We have the sun today, after a tiny tiny rain. who knew? this will be a special time because I have a new poem for my girl, who is spending her first valentines day in Heaven! it will be a sweet time, she is safe and happy and her dad is doing well!
P.S. HE WILL BE SURPRISED TODAY WHEN I SEND OUT A BLAST ABOUT CHELLE PIE, SO STAY TUNED. YOU WILL FIND THE POEM AT www.jwwinslow.com CLICK ON POEMS!
How to explain a Christmas in a place I hate, with someone I love dearly, watching a painful experience for her, and her dad, it is a very difficult time for them and for me. You watch and try to help, you decorate the tree, you make enchiladas without meat, which they all tease you about, and who cares about that stuff?
The real story is a twenty four year old girl turned woman, removed from her life on her eighteenth birthday in a tragic accident, never to return. She lives on this planet, she breathes and takes nourishment and walks with her family in a very special wheelchair on these sunny strange Christmas days. It is heartbreaking to witness, to live in a room where she is present 24/7, to see her pictures and photos and know she will never be there again. Most of all, her father has dedicated himself to her wellbeing, and cares for her with the help of some trusted people.
If I had to say which makes me feel worse, I’m not sure. Probably that she cannot breathe very well, all of a sudden, and sounds so terribly congested. But then I watch him take charge and spend his life caring for her, never complaining, happy that she is alive.
This year, after all the cold snap, one amazing rose remained in his garden. It was a miracle rose, huge and bright orange, what a surprise. So we concentrated on that, natures little blessing to be thankful for, along with each other. How do you deal with a life you cannot control? I guess the answer is we don’t really control anything, so you take it day by day, minute by minute, and laugh your ass off when there’s a good reason.
That’s what we do, it has saved us every time.
I WONDER IF YOU HAVE SEEN ANY OF THE FILM WE DID AT THE RECENT FEST? TAKE A LOOK!
AH, THE WARS BETWEEN MEN AND WOMEN, THE DIFFERENCES, THE NEVER ENDING DISCUSSIONS THAT SURROUND OUR LIVES TOGETHER! IN THE TIME AFTER THE WORDS AND MUSIC SHOWS, I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO SEE THE FILM (JUST NOW GOT A PEEK AT THE “ROUGH CUT”) AND WONDERING WHAT THE PATH WILL BE.
IT WAS A LONG HAUL OVER THE SPRING AND SUMMER BOOK TOUR, AND I WILL ADMIT I PUT MUCH OF THE EMOTIONAL DEBRIS ASIDE FOR ANOTHER TIME. BEST NOT TO DWELL ON SUCH THINGS WHILE ON THE ROAD, YA KNOW?
NOW THERE ARE HINTS AT NEW PATHS FOR ME, PEOPLE ENTERING THE STAGE WITH IDEAS AND SCHEMES, THINGS I DID NOT EXPECT. IN THE MEANTIME, MY GREATEST COMFORT LIES WITHIN THE NEW PAGES OF BOOK NUMBER FOUR, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS MYSTIC ADVENTURES IN BIG SURE, VOLUME IV! I CAN’T TELL YOU THE TITLE YET, TOO CLOSE TO THE VEST:) I WILL SAY THIS: THE ACTION STARTS ON THE FIRST PAGE, AND DYANNA IS CHALLENGED TO PROVE HERSELF. WHAT ELSE IS NEW?
I’M EXCITED, AND PAINTING TWO NEW PIECES OF ART. ONE IS FOR MY BROTHER, HIS BIRTHDAY GIFT, AND THE CANVAS MATCHES HIS BEAUTIFUL GLASS BOTTLE. THEY SHINE OUT IN THE LIGHT OF THE LOGGIA, WHERE I SAVE MY SOUL EVERY DAY.
HERE’S THE NEW WEBSONGS POEM AND STORY!
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ADMITTEDLY, I HAVE BEEN RELUCTANT TO JUMP BACK INTO THE FRAY OF THE WORDS & MUSIC EVENTS, IT HAS BEEN SUCH A LOVELY QUIET TIME SINCE THEN. SOMETIMES YOU PUT YOURSELF INTO A SPACE WHERE YOU WILL TAKE ON THE WORLD IF NECESSARY, WHICH I DID FOR THAT PERIOD OF TIME. ACTUALLY, FOR THE ENTIRE SUMMER, THE BOOK TOUR, ALL THE WORK INVOLVED. THE WEBSONGS POEM IS DELIGHTFULLY ACCURATE ABOUT THE CIRCUMSTANCES, BEAUTIFUL, TOUGH AND EXCITING.
I HAVE NEVER DONE A LIVE PERFORMANCE ON THIS LEVEL, READING FOR A LONG TIME FROM MY BOOKS, WORKING WITH A WONDERFUL GROUP OF MUSICIANS… AND THEN THERE WAS THE PLANNING WITH TOM, MY MUSIC PARTNER AND CO-CONSPIRITOR. NOW THAT I HAVE HAD HAD A CHANCE TO BREATHE, THE NEW DAYS OF INDIAN SUMMER ARE A BALM TO MY SOUL, AND I HAVE BEGUN TO REALIZE WHO I REALLY AM AGAIN. I SUPPOSE PUSHING YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT IS GOOD FOR THE TRUE GRIT OF LIFE, YOU LOOK BACK AND KNOW YOU CAN DO IT! NOW I AM WRITING A NEW BOOK, MAKING A GLORIOUS PAINTED BOTTLE FOR MY BROTHER’S BIRTHDAY AND A MATCHING CANVAS FOR ??
