innerviews_monadh frAnk i've always been curious of your name. it is one of the most beautiful and interesting ones in blather. somehow it reminds me of lonely nights in the cool desert, the smell of jasmine, the beauty of jacaranda, the texture of velvet, the quest for knowledge. tell me about it. and tell me about you. all the particulars and details. 011210 ... frAnk hello? 011212 ... monadh hello i want to turn the soil of this old place and get deep down in the thick of it plant grape vines and rose bushes and have bee hives and cherry trees to gather shade by with Lord Byron or Yeats and for the robins to perch on in the spring mornings the old apple trees are gorgeous and actually gave me bags and bags full but their limbs are getting tired and in some places where the bears came along for a meal they are quite damaged i wonder who planted them settlers at the turn of the last century seeking a better life in the hills they came across oceans and time to remind me of the value of a day's labour I need to get a tractor cause I am not that strong , even if I could pour all my efforts into it a spade just won't touch the surface of this task it is too great, trust me i have tried and you should have seen me weep i know tractors aren't nice they just tear up the ground and don't give much thought to all the poor wee ones who make their homes in dens below the ground feeding on the soil oh well we are all one anyway and I can't possibly stop to pick every single worm away from the blade just look at how much i could do if only i had 80 extra toes and fingers to cover these 30-some acres maybe by the time I am 35 I will be able to play a tune half as decent as ashley but right now i struggle i am about 15 notes away from completely discovering tracks one two and three (well track one will take some more effort, the last two bits are kinda tricky and i haven't found them yet) i am tired of playing squeakily but i am getting a bit better i think maybe this coming year will bring me some songs that will show me new horizons my violin is never quite in tune and i am too scared to tune it i always break the strings on this one i have a pile of canvases on the top shelf been meaning to paint them for some time now something different this time completely the same but changed in some manner i keep looking at the ones i have hung on the wall i think it is time for some new ones they would make good gifts if they would dry in time which they won't so i will go shopping and find treasures who need a home well i finally learned how to spin that was something i had been wanting to do for a while next i'll try my hand at weaving and then i will have something decent to sell at the faires come spring and summer but can you believe how long it can take to do somethings pouring through records he was from the south she was from the north they were irish but who were they really and that is just one side of a thousand coins that rush through my hands scotland and england wales germany north by the sea i always wanted to explore my roots find out who i am in that sense i see now i am all of them somehow well i think i knew that to begin with but i am still growing i should change the page on my calendar november is gone now a lot of things are last night i finally wrote that letter well i still have to send it and i don't know if it will be received but all i can do is to try i mentioned that i still care and that was mostly what i wanted to say but there is so much more I could've i doubt there will be a reply because there has simply been too much time between he has the ocean in his eyes i like it when the sun is shining on the snow and it comes bounding through my window as though my curtain were a meaningless piece of a thing somethings are meant to be that way i poured thoughts over a mountain like a raincloud words are the mist left behind and lifting slowly rising in the morning 011212 ... monadh i wrote too much that was my biggest_blather_ever 011212 ... frAnk very cool response, as if you opened a window to an extremely interesting life and world. a lot of it, especially the land, breaking the soil, old apple trees...it strikes a deep resonance in me, i'm there, i know your hopes and all the hard work it takes. you seem to have made a friend with yourself and that is the best friend you can have. 011216 ... sabbie mondah, you are beautiful. and i read the words which in my head unfurl like roses into such detailed pictures and i can see your canvases behind my easel but i still havent got around to writing that letter. you sound like me but in a velvet evening gown with sparkily things around the neckline and no shoes, which is to say i admire the way you portray your thoughts, and thank you. 011217 ... monadh thanks frAnk and sabbie for the nice words and listening eyes 011217 ... nom it is amazing to me how much time has passed how little has changed and yet how much 070327 ... nom i got a reply to that letter monday last week, my mom forwarded it down to me i haven't been painting i haven't spun anything in a long time i've forgotten a lot of poems i miss the farm i'm enjoying vancouver life goes on 070327 ... nom i'm trying to get back to playing fiddle 070327 what's it to you? who go blather from