Excerpt from "Lighthousekeeping" Jeanette Winterson

Lighthousekeeping | extract
Chapter 1 - Two Atlantics

My mother called me Silver. I was born part precious metal part pirate.

I have no father. There's nothing unusual about that - even children who do have fathers are often surprised to see them. My own father came out of the sea and went back that way. He was crew on a fishing boat that harboured with us one night when the waves were crashing like dark glass.
His splintered hull shored him for long enough to drop anchor inside my mother.

-Jeanette Winterson

No Pictures this month...

Hi there,
No pictures will be posted this month as the camera I usually use is in Italy with my girlfriend ...which makes sense because it is her camera.....
HOWEVER
I will continue to post and this month make an effort to put up word pictures (a.k.a. stories, poems, quotations)
Right now, I would like to recommend you read Jeanette Winterson's "Lighthousekeeping".
I had a really hard time not calling it " Light Housekeeping" for some reason.
It is somewhat about looking after lighthouses but not really. If you have ever read Jeanette Winterson you'd know that already.
Anyway, I think it's an absolutely "top drawer" read.
Ms. Winterson never ceases to astound me. If you read that and like it, I further recommend "The Passion" and "Art and Lies".
Later skater,
Gillian

Are Love and / or Loss Cumulative?

A simple question without a simple answer?
I certainly don't know.
Do our hearts manage to flush past love and past loss as our kidneys flush more tangible toxins (no, I don't think love is a toxin, love is great and loss, well, loss is just a fact of life)
OR
do love and loss accumulate in our lives, one always trying to outweigh or balance the other?
Are love and loss symbiotic?
Those are all the huge questions of the universe I can muster for now...
Feel free to comment....
All enlightenment accepted.