THE COLORS ARE OUTRAGEOUS, AND THE PAINTING IS UNLIKE ANY I HAVE DONE BEFORE. PERHAPS ALL THIS OUT OF THE BOX WORK DID SOMETHING WILD: YA THINK?
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I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST LOST THE NAKED LADIES:0 WELL, HERE’S THE DEAL: I’M CLEANING TODAY FOR THIS BIG PARTY, AND THE VACUUM TOTALLY STOPS FOR GOOD! I AM USING THE DUST BUSTER:) MY BOOKS ARRIVED FROM THIS FANCY STORE, ALL TRASHED AND WITH SOME ADDITIONAL TOMES I HAVE NEVER SEEN! I GOT THREE MESSAGES FROM UNITED THIS MORNING THAT THE NEW YORK FLIGHT OF TOM WAS DELAYED, SO NOW WHAT? I GUESS LOOSING THE THREE WEEK OLD WEBSONGS POST ISN’T THE END OF THE WORLD, HUH? ARE YOU COMING TO MY WORDS AND MUSIC SHOW? ROCK ON! HERE’S TOM AND ME, BEING COOL.
WHEN I WROTE ABOUT MY SECRET ADMIRATION FOR THE MERMAID HOUSE, IT FELT A BIT LIKE I HAD BETRAYED MYSELF. AFTER ALL, THESE THINGS ARE YEARNINGS OF THE SOUL, MAYBE AN IMAGE THAT SLIDES OUT OF YOUR MIND IN A SUBTLE WAY. YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’VE BEEN THERE BEFORE? YOU CAN PICTURE THE SOFT LIGHT AND INTERIOR WALLS.
AN ASIDE TO THIS STORY IS THE FACT THAT MY EARLY LIFE WAS FULL OF SPANISH STYLE HOUSES AND PALM TREES, THAT’S L.A.! MY DAD USED TO TAKE ME TO THE HILLSIDE HOME OF A GUY WHO WAS A FAMOUS OLD ACTOR WHO PLAYED DAGWOOD BUMSTEAD IN THE MOVIES. I HAD NO CLUE, BUT I DO RECALL THE WINDING DRIVEWAY AND SHADY SPOOKY ROOMS, A LA SUNSET BOULEVARD.
THE PEBBLE BEACH VERSION OF THESE HOMES IS A BIT MORE FORMAL AND OFTEN SURROUNDED BY FABULOUS SETTINGS LIKE A GOLF COURSE OR BEACH SCAPE. NATURALLY MY IMAGINATION RAN WILD ABOUT THE OCCUPANTS, AND WHEN I FINALLY SPOKE TO THE MAN HIMSELF, WELL: WOW! HE TOLD ME THE STORY, THE WORKS, WHILE KEEPING A FAST PACE ON THE WILD ROAD!
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WHILE SUNDAY IS SUPPOSED TO BE A DAY OF REST AND FUN, THERE IS ANOTHER TWIST ON MY PART:IT’S CLEANUP DAY! THE HOUSE, THE BRAIN, THE DECISIONS, AND THE ONGOING WAR OF THE WINSLOWS! I KNOW, I KNOW, WE ALL HAVE THESE THINGS, BUT THIS PARTICULAR FAMILY HAS A PROBLEM WITH TECHNO!
ONE LIKES TO TEXT, ONE LIKES TO TALK, ONE LIKES E-MAIL, YOU GET THE PICTURE. AND NOBODY TALKS TO EACH OTHER, THEY GO BETWEEN ONE OR THE OTHER, SO IT’S ALL HEARSAY IN SOME WAY. WHAT A PAIN IN THE ASS.
SORRY, BUT THAT’S THE IDEA THAT CROSSES MY MIND WHEN THE TIME TO HASH OUT THE WEEKS GRIEF COMES AROUND. THIS PERIOD IS USUALLY SUNDAY MORNING, LAUNDRY TIME, GAZING OUT THE LOGGIA GLASS AT THE DEER AND THE GOLFERS, LISTENING TO MORE AND MORE STINGING STORIES.
I HAVE TRIED TO HELP, I HAVE TRIED TO STAY QUIET, I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING… AND NOW I AM SHARING MY PECULIAR AVERSION TO FAMILY FIGHTS WITH YOU. IF YOU ARE IN THIS NASTY CLUB, LET’S ALL SEND UP A CHEER FOR THOSE GROUPS OF PEOPLE BORN TOGETHER WHO ACTUALLY HAVE SOME FUN WITH EACH OTHER:)
I RETREAT TO THE OTHER SIDE OF MY LIFE, WHERE THINGS ARE FONDLY SOFT AND MY BROTHER TELLS TALES OF THE GIGANTES BIG WIN LAST NIGHT: A NO HITTER! YUP, IT’S COME TO THIS: BASEBALL COMFORTS ME, ITS SO NORMAL!