“Papa, why do you paint?” asked Kyra.
“Luin. I never painted before Luin,” answered Papa without taking his eyes off the canvas. “Don’t tell your grandmother. She once accused me of having an affair with the great dame.” Papa turned his head to see Kyra’s eyes widen, the warm sunlight highlighting her sapphire blues.
“Really?”
“Well, I suppose we all have our obsessions and, well, now don’t tell your grandmother this either, but passion is planted by the mind in the heart. It doesn’t just come from nowhere and Luin, well, let’s just say she—“ Papa hesitated.
“What? Tell me?” asked Kyra.
“Well lets just say she had a mind as beautiful and seductive as any,” Papa mused. “In my opinion, of course, and don’t tell your grandmother I said this, but she was sensually stunning, as powerful in passion and provocative in form as any who has ever lived on Hynerian soil.” Papa paused again, as if lost in memory.
“She must have been beautiful?”
“Luin? “
Kyra giggled as one with a secret. “Yes Papa, Luin, the one I will not mention to grand. Tell me of her beauty. Was she like a princess? Fair and regal?”
“No, no my dear child, she was a Philosopher, of Aesthetics, the Second Order. I think I have a few of her books in my study, but—“
“I know, don’t tell grand.”
Papa smiled.
Categories: Story, Papa, Kyra, Luin
18 comments:
Once again you've planted the seed and all I want to do is watch it grow and form and develop. Why this story keeps us coming back for more is to learn more of your characters, to know them better, to realize new reasons why we loved them from the start. Papa & Kyra chapters are always special, in part because this is what came first, but mostly because to watch them together warms the heart and to hear them talk offers up some wisdom in some form or other, usually in the most wonderfully simple terms. They are just a joy to read, and the story of Luin is already set on that course with this opener. Wonderful part I, waiting on part II. :-)
Love to you, xo
I think we are going to learn more about the Aesthetic Philosophy of the Second Order and what that means in the overall philosophical universe of Ji and Papa and Kyra. Let's just say beauty plays a part in the universe as known by Zing Tao of the ninth order. :-D
Think beauty, truth, creation, joy and love. Now think of all these things as linked, as pieces of the whole with the whole being Love with a capital "L". Now think what it would be like if one could see these things. And now, what if not only could you see them, but you could influence them, alter the very fabric of reality. This is Luin and what Papa fell in love with was her mind, her ideas, and, of course, their practical application, which Zeke, aka Papa, took to the Tao. You should have seen Ji smile when Papa brought Luin to the Tao. :-)
Trust it already, in the admiration papa shows for her, a mind such as his to fall for a mind such as hers, tells me Luin was exceptional. Eager to hear all he has to tell of Luin, of her influence on him, and on the Tao, and most of all how her name came to be the response to Kyra's question. :-)
Floating and hoping it never stops, knowing too even if/when it does, the world of Kyra and the others will always be here to float within.
Sighs dreamily. (I wonder if that is a real word? lol) I love reading your writing, no matter what the tone the individual chapter has. I realize I am going to have to do a re-read of the story in it's entirety pretty soon because I'm noticing things I've forgotten and we can't have that now can we? ;) Sighs dreamily again. Re-reading this will be very pleasurable. Hugs and smoochies and butterfly kisses just for you!
My dear Beautiful Soul (I do so like saying that), you have a way of commenting that makes me want to write, you lift my spirits with a word, a turn of phrase, a hint of joy that I don't know how to describe. I almost didn't post this chapter since it is a teaser of things to come and the first time I read it back, a few days ago, it didn't much inspire me at the time. Looked a lot better today, for some reason. :-D
You know, you flatter me to no end with the reading of this story. I'm going to be in Florida next week, but at last, on the other side of the state (Pensacola). The trip is business, but I will have time to stick my toes in the Gulf, since I'm staying at a hotel right on the water. I'll think of you as I walk down the beach and I'll think of Valla and Papa and Kyra and the many walks they took.
Sending you all the love and hugs and kisses I have since I know you'll return them twice-fold my dear one with sparkling eyes to match the sparkling champagne, which, by the way, if we were ever to meet, the champagne is on me, in clear crystal flutes. :-)
Trée, you certainly do know how to make a woman smile and feel all sparkly and warm inside. Your own magic and sweetness that I am glad you share along with your fantabulous writing and artwork.
Hugs and smoochies
Oliviah, the warmth of your soul, the beauty of your art, the depth of your caring and compassion, the wit and insight of your comments, well, all those things make it easy to reflect what I see in you.
I'm not sure I told you this so I'll say it now. When I sketch I love doing the eyes the most of all. I really do feel they are the windows to the soul. As such, I am always looking at eyes, everywhere I go. It is always the first thing I notice about a person. I suppose, what I'm trying to say is, I've looked deeply at a lot of windows and I can say without any reservation, the moment I saw you post your pic last June, I saw something very special and very rare in your eyes. You can't fake a sparkle, a light, joy. The eye doesn't lie. And in your eyes, which I worked so hard to capture in the sketch--which seemed not like work at all--that sense of life and love and joy and happiness I see.
