mouthful of forevers

You make my heart dance and my feet laugh.

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

 ~ Clementine von Radics,
”Mouthful of Forevers” 


hello world

Fogo Island




about that visa ....

first by mule

Wow.  Where has the time gone ??? It seems like yesterday I was dancing for pure joy over our approved visa.  What?  It wasn't yesterday ???  It was, umm ...., June 18th to be exact ??!!  My how time flies.  I wish I could say the same about the visa process.  Yes, on June 18th a letter was written to RDG stating that my approved petition for my K-1 fiance' visa was winging its way over the ocean to the consulate listed above.  (Listed above was Consulate:  London).  Imagine my surprise on July 10th when I received a text message telling me that the status of my visa case 'had changed.'  I rushed home from work, pulled up the USCIS website and plugged in my case number.  Guess what ??  My visa has now been forwarded to the State Department.  What does THAT mean ??  I surmise from various websites that it is the appropriate time for the US government to step in ask that very ALL IMPORTANT question that it asks of ALL its immigrants:  
Are you planning on collecting food stamps, welfare and using our 'free' medicare system when we allow you into our fine land ?  Because, well, if you are .... we might have a problem with that.  It's not like we allow just ANYBODY to live off the fat of our land.  
(Snickering mule noises can be heard.)  So while Soub was anxiously checking his post daily for a packet from the US embassy, I was anxiously checking my mailbox for my 'Official' State Department letter.  

Oh joy renewed when I received my 'official governmental form letter' last week advising me that my petition has been forwarded to the appropriate embassy listed above.  (Listed above:  London)  The letter also asserted that the petitionee would be hearing from the above referenced embassy WITHIN THE WEEK for instructions on preparing for his/ her visa interview.

Oh how we laughed.  Oh how we scoffed.  Those bureaucratic jokesters pulling our legs AGAIN. 

You really cannot blame us when Soub received an 'official' missive from the US Consulate:  London that we rolled our mutual eyes and muttered, "What now?" But oh happy day!  It's here!  It's here!  The 'packet' - complete with instructions to a website that no longer exists - which explains all he must do before the Embassy will schedule his interview.  Forms, forms, my life for more forms.  Officious papers.  Signed and notarized papers.  And about that little part on our generous 'welfare' system .... we need your girlfriend to prove she can support you AND her 10 kids,  mules, small pets and assorted vermin.  All on her hourly wage.  For at least 3 years.  Because we figure it will take you about 3 years to learn proper American English including the local Tex-Mex dialect, which will be necessary if you wish to pursue employment in our fine country.

then by sea
(that English Channel business is ROUGH)

There you have it my fine, faithful blogging friends.  Yes.  An end is near.  When?  Well, we've been asking that question since last fall.  These days no one wants to commit to a definite date.  You understand, I'm sure.  We'd hate to let you down if for some odd reason our current methods of delivery (see above photos referenced) had a scheduling delay (hay breaks. carrot breaks. barnacle removal.  oiling the teak decks.  missed the english channel by a few nautical miles).  No mistaking friends, we are as happy as clams in our mountains of paperwork.  There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Even if we cannot see it yet.

~ will keep you posted, pinky promise


wanting for all the world

What is it about your hands,
what is it about your feet
that they slay me so,
even in images.

I think maybe it is
that they are built for,
that they are meant for,
touching at a distance…

and here I am…
covered in distance…
wanting for all the world
to be touched.

~ Peregrine
via:  Your Eyes Blaze Out



sunday sermon

Train up a child in the way he should go, 
And when he is old he will not depart from it.
Proverbs 22:6



the patience of ordinary things

it is a kind of love, is it not?
how the cup holds the tea,
how the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
how the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
or toes. how soles of feet know
where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
of ordinary things, how clothes
wait respectfully in closets
and soap dries quietly in the dish,
and towels drink the wet
from the skin of the back.
and the lovely repetition of stairs.
and what is more generous than a window?

~ pat schneider



snow kitten

The Story of a Not-So-Short-Lived Obsession

I know, I know.  I've been sort of MIA on the blogs lately.  Summer is rushing by too quickly; Soub's visa process is moving too slowly; and I keep getting sidetracked by this and that.  Yesterday,  my good friend at Assorted, SL, emailed me the following:

Hey girl!  What happened to your tumblr?

