, moonlit or torching way. It's not a shy way and she doesn't suffer fools, which all harbingers well to aide and abet grand authors she has met to reach their reading following all the more, all the more. In the brave new year, there's much to be for the vast masted sailing of Harbinger*33, and its ongoing legendary promotional destiny. Likewise jaunty banners hoisted for worthy authors we all revere along our way. Many that we revere you'll meet here . . . AT THE BIJOU.

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Door's open to your greatness.

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~ Absolutely*Kate 

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LADY MOON is to be a series, a luminary collective philosophy between planets and thoughts and hearts and minds. Watch for it, as it continues to pluck at higher truths and higher selves out under any night sky. Honoured am I to once again duet with distinction and class which is this author's innate trademark upon writing walls we scrawl.

Aboard the mighty ship Harbinger*33, 

I'm simply, thus strongly honoured ~ there are all of thee.

What's that? More? More Absolutely*Kate to play around in your mind? Aw shucks folks, you have that here AT THE BIJOU, all the time . . . come rain or come shine; come Tuesday or Thursday or what sneaks on stage for the weekend's rage. Other sites are regracing their wordsmithery into the brave new year, after Harbinger*33 sets sail in manifesting destinies of promotional-publishing history. Henry Miller plays a tune of his own with what Louie Satchmo has to say where MEANWHILE, AT THE CONFLUENCE OF TWO RIVERS scrolls down to an earlier day. (Upkates coming)

Topsail *HAPPIEST MERRIMENT* to all so genuine at this sacred and *magical* holiday time. Do watch blue skies, nuttin' but blue skies for the first publishing launch of Harbinger*33, sailing to its publishing journey of manifesting destinies . . . in the brave new year, and then, those happily ever after.

~ May *JOY* be You; FairWinds, Favourable Seas
~ Absolutely*Kate and the fine staff of renown AT THE BIJOU