I know you have had your trials and tribulations but I also know that the storms on the surface of our lives cannot touch the inner core, that the waters deep are undisturbed by the events that come and go. I also know, that beneath the surface of your events, there is a depth and a beauty and a joy and a love that simply makes me smile, that gives me faith in mankind, that makes me want to hug and kiss you because you are who you are. And I also want to open my arms to match my heart, so that you know, if you ever need me, I'm here and I'm there and I will listen and care without judgment, without advice, without agenda, but hold and listen as a clear lake holds the moon on a cloudless night, as the branches and twigs hold the eggs of doves, as the clouds above bring shade and rain to nourish our labors.
You are a special one my dear Beautiful Soul. And I feel blessed that somehow, someway, our paths crossed some two years ago. :-)
Kisses to you as you seek sweet slumber in sheets warmed by the beating of your heart.
This is a wonderful chapter!!! I could feel the love they shared and it oozes with passion. I don't want to think of what life would be without passion...
Great graphic. I'm going to guess it was done in Chaoscope. Or should I say, very well done (in Chaoscoope)! The depth and colour are something very special.
Jenni, believe it or not but this one was done in Apophysis. I did this one awhile back and don't remember the settings, but I do remember doing some spontaneous tweaking, just messing around, which resulted in this happy accident. Thanks for the kind words. :-)
Morning Karen. I think passion is our natural state, from the first gulp of air and the sharp crack of a slap to our ears. Edumacation, by parents, peers, teachers and all the rest has a tendency to replace passion with caution, rules, constraints, fears, beliefs, traditions, and other silly constructs of the mind. They rope the maverick in and I believe we suffer all the more for it. Papa never constructed those fences for Kyra and their relationship is one I will come back to time and time again, if for no other reason than I love being in the company of the two of them and I smile at the example they set between adult and child. :-)
Wonderful image, so crisp and brilliant. I have to say that I especially enjoy the Papa/Kyra exchanges. Their relationship was special, it's depth clear. I become immersed and imagine the setting/surroundings, down to the smallest detail.
"...I also know that the storms on the surface of our lives cannot touch the inner core, that the waters deep are undisturbed by the events that come and go."
Trée, I believe this is so true, and thank you for articulating it so well. Our core self transcends even the darkest times. I realized that having gone through an extremely dark time in my life.
And you are so right, Oliviah is a Beautiful Soul.
Never stop writing.
Deb, sometimes I forget that this story started with Kyra and Papa and the special relationship that they had. When people ask me what the story is about, I always tell them it's a love story between a grandfather and his granddaughter (I had to explain to my mom that is was not that kind of love story when she looked at me kinda funny).
Sometimes when I write the interaction between the two, and the dialogue comes quite easily to me, I wonder if my own soul is not so simple at heart, that there is a part of me that has never grown up, a part of me that is still Kyra living within that idyllic relationship, being groomed to be something special because someone believes in me, spends time with me, encourages me and shows me an unconditional love so strong and so true I would be shocked to think that life could be any other way.
I still remember a time when I thought I was special, that I had something unique to give to the world, that I had a destiny. About three years into university, I lost it. One could say I fell, but there was no Papa to catch me, no arms waiting to pick me up, hold me, tell me what I'm thinking is wrong, not true. Kyra is following a similar path. In the eighteen months she has not had Papa, we have seen her shaken, doubt rise in her mind. We have seen her vulnerable, make mistakes, have regrets and perhaps not see or lose grip with her special destiny.
When I get a comment like yours, I want to dive back into that relationship, to explore the many years between them we still don't know, to seek the lessons Papa taught that only Kyra knows. I want to see how she incorporates them into her life now, knowing all that we know.
Thanks as always for your kind words on the image and the story. They really do encourage me more than you know to keep writing, to keep exploring. Thank you Deb. :-)
You're very welcome.
why shudnt she tell grand?
I feel papa telling her that because that is exactly what he wants her to do..tell the Grand
That is human nature...tell them not to do something & they will rovove around it until they DO it!
Remember the history?
remember Adam & eve?
Mona, so true. Papa's affair with Luin was of the mind, which is the only way it could have been since she had passed away long before he was born. He did study her quite a bit and Grand used to give him a hard time about it and it remains a running joke between them. Good to see you again. Peace and Love to you my beautiful friend. :-)
Oh Trée, what beautiful things you wrote to me and I didn't even know it because I was going through a difficult time and didn't get back in here till today--but somehow, that made what you wrote all the more touching. You warmed my heart like you have on so many occasions, times when things were dark and you didn't even know it...you touched my heart and things didn't feel as dark to me as they did before. I think you are truly one very precious man--that is what I think each time I come here and read, What a precious man! So that is what I will call you now, Precious Man. And I hope that you know that you are exactly that. Precious. Hugs and smoochies to you!
Oliviah, those are very kind and sweet words. I'm just grinning from ear to ear. :-)
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