Go Back Where You Came From

In The Palm Of Your Hand

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Overheard in a dream:
“Ah I heard she is retired.
Now she does the work she always wanted to do.
She volunteers and has many projects.

She lives in the rural mountains in the island where she was born,

Where she has a humble yet comfortable home

Overlooking the mountain and volcano.

She prays the volcano will not erupt during her sleep.

She lives with her maids and a chauffeur.
And a foreigner she calls The Viking.

She owns the coffee house that also serves batchoy, by the highway.

That does not really make money,

And people just come because they are curious

For they hear that it is owned by an eccentric woman who paints

And draws with fine pens and a magnifying glass

And reads obscure authors like
Faraday, Newton, Aristotle and Galileo for the fun of it
Or books written in languages she cannot understand and

She tries to decipher the root word
And looks at every other word meaning in the translation dictionary.

And she target shoots with a riffle

And slashes bushes with a machete

And chops banana trunks with a sword

And has a Bowie knife slung to her waist

She is friendly even though she keeps mostly to herself,

She smiles a lot

And bows to her elders.
And speaks gently.

But can swear like a sailor.

And she hates abusive and manipulative people.
And macho men.
Her house is a refuge for battered women.

She lectures once a month at the nursing college where she graduated,

And she is a Girl Scout leader

She set up a scholarship at the local high school
I wonder where she gets her money?

She and The Viking live a simple life with few material possessions.

Her clothes! Oh you should see what she wears.

She wears long skirts over boots

And untucked t-shirts

And wears tailored oxfords shirts unbuttoned with collar up

And wears a fedora and she always wears pearls.

Her hair! Her hair is wild and waves away all over the place

Like Medusa's reptilian hairdo!

And she loves to sit under the mangifera tree and play the banjo.
And grow giant grass called bambuseae

I heard she used to work with computers
Now she writes letters with a fountain pen.
Her children and their families are coming to visit.

I wonder what they will do?

They don't have a television set or a computer.”

Man oh man! It took me forever to do this drawing, especially the bamboo! If you click on these images, the enlarged view magnifies the pen strokes! Ack! I was ready to give up!!!