Guilty as charged, blogging friends.  I've been canoodling with Tumblr.  Here is my response:

Hey girlfriend - hahahaa!!  I was planning on blogging about it ........ A very typical mistake for me:  in my glee at clearing out all my photo files on my laptop, I also erased my firefox browser program.  Now the issue is that I am working on a 7 year old MacBook pro which is probably running on some earlier version of snow leopard .... like snow kitten I'm thinking :)  I find an earlier version of firefox and download it, but it's not the 'right' version for my Mac and I can no longer run any YouTube videos, read my emails in gmail, nor COULD I LIKE OR RE-BLOG any photos on my tumblr.  I search around google looking for an answer on why tumblr won't allow me to 'like' - no clear answers.  My stupidity then leads me to believe that if I delete my current tumblr, I can start a new one with the 'new' firefox browser I am using.  So i hit delete ....... and NOOOOOOOOOO !!  Girlfriend,  I have no idea why I thought that was the right answer.  Because I finally FIND the version of firefox that I am using (3.6. something) and all of a sudden my bookmarks are back, my google mail is back, my youtubes are back ....... but I 've LOST MY TUMBLR - arggggghhhhhhh!!  And not only have I lost my tumblr, but I've also lost all my PHOTO FILES because I had uploaded them to the tumblr - hahahahahaaa........ what can a girl do at this point other than laugh, right ??!!

I'm debating on whether to start it up again (after all I DID upload some of the images to my Pinterest boards until I realized how labor intensive that was ......) 

I mean I got very obsessed with the tumblr blog.  And I made the rookie mistake of following all these other tumblrs - people who upload/reblog  50+ images each day.  I would open up my dashboard each evening and there would be over 100 images to scroll through from all the blogs I'm following.  Then I got all worked up on who was following me or not - why someone would reblog my photos one day and then skip me for a week ..... you know- crazy time here in RDG' s head.  And then those 'odd' or 'weird' tumblrs that have nothing in common with your own, but follow you just to be ...... following ??? LOLOL !!!
I've neglected my other blogs in the process.  Maybe I'm not meant for tumblr .... I love tagging images - it's very ...... easy - no brain power necessary to write anything of substance  - just like or reblog or skip ......but I'd spend HOURS doing it ........ I sound like a nut case, don't I ???!!!    And god I got so obsessed with how the layout looks on my tumblr blog.  Because when you reblog it doesn't automatically drop you into your blog to view it.  So I'd hop over and look at the layout and maybe not like the placement of the image - too busy, too simple, doesn't please my visual 'aesthetic' on some level, so I would delete it or put in 'private' and keep trying to find the right image .......

It's bad, right?  I think tumblr is the 'crack' version of blogging for me and I'd better try to stay clean and stay away .... *sigh*

haven't decided yet.  but I still have both of yours bookmarked :)

I hope you are having a good laugh at my expense here, cause I'm laughing too !!!

And so it goes, my blog faithful friends.   I did stay clean and sober for ....... 48 hours.  But, yes, I shamefacedly admit, I'm back on Tumblr.  But, I hope, a better, more sane, more MATURE tumblr blogger.   I've decided not to upload all the images from my Pinterest account onto the Tumblr blog nor add all the photos that are floating in Picasa's Web Albums (still have images from my blogs of long long ago).  I'm TRYING to stay .... minimal.  I don't know how long it will last.  I'm not being 'followed' at the moment. I've only tagged a handful of my favorite tumblr blogs to follow in hopes that I won't be bombarded by tumblr images on a daily basis.  And I've re-committed myself to my blogging blog:  Through the Garden Gate.  I love you guys and SWEAR on all that lola loves, that this is my blogging home and faithful I will stay.

But in case you are interested here is my Tumblr Blog address:

and if you're all about 'Pinning' - here's my Pinterest address:  red dirt girl

And if you feel you need to band together and stage an intervention, I WILL UNDERSTAND :)



unbearable need

Later, only later,
I thought of poplar leaves—
how they’re round and how,
when raindrops run down their spines
the whole tree appears to be
full of mouths, gasping open
with unbearable passion.

But when the light came in
around the curtain edges to find
the whole length of you
filling the empty of my arms,
no metaphors came to mind at all
and I just laid there, holding you
with unbearable need.

— Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)



tales from the working class ....



missing you ....

~ Michael Faudet
 via  Magic and Mischief


Ogden Nash

 A Lady Who Thinks She is Thirty

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What's a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then--
How old is Spring, Miranda?

~ by Ogden Nash



sagacious saturday



stars and stripes



Happy Birthday Adullamite !!

Nothing bleak when you've got a gorgeous redhead around !!