Anarchic





I am ruled as the birds sing.
I am open to weather.

~ There was that phase where I tried to live without cutlery (aged about 8?)
The soup bowl had a lip, most awkward. In the end I gave in to a spoon. Cutlery began to make sense to me. But on the beach a shell was my spoon.
It is still.

When the gulls call, it sounds like they are laughing.





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  1. Dixie@dcrelief1 April 2015 at 15:38

    "A shell for a spoon"... I like that Lisa.

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    1. Lisa Southard1 April 2015 at 22:18

      And a flat stone for a plate! I am at home on a beach :-)

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  2. Jo1 April 2015 at 15:41

    I had to check on the word as I had never heard it before. Interesting start to A to Z. You couldn't drink soup out of your bowl?

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    1. Lisa Southard1 April 2015 at 22:20

      I've been hearing that word since I was tiny... mostly it was about me :-)
      The bowl had a bowed lip to it, caused a soup splurge, terribly messy. I don't agree with lipped bowls to this day!

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  3. Andrea1 April 2015 at 18:36

    I love how you found your way back to cutlery. It made me smile!

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    1. Lisa Southard1 April 2015 at 22:20

      It made my life a lot easier too, Andrea :-)

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  4. Stephen Tremp2 April 2015 at 01:36

    I learned a new word today. Great start and thanks for participating in A to Z!

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  5. Cygnus2 April 2015 at 04:56

    I love that final 2-frame picture... I'm squinting to try to make out the writing, but even at low-res, it's gorgeous.

    Coincidentally, I chose "A is for Anarchy" today, too! :-)

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  6. The Armchair Squid2 April 2015 at 22:30

    "In the end I gave in to a spoon."

    That's a lovely line.

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  7. Geo.2 April 2015 at 23:04

    So, you've always been an earthling. Takes one to know one. Beautiful post, Lisa!

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