Malisande's Mind...

Hi, My Curious Visitor,

This is my first entry. I was originally filling in my profile "About Me" with this info but there was a limit to the number of words it allows, so I copy/pasted it as my first Blog...

I'm going to be 44 soon, I still look much younger than I am. Whistles still come from guys as young as 17-18. But time will demand that I pay up at any given moment.

I adopted a vegan diet and feel I've made the right choice for me.

I have Asperger's but you'd never know it unless you have it too, hahaha! :D This in mind, I won't always feel like responding to your comments and at other times I'll unload from my mental vault all the bazillion thoughts I've pent up for my entire life. Scoot back, make room.

I have four kids, three grown and one still growing. And I have one grand daughter. No, words could ever express my live for them!! But here, listen to this song I've dedicated to them...

I'm not making any effort to find my true love...I figure he's probably already been born and died somewhere in the past or he hasn't come to life yet and we'll miss each other by decades or centuries. Or he's somewhere on the other side of the earth and doesn't even speak the same language so we'll never connect. Whatever the case, if he shows up one day it would really be awesome because the letters I've written to him are piling up. He really needs to read his mail, especially my love letters.

Here's a description of him in this piece I wrote...

I've never known him but I do. Knowing isn't a need that I have, yet.

Earth is the souls of his feet, the sounds of his guitar are the spices I will use.

From the early morning the cool of the red dirt floor fades and the door stays open so the hot wind can come and go as it pleases. In the evening he stands there smelling the sage in the breeze.

Moon light is the color of his skin. His hair is on his shoulder and my hair is on his back. His smile is gentle like thunder. We kiss with our eyes and we laugh with our hands.

His opinion is that I should express mine, he's writing down the words for his song.

We threw the "perfect" out the first day yet, he's never distracted when I glance.

Equality is our bed sheet and truth is our bed. Our plans are the whispers on our pillow. Love is our table and remembering is our chair. I wash his cares and hang them upon yesterday.

His art I wear on my ankles, ears and wrists. He never makes a demand.

Time is our marriage band, the gleaming shadow of our bond. Our vows too deep are completed unspoken.
copyright 2009 MM (rough and unfinished)

I love flowers and animals and children and people (although my Asperger's is possessive of me and keeps me to itself for the most part) and textures and colors and more colors and Ooo! Ooo! things in clear containment like ecospheres, terrariums, apothecary jars, glass cloaks/bells, things under water like tide pools and fish tanks looking from above!!, watches (can't touch those moving hands), shadow boxes (have a little less appeal) and cuckoo clocks (you can't see through the clock but the bird is illusive, you can barely see him and only momentarily. The fascination is that it is visible but intangible!!

I love music of most kinds. I hear ALL of the instruments and enjoy the lower and higher ones the most.

I enjoy intellectual movies mostly, they can be intriguing or funny but they gotta do something for my smarts. I keep up with the story but I wander around exploring the back ground, looking at the furniture and extras, or the unfocused foreground details. I get it all!!

I have a mathematic disability so there are limits on my ability to learn math, to learn to write or play music and sequential things like time, account numbers and processes. Leaves me looking like an idiot, huh? Don't underestimate the deficit!! Tigers are caught in pits. Empty abysses. Laugh Out Loud.

Well, I have to live this day in order to write about it :D