“In Bocca Al Lupo " by Wendy McNeill. IN THE MOUTH OF THE WOLF.
Sounds about right! I have been 'In Bocca Al Lupo' all my life.
Had wives who called me "Lupo", "Wolf-man", "Wolf Eyes", and now I am Donna's "Silver-Tongued Wolf"
And here I am now - IN THE ACTUAL MOUTH OF THE ACTUAL WOLF! On my 65th Birthday
I had to wonder what the restaurant staff and patrons thought of Donna's camouflage iced cake with a gunship on it.
This e-mail just blew me away.
from: Donna firstname.lastname@example.org
to: moreno franco email@example.com
date: Dec 18, 2016, 9:02 PM
subject: testimony to the great man u r
That despite my violent verbal and emotional abuse over 10 yrs u have
held it together - u have never lost sight of who u r,
your identity, and your worth, and your belief that "we can be better than we are"
this is the sign of a great spirit.
Looking at you I now know what you mean by "bullet-proof". No matter my invective and abuse you just keep moving forward.
RESOLUTE on your own mission.
now i know what you were explaining to me about being a spider in a web and CHECKING THE CORNERS.
I have watched you walk into a room, and you have already checked all corners and already have plotted a way out.
I have watched you. Walking to the WOLF in public keeping me to your left. making sure i am safe inside WOLF.
the alert pilot!
I was watching a movie called ‘st vincent’ last nite. Bill murray played a gambling drunk loner, and abusive (rude, and swearing to anyone), with a ‘lady of the night’ as his only friend. A little boy befriends him and he is at a catholic school and they have to do a project on a saint of their choice. Everyone chooses the predictables.
The boy chooses bill murray and explains despite his aggression, his drinking and gambling problems, his lady friend - he is a saint. He was a general in the Vietnam war, and was a person like u from helicopters. And saved 200 people single handily.
His wife was in a frail care facility – she had dementia and no longer recognised him. But he could no longer afford to keep her there. she would have to go to god knows where. thankfully she died so he could be spared that pain.
It’s a long story but its what he did for his wife that no one knew abt and what he actually did to help so many people silently.
And the marks of a saint are:
5 risk takers (franco read below abt Abraham the old man who took a risk and I am so thankful I read this bit abt risk takers)
and so on and so on. They do not have to come in a chocolate box with a ribbon and a halo on it.
And u are my saint of choice. And only god knows what a saint u r – and me, and dale, and D and angela.
I figured out why we argue, as we do
you are a trained soldier, designed for a specific military program. seek and kill.
i am a trained warrior priestess, trained to seek and teach...
You are designed to complete that which i build
Two opposites . the nurturer of the nest - and the freelance killer.
my franco... what are the chances of a witch and a soldier???
I sense behind your talk that you are training me to be a soldier like you
I can hear you in my head: get on the Ready Line Soldier
Do or Die Trying... now i know what you mean abt "one chance only
We must have lunch at jonkershoek tomorrow. i love constantia.
I want to see my ducks
fetch me in the morning my beautiful soldier
my faithful minion that i love so much
I want to hear you tell me you love me and call me "my Love"
your donna strega bellissima xxxxxx
After our many lunches, Donna would love to come and
"watch my ducks" in the giant pond on the estate.
We would spend about half an hour in silence.
Every now and then she would laugh out loud, or have a little giggle, at their antics.
I merely stood in wonder at her "child-like amusement".
Here SHE is!
The most powerful Pagan Priestess in South Africa...
This dynamic Force of Nature...
This Wiccan Witch...
This passionate lover of mine -
Who dances naked in our garden on Full Moon...
This easily driven to Fury...
This Still and Gentle Soul...
MY Shiny Wife, Angel and Hero...
Contemplating Lifes Simplicity...
Ducks on a Pond!
I stand in Breathless Admiration of the Embodiment of Joy!
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