Happy Anniversary!

1st October 1966 ... 47 years ...



I miss you so, you live forever in my heart and mind, you are every breath I take.

I love you Manfred Oellermann.

Happy Anniversary Sweetheart!

what

my ears are blocked
and they are ringing
not the sound
of angels singing
more a screaming
banshee wail
and my hearing
starts to fail
why i wonder
should this be
what the hell
is up with me?

Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann

take off those shoes

standing in the rain, having a smoke
hardly the punchline of a really good joke
the rain pouring down, seeping into my collar
not fun for a worker or even a scholar
"take off those shoes before you come back inside
if you bring in dirt i will tan your behind"
the lady is boss and the house is her own
if i fail to comply i'll for sure sleep alone
"but honey" i whine, in a voice rather sad
my shoes are quite clean, look they're really not bad
"you do as you're told, or i'll lock you outside"
not really much choice so i'll swallow my pride
so i'm hunched out there smoking, quite soaked to the skin
when i started to chuckle and enjoy life again
who else stands outside in a downpour of rain
breathing in smoke just to help keep them sane
who else in the world, when they're past sixty four
must take off their shoes to get back through the door

Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann

three hours in the immigration hall at jfk. hot, sweaty, thirsty and filled with an undeniable urge to turn on my heel and say "adios America".

but ... no! because, just beyond the seemingly insurmountable barriers of usa immigration was ...herself. my Bronx princess.

waiting, always waiting.
a long distance love story yet to be written.

not as young as we once were.
eight years and some ...

time for something magical. a growing peace between us, a willingness to deal.

the past no longer the future. together in the now. open hearts, listening.

the rain in spain ...

falls mainly on barcelona!

a question of luggage

despite my imagined wolfish demeanour, when i travel, i pack like a girl.

i would have found myself rather comfortable in the days of the raj - followed on my journey by an entourage of bearers happily carrying my twenty matching pieces of luggage on their heads or backs or wherever it may be that bearers bear their burdens.



however, if one wishes to visit europe on a budget, then one had best learn to travel light. failure to do so would involve paying ryan air (or some such other budget airline) copious amounts of moolah for excess baggage.

will the wolf survive five nights in barcelona with only a back pack? watch this page ...

“If you run after things, nothing will come to you. Let things run after you. The sea never sends an invitation to the rivers. That’s why they run to the sea. The sea is content. It doesn’t want anything. That’s the secret in life. Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness”.
-Chuang-Tzu