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Perhaps it was the talisman but I took my savings and signed up to join the merchant marines. Soon I would be leaving everything that was familiar behind. People said I was still a young man so it was a good thing to see the world. I wrote a letter to my mother who was in the land bound town I grew up in, the place I left because I couldn’t stand the thought of always wondering what was over the next hill. This thought had vanished when I found the open sea stretching out before my eyes.
Before I was to leave I went back to find the curio shop where I had found the talisman. It wasn’t there. I traced my exact steps from the pier that day when I had encountered the little shop with the beautiful, oriental lady. I knew these little lanes along the waterfront by heart. I tried to find the corner I turned but only found the same familiar lanes and shops. There was no oriental curio shop. There was no vacant shop in its place. It was as if I had imagined it or dreamed it but the talisman was in my possession. I had it in my inner coat pocket. I felt delirious. Had I been lost? I wandered farther in surrounding areas but these places, also familiar to me, did not make sense with the memory I had of that day when I found the shop, the lady and the talisman.
With the merchant marines I traveled the world over and over. I realized the dream of mine to visit the South Seas and the Orient. This was only after many a cold journey in Northern waters to places like Finland and Sweden. I enjoyed England, France and the Mediterranean. My first storm at sea was the most incredible display of the power of Nature, beyond my imagination.
When I finally was bound to the South Seas of the Pacific and the Orient beyond I was overjoyed at the leaping dolphins in the sparkling blue waters. I was amazed by the flying fish skimming over the waves amid bright reflections. There were the hot, summer nights so balmy with the iridescent glowing spots of mysterious night fish. I felt in a wonderland.
And then there was the Orient. I found myself wandering down streets and narrow lanes in Hong Kong and Shanghai. These were places I had heard of and read about and I was there. It was like hundreds of Oriental curio shops. I was surrounded by them. Mysterious Oriental men, mysterious Oriental women and children. The children looked intently at me as I went walking by with mysterious little smiles on their upturned faces. When I went to sleep at night I thought of the dream I had when I first acquired the talisman in which I felt I was lost in a foreign land and could not find my way back. I did not however feel anxious about it as I had when I dreamed it. I was living my dream and everything was as it should be. I knew I would be able to find my way home or at least I thought I was sure of that.
I tried to stay in the Orient for as long as I could but my contract with the shipping company that had brought me there required for me to continue on to India and Africa. In fact I was to circumvent the globe returning to the cold Atlantic and ending my journey on the east coast of America.
From there I spent time traveling and living in parts of America I had not known before. I had many adventures and fulfilled a dream of visiting the East coast and learning of it. However since the only way I could make my living was as a sailor I had to find a ship that needed a hired hand. Soon I was on my way to parts unknown. From Norwegian fjords to tropical atolls, from cosmopolitan cities to farming communities I satisfied my curiosities about the world and the people in it.
Everywhere I traveled I met the most beautiful and interesting women. Sadness came at last when I thought how none of my love interests stayed in my life. I wrote many romantic letters. I gave significant gifts. I had happy memories but in the end they all turned bittersweet. The more I loved a woman, the more fleeting she became. When I thought of all the possessions I had lost along the way in my travels curiously the talisman had always remained.
Continued on: https://markalbertoyodernunez.blog/2020/02/16/the-talisman-part-three-by-mark-alberto-yoder-nunez/
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It was a sunny day but with a chill from the ocean when I was on a pier looking at the ships and gazing out to sea. Lost as I was in thought I turned and started walking with no purpose back along the wharf to the narrow ways along the waterfront. Between the same, old buildings, wandering, eventually my feet led me, as I was between memories and fantasies, to the realization that I wasn’t sure exactly where I was. I turned a corner down a narrow lane and a few shops down to my left I saw the curio shop. I was drawn to the front window and looked inside at all the curious items from exotic places, the teak wood boxes and jade figurines.
I looked at the door and started towards it. I opened the door and walked in. I looked to the left and right consciously aware that an elegant, oriental woman beautifully dressed in dark, oriental clothing with dark hair stood behind the counter. She was gazing at me with slightly lowered eyelids and with a small but curious smile on her face. As I took a few steps within and continued to look about I was drawn more toward her than to all the ivory, beads and exotic décor I was seeing. I started to walk toward her. She seemed so serene, calm and wise. There was a light in her dark eyes and she had a knowing smile. She was very beautiful.
We spoke for quite a long time about many things but I cannot remember what was spoken. My eyes fell upon the talisman beneath the glass counter top. I asked her about it. She reached under the glass counter top and gently grasped it. She paused a moment and then gracefully pulled it out from its resting place. Soon she was displaying it in her two hands in front of me.
When I took the talisman in my own hands with her soft hands brushing against mine I felt the smoothness of it. There was something about the craftsmanship of it and character and the feeling of it in my hands made me feel an attachment to it, a connection to the worlds within and without myself. There was something about the perfect balance of it.
I purchased the talisman, said goodbye to the oriental lady and smiled as I turned to leave. She smiled back mysteriously. I wasn’t sure why I had purchased the talisman that felt so smooth and good in my hands. I admired its craftsmanship. It had fallen into evening and began to grow dark as I wandered aimlessly. Somehow my weary body made its way to the tenement building I stayed in. I made my way up the outside stairs to my room.
That night I fell into a deep sleep and had many vivid and curious dreams. I was in exotic places with strange and unusual birds and plants. I was with foreign people who spoke very little but said strange and mysterious things.
I felt I was lost in a foreign country I had never heard of and would not be able to find my way back when I suddenly awoke. I could tell by the light in the room that it was already late in the morning. The talisman was still there on the table next to my bed. I took it in my hands and walked to the window. I opened the curtains and opened the window to smell the fresh, sea air. I looked out beyond the harbor at the open sea.
Continued on: https://markalbertoyodernunez.blog/2019/11/27/the-talisman-part-two-by-mark-alberto-yoder-nunez/
スパイダーレディは、非常に奇妙な年上の女性に出会う若いタクシー運転手に関するものです。それは暗い回顧録です。マッカーサーストリートは、60年代にツーソンで育った少年と、善と悪との闘いに関するものです。
The Spider Lady se refiere a un joven taxista que conoce a una mujer muy extraña y mayor. Es una memoria oscura. $475.63 Nuevo y Envío GRATIS a Ciudad de México premium-libros-mexico
Poem from The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry
Enlightenment
I’ve started on a path
A path of knowledge and enlightenment
Having no idea where it will lead
Only knowing that it will never end
But only open doors with more to open
One never reaches a plateau
Where everything is easy
And one has all the answers
And everything goes smoothly
The only goal is more knowledge, more awareness
More consciousness, more Living
The path of knowledge and enlightenment
Is a door that opens on more doors to be opened
There is no knowing where it will lead Only that it will never end
تتعلق سيدة العنكبوت بسائق سيارة أجرة شاب يقابل امرأة أكبر سناً غريبة. إنها مذكرات مظلمة. يهتم شارع ماك آرثر بصبي نشأ في توكسون في الستينيات وصراعه مع الخير والشر. إنها أيضًا مذكرات. الكثير من القصص الخيالية والخيالية. والكثير من الشعر. إلهام جيد لمن يحبون القراءة ويطمحون إلى الكتابة. جيد للشباب والكبار. الأمثال الأصلية والفكاهة.
The Spider Lady se refiere a un joven taxista que conoce a una mujer muy extraña y mayor. Es una memoria oscura. McArthur Street se refiere a un niño que creció en Tucson en los años sesenta y sus luchas con el bien y el mal. Es, también, una memoria. Muchas historias de no ficción y ficción. Y mucha poesía. Buena inspiración para los amantes de la lectura y que aspiran a escribir. Bueno para adultos jóvenes y adultos. Proverbios originales y humor.
Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez 