dcrelief

Scattered

2012-02-02T23:03:00.003-05:00

I am lost in the woods of my mind. Behind every tree is a word but it comes not to my lips when I need it. Testing, testing; please remain seated and calm. Think about one topic so we can measure the speed at which you think. Hold for the big snap and 'kerplunk', the machine has a perfect image of your interior brain mass.

Miss, we have a issue or two we need to discuss with you. Yes, today would be a nice day to sit outside, but we need to make you aware.... oh okay, then we'll go outside and discuss things.

Now about those issues... what, oh, you're hungry? Yes I suppose a snack is in order after six hours. Let's see: a small soda, captain wafers, and a granny smith apple... thank you nurse.

It appears you are scattered. Your brain overloads from the Fibromyalgia symptoms. That begins a period of insomnia which excelerates the lost of cognitive abilities... ha ha ha, yes, down the rabbit hole is pretty accurate!

Okay Miss, do you have any questions for the medical team? Uh, I believe the Superbowl is Sunday. Yes, I saw the movie, "Moneyball," excellent humor. Another grannie smith? Sure.

Oh nurse, we'd like two more apples please... yes, my patient says there are more in the woods. [???]

Wings of heart

2012-01-24T04:03:00.000-05:00

I stand and look out upon thegreen and snow and trees...

so close I can touch them, withmy mind.

My arms at my side slowly riseand shiver and quiver...

awaiting the flight I will take,with my mind.

How much has my inner persongrown!?

How much joy can I contain!?

You who took my anger andconfusion and illusion...

wrapped in a stripe from me toyou, in my mind.

Like an eagle I climb high withsoaring and sailing...

while sheltered in your warmth,in my mind.

You gave me growth.

You gave me joy.

You gave me wings of heart and wisdomand faith.

If

2012-01-22T19:05:00.000-05:00

If I were different and held you closely
would you remember that I am frail?
If I were different and shared that mostly
I had escaped a living Hell?
If I were calm but smiled quite ghostly
with blush of pink against the pale.
Would you offer me a warmth that's toasty,
protecting me from winter's gale?

Warmth

2012-01-21T23:55:00.000-05:00

Camellias at my window have made it through the freezing.
Not all of them survived but enough that make it pleasing.
Among the winter drabness their color fills my soul.
I trek into the garden and never feel the cold.

Helping friends to help friends to help...

2012-01-11T05:06:00.003-05:00

The Beatles said it best:

"Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends...."

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SkipBear

2012-01-09T12:39:00.000-05:00

Long ago and in her mind,
a chance to dance was lost in time.

She awoke to sounds unknown,
that rose within her humble home.

And time did pass and broke her heart
As family was pulled apart.

She searched for Moms, and searched for Dads,
who told her that she wasn't bad.

They welcomed her with gifts of love,
from God who reigns from up above.

But that was hard for her to feel.
The painful past was oh so real.

She chose some strangers in her life
to help her cleanse the mental strife.

The struggles shared, give way to light
where she can dance into the night...

with SkipBear

(To-you-know-who-with-love)

Take a chance

2012-01-03T00:34:00.002-05:00

Wow, I think this might be a good resolution! Any takers??

The last tree

2012-01-03T00:32:00.002-05:00

The last tree stands all aglow

reflecting lights on fallen snow.
Last thoughts that come to mind
are found in hearts where love is blind.

The season touches everything
and somehow sorted by the king.
He one day shows His mighty throne
to us, through Him, we travel home.

The world is new and light abounds
yet noisy thoughts are all around.
The day will come and surely fill
our hearts with faith to love His will.

~Thank you, and I wish each of you a very Happy New Year!

A new year (wood) would be nice

2011-12-31T08:30:00.000-05:00

Guess who-oo? Huhuhuhuhuhuh....hhhuuhuhuhuhuh...waaaaa!

Maybe you remember the cartoon character, Woody Woodpecker? Maybe you don't.

Walter Benjamin Lantz (April 27, 1899 – March 22, 1994) was an American cartoonist, animator, film producer, and director, best known for founding Walter Lantz Productions and creating Woody Woodpecker.

He was also first cousin to my Grandmother; therefore a third cousin to me. Oh wow, genealogy has a closet of info, just waiting for discovery. Pop the door, walk through and find who's related to you.

Anyway I found it more enchanting and interesting being related to Walter Lantz and his crazy animated bird. On the other side of the family are two horse thieves and a train robber named Sam.

Hmmm? Maybe 2012 will bring something interesting too. A "Woody" for all; a "Sam" for some; a life free of thieves. Happy New Year bloggers, friends, readers!!!

G'night Pap

2011-12-31T00:36:00.000-05:00

One of my very favorite people passed away on December 28th. At 93, he was ready for the big pond in the sky. He had three wishes before he died. #1 Go to his small Florida home where it's warm this time of year. #2 Be with all of his grown children and most of their children. #3 Go fishing at the lake in front of his home.

Pap was the grandfather I'd always hoped to have around through adulthood. He was my former husband's grandfather but always treated me so kindly. In fact I was the only one in the entire family to work in his private garden. We were from the old school of thought that you didn't have to cut down the whole plant to harvest it's vegetables.

When I finally got in touch with family I was told he'd passed in the middle of the night in his sleep. And yes, Christmas day all the family was there to celebrate the birth of Jesus. The best part was him going fishing with the guys and bringing back a big haul of fish!

In the spring or early summer the family plans to have a memorial service. "Pap" was cremated and it's then that we'll all gather to say final 'goodbyes'. Until then I'll just say: "G'night Pap."

Revolving resolutions

2011-12-30T18:08:00.000-05:00

Do I have a New Year's resolution? If I don't does it matter? You see, I'm better at making needed changes around sometime in May. I get the spring nostalgia and wish to fling my oats away...casting all of the winter's gook and mook into the ether.

How did we come to the New Year's resolution scenario anyway? Who thought that up? Well I heard it happened years before any of us were born. Years before any of our great grand parents were born. Sort of like the first year someone in your family makes banana pudding for a certain event. Before you know it, banana pudding is always served at the same event, year after year.

I have what I call the 'revolving resolution' theory. Given the right set of resolutions to make my self a better person, I rotate them year after year. Eventually one of them works and I am transformed. So while I'm getting my oats ready for the spring, there is some time left to create a set of resolutions. Indeed I have four waiting in the wing. Ah, which one will be the one to help me become a better one? How about I tell you later... say in May?!!

Happy New Year to those who wish to participate. Meanwhile, send me your tired, your poor, your resolutions.

Pink Forest Sunrise

2011-12-16T18:37:00.000-05:00

About three years back I painted this, "Pink Forest Sunrise". It was a real trek through the Pennsylvania woods with three nieces. They insisted I had to see the sun come up over the ridge; I'm glad I did.

Winter's child

2011-12-11T10:23:00.001-05:00

Winter's child goes out to play
breathes in deep the crisp air; stay!
Snowy drifts hide the playful steps
of winter's child with no regrets.

Many birds will greet with song
while winter's child just tags along.
Catching flakes upon her tongue
lovely child has just begun.

Trekking through the trees so green
life seems small; an endless seam.
Dance and play; don't miss a thing.
Winter's child is here 'til spring.

The warmth

2011-12-10T20:53:00.001-05:00

As a child this scene was so familiar. A glowing fireplace shared with the season of Christmas. How often I would lie in front of it and reflect on my world. It was with great delight that I stayed right there, very still, and absorbed the warmth.

(A re-post from December 2010)

Whooo, did what?

2011-12-10T04:31:00.000-05:00

First draft; only draft... letting my blogger pals know that my world feels a bit smaller. I'm just going to type whatever comes to mind and then leave it here. This too shall pass.

I think most of you know my husband and I are divorcing. That's okay, we weren't close for the past ten years. The hard part, the devastating part is looking at photos of the nieces and nephews I may never see again. That part of my family that came with him. Watching them all grow up and now hearing each having a child... so much loss... I have no words.

My own family is so at odds, it's ridiculous. Since my Dad's death, over a year ago, the greed has amazed me. I truly do not know my family. And I'm not surprised then that they don't know me.It's taken a great deal of prayers to keep me from not speaking too much of my mind. I'd rather not react in anger, but there are times I'm finding that a "bold word" is necessary.

Mostly I'm content. I've learned that reaching out to others brings me more joy than I already have. I went to my Godmother's home and helped her daughter begin the process of emptying it. My Godmother died about five months ago. I know too well about removing things of another. I asked my own God-daughter to come with me. Together we got this wonderful woman to begin a healing process; something she needed; something we felt that God sent us to assist with.

There's a person I'd like to get closer to... but it's like a dog chasing a car... LOL. What would I do if I caught it? Dogs can't drive. If I don't know enough, to venture out, then oops, I'd better rethink my actions. It would seem I'm getting older and more cautious.

I suppose 'southern women' would call my writing, "airing my dirty laundry"... but I know my blog pals. If there's any good advice they will step forward to lend a hand or offer good thoughts. It's a blessing to me.

Okay, that's enough for now; hopefully for a great while... at least two days!!!

Have a great weekend, everyone.

Dixie

What gift will you keep?

2011-12-10T03:50:00.000-05:00

What gift will you keep for the rest of your life? Did someone give you a special train, building blocks, or a warm hug on Christmas morn?

Is there a gift you leave in the box it came in and carry it wherever you go? Did you also keep the ribbon and paper that surrounded it?

Did you hear of a child born long ago who volunteered to make a better way? Did you believe that, or like the “Santa myth”, toss it out when things didn't go your way?

Long after stores stop the pressure to buy their stuff, will you remember it was all about the birth of a king? Did you take them up on all of their sales? Maybe you think the king owed a bigger discount; most everyone went to 50% off early in the season.

Why in the world would three wise men follow a star for two years? What gift did they hope to find? And did they keep the gift? History and now archeology say they did.

I don't know if I'm helping or hurting... but for me the gift to keep is love.

But I'm curious... what has been your favorite gift? Do you still keep it safe within your heart... or on a shelf in the dark?

Gifts

2011-12-06T04:47:00.001-05:00

For Christmas?

I would love to have some shoes but I really want a hat.
And~ a doll with red-blond hairbut my brother wants a bat.

So if I can have the shoesand a single pair of socks,
give the bat to my brother 'cause to him, this means a lot.

* * *

Dedicated to The Thompson Children's Orphanage,
Charlotte, NC

Collating

2011-12-05T02:51:00.001-05:00

Santaand Jesus come each year.

Ialways have to cheer.

Thebig guy's fat; the baby's dear.

Lovefor the little one, Santa's feared.

Santa'swhat I fear, he might withhold my toys.

Shhh,the babe is making noise.

Thestar on high is poised.

ButI hear Santa's voice.

Ourchimney is nice and clean

asSanta makes the scene.

WhileHerald angels sing,

Toannounce the new born king.

Myconfusion has me blind

Tothe life that could be mine

Ifnot for Christmas time

I'dhear the church bells chime.

Butwho can let him go?

Thatman that lives in snow.

The“good and bad” he knows,

Trumpsthe swaddling clothes?

Atthe age of nine I see,

ThatSanta's “make-believe”.

Ifeel the need to grieve,

Astory that deceives.

Isearch for answers all around,

AsSanta's sleigh dives to the ground.

Thebabe grows up and love abounds.

Helooked for me 'til I was found.

~dcrelief~December 2011

in starry realm

2011-12-03T21:38:00.001-05:00

In the middle of the night... a small babe myself... hugged the window sill to view 'the star'. So there was a birth to remember and now a star to help me remember it. Well, I wanted my own star! Why was this the only babe with a star? ~And why did it seem to appear every year over my home? Still, it was so beautiful; it just had to mean something more than reminding us of a birth.

As a child, I noticed storm clouds that hid the viewing of the star. Where did it go? It's great brightness decided to shine elsewhere? I grew and realized the wise magi followed this same star for two years. Guess they never had storm clouds. The babe was two years old, living in a house with his parents, when the magi arrived with gifts and worship. I knew nothing of worship but gifts were something else.

Hmmm, get a star, get a gift? Wait! Every year that I watched for this star I had a gift, waiting for me, the next morning. I didn't understand but I was aging faster than the babe, so I had more time, I think...

Then again, the reasoning power of a four year is perfect but flawed.

more than a feeling ~

2011-12-02T04:47:00.000-05:00

A flood of thoughts and feelings, for this season, the painting brought to me. The dynamics of the layout with the moonlit sky came forward as the first thing I noticed; then came the tree. But, oh, how the tiny streets had me backtrack to the small church with stained glass windows. The ancient angels and other divine beings might be singing in the sky, while in that church people smiled, and swayed to the tune of “Silent Night.” It's pure joy to come this far in my life and realize the things I cherished as a young child abound more so, now, than then. More than a feeling, it's an inner thing, a spirit of love, truth, guidance, that I have experienced over many times.

As a child I grew up with the babe in the manger. Every year He was continually placed in the manger; though I wondered, when would He grow up? There came a time I lost interest in the day and considered all lost and bothersome. The commercial governing of His life kept Him small. Yet somewhere within, an inner thing, a spirit of love, truth, guidance, I felt brought back. The innocence of a child, a babe, living to eventually die for me, was an astonishing revelation. I needed a God experience to instill the belief that held my heart.

I've had so many God experiences. Many times, many miracles... many moments of proof to last me a lifetime. I experienced faith and each time, presented has been more remarkable; more than a feeling.

I cling to the message: “In this life you shall have trials and tribulations, but be of good cheer, for I have overcome the world.”

I'll write more soon! Thank you, and Good Christmas.

Credit: “Christmas Land” ~ Jessie Barnes, 1989 (free share photo site).

morning joy

2011-11-29T00:01:00.001-05:00

Early morning found me lounging with a cuppa coffee in the great outdoors. So many leaves had fallen, but not all, not yet. From behind my left shoulder a loud squawking was headed my way. Up high I laughed when I saw the birds hop-scotching across empty limbs.I wasn't sure where they were headed, or what kind of birds they were. When they flew, they all flew together, like a giant wave or a large black wing across the sky. Something so simple as watching those birds gave me a moment of joy.Another cup would be nice; anyone else? What brings you joy?

Celebrating together

2011-11-23T18:45:00.001-05:00

Next?

2011-11-22T01:12:00.001-05:00

Should we worry about extinction?

Hometown Hero

2011-11-21T06:24:00.001-05:00

Local son rolling in the nuts

Simon watched with heated breath, hah, hah, hah.
As the biggest white nut, he'd ever seen, flew across the infield.
He carefully rounded first base, past second, and caught the nut at third.
His only thought to get it home, and when he crossed home plate the cheers were deafening!

The great MLB offered him a standard contract. So now Simon will be rolling in the nuts: peacan and walnut, specifically

Congratulations, Simon! See you in the Macy's Parade.

The Ribbon Walk

2011-11-18T01:26:00.000-05:00

I went out early to walk to the park. Further than I have any business walking to, but largely 'impressive' to those who know me, (haha). Alas I would have you, my true blue blogger pals, know the trick behind this treat.Meanwhile, once I discovered I'd have to walk a half mile to get there, I became scared. Ooh, what if someone ran me down on the highway... what would I do? Yes, I know, I might darn near lay there bleeding to death. Worse still the impact might crush my bag of “Cheetos” @R. The birds would flock over my head, encircling my bag and squawk, “let go of the bag, lady.” (Oh bother). Well nothing so dramatic happened; I drove my van to the little parking lot. Jumped out with the energy of a spry 50 year old, (haha). Took in a deep breathe of the wondrous air and began choking and coughing. After seeing all the birds awake and fly off, I settled down for a nice pace through the woods... and that delicious trail called “The Ribbon Walk”. (Don't ask me, as I've no idea why it's called that.)The light was just ahead upon the trail, and I knew the happy moment was in my sight. I put my little ace-ladder chair on the ground... sat down, and focused the old digital camera. I pressed the button that says, “T” for telephoto... and my picture tells the rest of the story! (No, I did't walk that far... what about bears and stuff? What about ticks falling from the trees? What about the jacket I left in the van?)It was great!Thanks, Dixie

Autumn scent

2011-11-16T04:28:00.002-05:00

I love the smell of the leaves
in the Autumn as they fall
as they die. I watch the wind give them flight, then
land on the ground.
Resting with a crunching sound.

Leaves carried north, carried south,
and swarming 'round my feet, as
a faint fireplace in the distance
gives scent to burning wood.
The two scents blend and it feels good.

Thanks you, Dixie

It occupies my time~

2011-11-14T08:54:00.005-05:00

Every morning I go to my special desk where I write articles for the blog. Sometimes I eek out a poem or two. Before you know it I'm looking around the yard, through the window, and my mind becomes occupied by the tasks I want to do. I close my notebook and head to the yard with gloves in hand. Even when it rains I want to be outside.

My blessing is 1.20 acres of land. There's room for a full size garden. There's a large forest and I've been through it; it's wonderful with every tree you can imagine. There's a gazebo where the squirrels climb on top to let me know who's the boss! From the very high pinnacle they shake their bushy tails as if to say: "We've got this covered, move along!"

I've a list that needs doing before winter and I'm working hard to get it done. Most of it is a lot of fun. Keep me in your prayers or meditations.

Thank you, Dixie

Pumpkin spice

2011-11-01T02:26:00.002-04:00

Traveling vines across the grounds
Waiting for the sun above
Springing forth without a sound
Pumpkin spice is what I love

And so I wait until they're grown
Golden orbs look mighty fine
I pluck them off to take the home
That pumpkin spice will soon be mine

The house is filled with awesome smell
That lasts for days and feels so nice
Of all the memories I know so well
There's nothing like the pumpkin spice

Before there was you, there was me ~

2011-10-26T22:23:00.002-04:00

I was born and all alone
In the world I traveled
Off to places in my head
Then one day I met you

There was freedom everywhere
There was life without a care
Life without a care

You arrived and I was thrilled
Company to travel onward
Off to places in our heads
Then one day a clash

My emotions choked the air
You had none you wished to share
None you wished to share

That is when I turned away
Walked alone but felt content
I took the lesson that I learned
And chose the path of joy

[{Ciao, baby}]

She ain't right, but she's friendly.

2011-10-26T12:45:00.003-04:00

A couple of my blog buddies have decided I'm a friendly blogger. The award comes with a sweet little picture. That's definitely me; I love sweet little pictures! More than that – I love my blogging friends – they make me look at my path, via humour or serious input. Without them I might not be the seriously insane, yet friendly blogger you've been exposed to.

David of “A Day in the Life,” blog was very kind in his assessment of my attitude. “Friendly is as friendly does.” Certainly he and I have connected on various subjects that need more attention in the world, beginning at our on doorstep. I admire his writing and the life experiences he brings to the table for our understanding. Thank you, David.

Gary of “klahanie,” blog is the second blogging pal to give me the “Friendly Blogger Award.” His variety in writing styles keeps me gussing: what will he do next? Then ofcourse his smallish dog, Penny, is quite pawsitively he's greatest asset. Stories told from her perspective loom large among the various bloggers. ~And did I mention humour? This one writer brings out the funny bone and beats me with it. Thank you, Gary.

I've never met an ugly blogger. They all seem friendly to me. Even the person that keeps sending advertisements for 'Viagra,' seems friendly enough. Please note, I have nothing for 'viagra' to work on... you're wasting the ad!

I've forgotten how to do links. If you like my blog and you read it, whenever I get around to posting an article, please consider yourself AWARDED. The nicest thing, the friendliest thing is having someone give some attention to your life... especially days when I've forgotten me.

~dcrelief

Goodbye Summer

2011-10-22T19:45:00.002-04:00

Here... on the beach... I rest from ocean's waves.
All the noisy people have left and I can sleep... Zzz.

Hey! ... who's that touching my little arm? Number 3 of 5?
What? ... where are you taking me, I'm sleeping can't you see?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, I'm flying through the air!!
The kid thinks I'm a Frisbee; come back and get your kid!!!

Way over here... still upon the beach... the waves a little closer.
Yet life is good and all my arms are here...(yawn) time to go to sleep... Zzz.

I got nothing.

2011-10-20T23:03:00.001-04:00

I got nothing. It's a blank page tonight, and we're hoping to find my ink tomorrow.

Life has been like a sound stage and I have no clue what 'exit right' means. Did I tell you, I got nothing?

Count 'em; I got 47 billion brain cells waiting to be used... but the pilot light went out about a week back... and I got nothing!!

On my digital camera there are new photos of the torture we're putting the yard through. If “a picture is worth a thousand words,” that'll be one super blog, huh? But I'm tuckerd out; developing muscles I was never meant to have, I'm pretty sure.

And~ I said all of that to say this: I got nothing.

all that fluff

2011-10-04T01:07:00.002-04:00

Hello, my name is Charles. I've sat on the sideline for weeks watching this woman unload box after box. What's the problem with humans? Why can't there be a couple of boxes and they're done?

I used ONE box when I moved. Having two bowls, one for water and one for food, I'm flabbergasted at the multi-sets of glasses and dishes! There's my winter snug-coat and two pairs of little boots. ~And my smallish bed and 'bloop' my favorite stuffed toy.... one box!

It's obscene, I tell you. Thousands of possessions marching through the doors; a never-ending story of 'packaholics'.

It's hard for me to understand... all that fluff... for what?

Are you done?

sometimes

2011-09-07T03:10:00.001-04:00

Sometimes I must wait,
for more light,
to understand,
or be at peace.

Humble pie

2011-09-01T07:36:00.002-04:00

Many times I've allowed my ego to write checks that my body cannot cash. You know, bragging and going on about the success I exude from every pore... what a bore... right?! Such is the crux of the tale I choose to share.

In humble community I spied this Chevy truck. My-oh-my a 1967, and loaded with 'unapparent' goodies. Though the 'Green' angel sitting on my shoulder was warning me, I thought, “oh c'mon, it's an old Chevy, what's the harm with a test drive?” Eight cyclinders, a 350 under the hood, no automatic steering, three gears on the column, and a hair-trigger clutch; what could go wrong? A friend and I took the plundge, and I really mean that, as they're were no seatbelts! Add leather seats and I was definitely 'going' places!

I cranked that bad boy up, easied the clutch out, barely touching the gas pedal, and was slammed back into the seat. I took a slight right hand turn and heard tires squalling as I fish-tailed out of the parking lot; like so: “ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKK”... Immediately I was terrified as I fought to regain control. (regain?) Slipped my foot off of the gas and jumped my way to the first traffic light.

The straight steering had left me breathless; I looked over at my friend to see how she was fairing. People react differently to trauma; at least that was what I was feeling – traumatized. But she was laughing. She laughed during the entire test drive. She even felt 'impressed' by the way I handled the huge steering wheel. I didn't have the heart or humility to tell her that 'IT' handled me. I only know that once I parked that truck I was no longer entranced. The good thing is that I think I fixed my spine that had been out of place.(grin)

The next day I test drove this van, bought it, and I'm very happy. If I need a truck I can always remove the seats to haul something around... like my enlarged ego, and a recipe for 'humble pie'.

Campfire Girls

2011-08-19T09:50:00.002-04:00

We were all alone in the days of childhood. Though we laughed and played no one ever knew you lived. From the highest tree to the gentle stream, no one ever knew... only me.

We had a favorite basket to gather pretty stones. A sink was filled with water to wash the dirt away. I would see you yawn and know that you'd be leaving. I would watch the sun set in the direction of your home.

Too young to be a campfire girl, we sneaked away to cry. Seems we were the same age, with the same problem, even though Mom says you don't exist. She says I have to let you go... but where to?

Why? How do I answer that question? I began to live within a dark space. Your light no longer shone. I walk out into the yard and knew I was alone.

My parents changed churches, which caused them to drive by a childrens' orphanage. I saw you sitting behind a great wrought iron fence... it was you! Please stop the car, that's her! Yes I'm quite sure.

For three Sundays we stopped at the orphanage so I could speak to you. I heard my Mom and Dad talking of adoption. Wow, I might soon have a sister! Unfortunately my Dad didn't want to follow through. He even changed the driving route.

One Sunday we rode by, and the sad face I saw was my own reflection in the window's glass. You weren't sitting at the fence. 'Terminal' is not a word a six year old would normally know... but I had a gut feeling which was about to be verified. I was glad my Mom met you... sitting in that tiny wheelchair.

They returned a stuffed bear I'd given you, and a card you left me, which I still have. So any time I light a campfire I look for you to be dancing on the wind; those incredible somersaults that no one else could ever do.

We both dreamed of having a friend... and became the other's dream, fulfilled.

My house

2011-08-14T09:00:00.004-04:00

On August 8, 2011 I signed formal papers taking possession of my parents' home. These photos are five years old. The yard work is on standby until we empty the house of its contents. By the time we're done it will have taken three weeks to get everything out!! Then I can begin to move my stuff in!!!

I'm so excited ~~~

Creative trash

2011-08-07T09:29:00.002-04:00

I'm pretty sure the post title is a statement, and not a question. You know... leaving things a bit open ended creates excitement.

Why is it that my neighbors' trash looks more exciting, inviting, than mine? One sniff and I'm carried away~ with a scent hanging upon the breeze. Oh how I love 'pine sol' too. I must call about this sofa. To me it's recyclable material... creative trash.

My friend Mimi, was handling the bulk trash calls today. "Hi Mimi, how are you?".

"Hey Miss D, how are you? What you got for me today?"

"I've got nothing; just wanted to ask about that green sofa on Elm?"

"You and ten others. The truck driver is taking it home for his 'man cave'. His wife, Delores has called all morning, checking and double checking. Then Mr. Taylor fell asleep on it, waiting for the bus...but complained that some women named Delores, got him arrested for loitering. You know, she knows Mr. Taylor's been sleeping on that corner for seventeen years!"

"That's awful; how's Mr. Taylor now?"

"Mr. Taylor took home one of the black plastic bags with him. It was full of over size stuffed animals. He's making hats and gloves for neighborhood children; claims it will be cold before we know it."

No place like home

2011-08-04T20:38:00.001-04:00

The rain came down but spared this home. A fellow creature
sheltered under a leaf.
A gentle breeze travelled through and the web sought to dry.
Raindrops glistened as diamonds do; a necklace rarely found.

I'm not so fond of spider webs, nor hairy little creatures.
My eyes did wonder all around in case the friend came home.
Spin today and spawn tomorrow; those little souls live fast.

They've learned to live and take what comes; it's fascinates my mind.
No matter where they go; no matter where I am; there's no place like home.
Time to leave as I see you watching and waiting to crawl upon your web.

Just another fish tale

2011-07-26T18:23:00.003-04:00

There was a family fishing hole,
but I never liked to fish.
They cast with wooden fishing poles,
competing for a wish.

But I sat on the rocks and looked,
at gemstones in the stream.
As one by one the fish they hooked;
I chose another a dream.

Rubies sparkled just beneath me,
were scooped up in my hand.
I listened to the shouts of glee
of those fishers near the sand.

So once they caught their fill,
they thought to leave this place.
My treasure gave me such a thrill,
that showed upon my face.

They made their way to where I sat,
inquiring what I'd found.
I let them peek at this and that,
the stones from sandy ground.

We headed home at sunset,
exchanging funny tales.
Me with shiny rubies;
them with slimey scales.

Journey

2011-07-16T14:00:00.002-04:00

As people take their journey,
that starts at birth and ends at death

Some feel their footsteps mounting,
refreshed with every breath

When long ago I watched someone
who climbed this blessed stair

I said 'goodbye' and promised that
I'd meet them in the air.

So in my time of earthbound days
this journey I'll complete.

Then take the stairs that carry me
to heaven's holy seat.

Bathed in love

2011-07-12T12:02:00.002-04:00

My little tree grove
is a space to contemplate
the secrets of the universe
and how it all relates.

Some things are serious
some only worth a laugh
but all things are put on hold
my little tree grove gets a bath.

The Bride's Tears

2011-07-09T21:41:00.004-04:00

I've had many classes in drawing and wood work. I even took drafting in college to improve perception. It was an amazing course, yet my first love lay years ahead in time: painting.

Watercolor was first and then I used acrylics. Ironically I am self-taught. Lately I've begun to study with different artists for tips and techniques. It looks as if I'm ready for black and white oil paint study. We'll see.

The photo above is my last portrait in acrylic paint. I labored greatly but blending is still a technique I work on.

Recently a blog pal,('Bazza') had a great photo of a painting done in oil. I liked the way the artist painted the eyes on a 90 degree plane. So I thought I'd share a close up of the bride.

Sun, rain, song, repeat...

2011-07-06T15:21:00.002-04:00

It's warm in Carolina. Humidity makes it even warmer. Then come nightfall the thunder sounds, leaving me wondering 'when' the rain will begin? It has been the exact same cycle for almost three months now. Yet I'm grateful because some places are begging for sunshine; some are begging for rainfall.

No matter how much the lightening flashes or how loud the thunder roars, in the morning the birds awake, and I'm compelled to sing along.

You took your time ~ welcome summer!

Celebrating hope

2011-07-02T12:50:00.001-04:00

We used to be a colony; today we're just a crowd.
We party on the fourth, and do it very loud.

The rockets glare and light the night; the huddled masses swoon.
A tummy full of yummy treats will have some yawning soon.

As day and night begin to fade, we say goodnight to friends.
Return to homes remembering, the hope this freedom brings.

shelling out a memory

2011-06-26T13:56:00.003-04:00

When I was small we went to the beach. I found a lovely shell, but one of my pesky brothers chose to fling my shell into a small pond. It skimmed the water creating ripples that eventually reached me, crying, by the pond's side.

Everyone tried to console me, saying, "one day you'll find another shell like this one." Years went by but no shell took it's place. Yet when I saw this photo from space I realized my shell had gone to heaven! Well, thinking that way, it seems to have satisfied the child within me.

Hey, look at those ripples! As they come closer I smile, as my heart is shelling out a memory. Closure is sweet.

What if...

2011-06-22T09:45:00.001-04:00

Is it true that we are stars
come down to earth
upon our birth?

Is it true that we are dust
traveling light
with sacred plight?

Is it true that we are seeds
upon the wind
never to end?

Then make it true that we are nice
and we are fair
and that we care.

What if we cared?

Growing pains

2011-06-21T22:55:00.002-04:00

A vegetable
a vegetable
a vegetable I grew.

I thought it was
I thought it was
A favorite of yours too.

But you said 'red'?
and I heard 'green'?
Will be the strangest
will be the strangest
will be the strangest vegetable I've seen.

Two vegetables
two vegetables
two vegetables I grew.

A nice green one for me
a nice green one for me
and a nice red one for you!

~silly gardener

Wringing in the new

2011-06-21T22:26:00.003-04:00

I work with me
and hope to change
the things that sadly linger.

But what I see
as changing fast
did not escape the wringer!

And oh the joy
I find inside
which makes me quite the singer.

For I have peace
with life as such
that everyone has their wringer.

I do miss you

2011-06-19T10:10:00.003-04:00

As I grew I realized my Dad had little time for me. It wasn't personal, as it was the same for my brothers. The man was simply, always gone somewhere. He was one of those people who could not stop; in constant motion as he investigated the world he lived in. There were some good moments and I hang onto those, hoping his life was what he wanted it to be. So I can only guess that the little angels wave goodbye to him every day as he's off to explore another plane.

Yes, I do miss you.

a favorite spot

2011-06-18T17:21:00.002-04:00

It's that time of the year when I start dreaming... which wave will knock me down? Well it doesn't really matter as I can already taste the salt. Um, lovely salt air in my nostrils, bathing my face, and tangled with my hair. I want to be there. So, please beach fairy, send me a sign. Thanks.

Hall of mirrors

2011-06-11T13:28:00.002-04:00

I came upon a hall of mirrors
where every fault was plain to see.
I found myself repulsed by actions
that were actually caused by me.

Who would dare to prick my heart,
finding fault within my reason?
Chiding me for what I'd wrought,
my faults to bear in open season?

My ego cracked the mirror.
How dare this hall reflect
the outragious words I lived by
and my careless acts without regret.

The meek stood in the mirror
with tears that welled and overflowed.
I noted their compassion,
and love for life in new abode.

Don't just stand there and look at me,
a hall of women in remorse.
I watched them turn to walk away,
their action changed my course.

I now looked outward from the mirror
to the woman who gently smiled.
She moved in grace with hallowed journey
her love unfolding every mile.

Her fractured heart with many faces
was melding slowly into one.
She stepped quietly from the hall
transporting me into the morning sun.

my solitary path

2011-06-07T01:17:00.004-04:00

A path I've always walked without a burdened care.
Alone or with someone I rarely gave a thought.
Whatever challenge made it's way into my lair,
I simply lived and tackled every thing life brought.

So now the path would bring me changes to accept.
Was I complacent to ignore the atmosphere?
I thought to travel and make peace with my regrets,
Enjoy my solitary path with love, not fear.

sick leave?

2011-06-05T18:53:00.001-04:00

Sometimes it takes everything you've got to get up and move. With this intestinal virus I've had, going on for three weeks, I've been told to stay down. Just rest as much as I can. The emergency room doctor wasn't kidding when he said, “This is one nasty virus.” I've been to see my regular doctor too; received additional medications. Wow, but I'm almost out of those and need to see him again.

I have been trying to write but this strongly influences what I do. Let me say that I know this will pass; everything does eventually. Just thought I'd share and let you know why I'm not truly present. Medications for nausea always make me sleepy. That in turn makes my head feel thick... what's that you say? Nothing new??? LOL.

It's a good thing I like liquid diets! All my favorite soups are brought home and devoured, but slowly. I have a perfect cup to hold my soups. I might even soak a saltine cracker or two in the yummy liquid. The medicine distorts my taste buds, so today's celery soup tasted like clam chowder. It's like an added bonus, really, as I like clam chowder (hahaha). Indeed I'm curious to know what tomato soup will taste like, but that's tomorrow's agenda.

Okay, that's all. Hope all of you are healthy. I'll be back soon.

Ready

2011-06-03T01:07:00.001-04:00

I watched the rain fall from the sky
A million drops to make a puddle.
The birds don't sing and they don't fly,
But sit on limbs bunched in a huddle.

The clouds are soft and disappearing.
Is that golden light a ray of sun?
Could it be the storm is clearing?
Are the rain clouds on the run?

I cross my heart and fingers too,
And hope that sunshine fills the earth.
I long to see a sky of blue
display the joy of rainbow's birth.

The New Door

2011-05-29T08:49:00.001-04:00

Often I read about the lives of others with a couragious journey. I glean what I can from what they've gone through. It adds strength, understanding, and helps me combat my own fear. Until I find myself standing in front of the new door. I've learned to take in a long breath, let it out slowly as I turn the door knob, and then step through.

~dc

Audrey

2011-05-26T16:09:00.000-04:00

I was only six years old and you were twenty-nine.
We sailed along a happy sea, with waves that marked our time.
You became my godmother and I was thrilled to be
A part of life that gave you joy; the same you gave to me.

Now off you go to higher plane, while I remain on ground.
When morning birds begin their day I'll listen to their sound.
Your voice will call reminding me of our endearing love,
Or was that just the lowing coo of beauty's morning dove ~

I love you ~ rest now.

a butterfly philosophy

2011-05-26T13:45:00.002-04:00

Here today, gone tomorrow

2011-05-11T13:16:00.000-04:00

An old phrase yet so descriptive of issues that float through my mind. What is here, that can be gone tomorrow? We all could go with an outstanding blow... we don't know, do we?

An often posed question: “Why do bad things happen to good people?” I've heard this question many times over the years. It's not like I know something and want to brag. It's more like a revelation that, when remembered, brings me peace and a measure of faith.

A verse from the Christian Bible states that God causes the rain to fall on the wicked and the righteous. Whether or not you enjoy rain is not even a consideration... you get it just the same. With the verse in mind I thought, well, so car accidents, cancer diagnosises, airplane crashes, falling buildings, earthquakes, and everything else might be shared as well. How can that be? Isn't that stuff only for the wicked?

There's an abdominal spirit that arises in extreme crisis. Call it what you will but once I read about “The Comforter” who would teach me all things... life changed for me. I ventured to think, maybe bad things happen to good people, so bad people can observe something they need; or good people receive a piece of faith that they needed. For me only God has the right to judge anyway. So, really none of this matters; it's all vanity. Men and women deciding who is being 'punished' with an earthquake, etc. Presumptous?

I look at the state of the world, the USA, my own home state, and wonder how much longer will humanity exist. Humanity as in freedoms bestowed by God. How far we've allowed governments to stomp all of that into the ground. We've had a lot of help being distracted from important issues.

The wonderful thing about this is... you can completely disagree. You are under no obligation to think, speak, feel, act, or write as I do. I only offer a lesson from the dandelion. “I may be here today, gone tomorrow, but somewhere there's a seed that keeps going. A seed of hope, love, charity, and immeasurable faith.” Just think of how difficult it is to rid your yard of dandelions!

I'm through shaking cobwebs from my mind. Thank you.

Just a test...

2011-05-09T07:37:00.002-04:00

Basically I'm investigating why my blog will not load in my post.
It keeps saying, ~javascript:void(0)~

Great... just when I decided to try IE 9...

We'll see.

Living Fragile (a repost)

2011-05-05T19:32:00.001-04:00

Sometimes when life seems so fragile
A beginning feeling of peace arrives
From a source within and without
We bow our head
Acknowledge kindness
Receive the gift that helps us heal

We wrap the peace around our bodies
Longing for immediate relief
And find instead temporary solace
We bend our knees
Capture completeness
And let it work through all our days

Discover being fragile is not a curse
For peace will come and peace will go
From everything we are to what we will become
We praise the Creator
As everlasting love
Relieves our fear of living fragile

In celebration for Mother's Day

2011-05-02T13:59:00.005-04:00

The innocence I knew is difficult to imagine. Fresh from heavens' domain I arrived and began wailing; should have been a clue! But my Mom was right there, smiling and all embracing of the little girl she'd waited to have. Need I say... it was love at first sight.

Of course I miss her terribly; gone for fourteen years now. After a lot of thinking I think it happened the way it was supposed to. I know she would have been more miserable if I had died first.

Her favorite holiday was Easter; mine was Mother's Day. She liked the music, rabbits, and candy; I liked the hats. So in celebration this year I'm going to buy a hat.

Love you, Mom!

~ this too, shall pass ~

2011-04-30T05:45:00.006-04:00

The devastation is alarming. Over 200 tornadoes in a 24 hour period. Six states are now under a 'declaration of emergency'.

The photo, above, is from a beach that is three hours from my home. That tornado tail is really kicking. I understand it acts like a whip... one lash and your building is gone. Have you ever played "Tiddly-winks"?

Watching a news update, I could not figure out what I was looking at. The camera was in a helicopter flying over a city (??). Yes, a city; I was looking at concrete foundations that resembled kitchen tiles.

Like any event that brings devastation and loss of life, we hope for comfort and a return to daily tasks. We try to try. If you cannot 'try' what is yours to handle, reach out your hand to another and help them try.

Sometimes the only thing left standing is the soul of humanity. "Guard your heart with all diligence, for out of it, come the issues of life." (a proverb)

Fairy Tale Girls

2011-04-29T00:57:00.002-04:00

~And today is the wedding...

Four o' clock A.M. will find me in front of my television.
Hot tea, crumpets, and other similar snacks are waiting.

My sister-in-law will call around the same time.
We'll gab about the guests, the groom, the MUM, and on... & on.

Why?
Because we're 'Fairy Tale Girls'.

Every good fairy tale girl knows 'they lived happily ever after.'

Sigh ~ past the tissue please... here comes the bride!

Image credit:
free-vintage-valentines-clip-art-doves-red-hearts-pink-flowers-key-wedding-ring1

~and now it's spring

2011-04-26T03:37:00.001-04:00

Cool mornings, and a freshness fills my lungs...
with the urgent need of spring.

A pale light casting across the garden...
I wait for warmth, the sun will bring.

The morning doves gather for their calling...
and cooing, for the urgent need of spring.

A path of dampness invites a journey...
with bare feet, the grass begins to cling.

Sheltered in this early morning beauty...
a grateful voice within me, begins to sing...

~and now it's spring...

Our Lotus Life

2011-04-19T08:14:00.002-04:00

Our life is like the lotus flower,
Waiting for the birthing hour
We float in water, in joyous mirth,
To share our beauty in the earth

While in the womb, we often sing,
Then popping out with leaves of green
Such tender buds point to the sky
To drink in light as we float by

We're given years to equal petals.
Our hearts grow up among the nettles.
But we survive to seize the day,
Allowing love its joyous way

Our years pass by and as we fade,
The lotus once so gently made,
Is traveling through the thick of night,
Arriving in a different light

A different light of golden measure
Our faded petals are now a treasure
We stand in awe of light we see
And dwell with love’s eternity

sung to the tune of "Oklahoma!"

2011-04-11T07:22:00.002-04:00

OHHHHH~the daffodils are growing up around my ears,
and they smell so sweet, it's a springtime treat
and I hope they never disappear.

OHHHH~the daffodils are swaying gently in the breeze,
and I'm loving this, most alluring bliss,
but I feel as if I have to sneeze!

Thanks, that's it.(sniff, sniff).

there's always a camera... smile

2011-04-10T13:25:00.003-04:00

From what I can tell of history we're not learning to negotiate. Or maybe the heads of states decide how many airplanes to give up, to keep it going. We've shared a bunch of planes, weapons and things, so both sides of a battle can fight.

Over here, we're being told that the biggest concern is internet addiction to games and connections? Really, that's it?

What if heads of state had to play games to determine the outcome of negotiations? Ha ha, sorry, you're right; they already do that. Of course none of them are addicted to internet so it's okay.

Well whether or not you're dying in a war zone or playing 'Blitz' on "Facebook", please remember... there's always a camera... smile.

:(

Sunday funny

2011-04-10T13:20:00.001-04:00

Comic Source:
http://xkcd.com/

storms and inspirations

2011-04-06T07:57:00.002-04:00

There was a time when I hated storms. The morning walk from car to workplace, in heels, made no sense at all. Couldn't we simply cancel work or have a personal taxi pick us up? My poor water-dirt spattered legs. Rubber booties weren't available unless you were nine years old. Cutting out the toe area of the boot would have 'defeated' the purpose. No, not for the purpose of staying dry, but to make that long, stupid walk to work! Alas I was much too young to feel inspired; too old to appreciate a 'class A' mud puddle. But then I became disabled and could no longer work. You don't know how many times I watched the morning lineup of cars heading to work in the rain... and wished I could join them. I'd take that walk, smiling, thankful, for the joy of working.

Fast forward to today, some eleven years later. Life is so different because I've grown in understanding of God, self, others... and storms. There are things I call 'my work' that give me peace and happiness. I'm inspired by those who face this dilemma and find their treasure. Without their inspiration I might have kept watching storms in vain. (I used to hear a song in the back of my mind: “Rainy days and Mondays, always get me down.”)

Recently my home state experienced a horrible storm. I listened to 30mph winds race around and over my house. Thunder rumbled, and it was hard to tell that from the limbs falling onto the roof. My first reaction was to grab the safety candles in case the power went out. This went on for hours and I hoped, hoped for others. I thought about those people without homes and their long walk to find shelter. How would they stand up against the wind? I felt inspired to hold positive thoughts... although I wavered a bit in the beginning. Ironically I was reading, “Never Ever Give Up!,” when the storm arrived. In my own fear I found strength for other people. No... I think God took my fear and made it a positive. I cannot explain this conclusion; most might say it's a matter of personal choice. I believe that “God within me” gives the ability to make that choice. (No... there's a scripture that comes to mind: “I can do all things, through Christ, which strengthens me.”) So when, out of fear, I asked for the safety of others, I received strength to hold them in positive thoughts. This doesn't mean no lives will be lost, no houses damaged, or no limbs piled high in the yard. This is what I see that helps me. Just a thought, but how often are we inspired by the storm in someone else life? Answers are not required, but welcomed, here.

The storm passed over and I 'returned' to my work. Chapter one of “Never Ever Give Up,” seems to be moving right along. Thank you :)

Fashion for the rainy season

2011-03-31T09:48:00.001-04:00

I hope you won't allow the gray skies and rain to always ruin your day. Once in a while it's okay to feel blah and duck into a corner of your couch. Keeping in mind that ducks love water; so probably adore rain. Just pretend your a duck.

For those souls who have no choice but to brave the outdoors... I offer you 'fashion for the rainy season'. Just the thing to uplift your mood and others around you. Think of the intriguing remarks from co-workers:

Tom: Hi Sara... love your heeled boots!
Sara: Thanks Tom... I borrowed them from my husband.
Tom: Ewww.

Okay, if you feel inclined to add something, then leave it in the little box. It's rainy out and I'm bored.

Pain in Japan: Shedding

2011-03-28T11:26:00.005-04:00

(Japanese tulip tree near my home ~ dc)

Pain in Japan

"RIKUZENTAKATA, Japan (Reuters) – In a devastated landscape of splintered homes, rotting bodies and twisted cars, an elderly man walks with stooped shoulders searching for any object that can bring back memories of his daughter.
"Her home used to be there but that is gone," the man who asked to be called by his family name Kikuchi said, pointing at a spot in the town of Rikuzentakata, leveled by the tsunami of nearly two weeks ago.
"My daughter is missing. She is gone. I was up in the hills above town and couldn't get to her in time," Kikuchi said in a steady voice.
"I am looking for something that can remind me of her. There must be something here," Kikuchi said and then resumed wandering through the mud-strewn debris in the town of broken buildings erased by a giant wall of water."

[This story touched me and I felt compelled to write a poem with a different ending. The father will find a tree he gave her years ago. Fictional, yes, however it seems likely to happen... somwehere. What terrible pain and a long time of shedding tears.]

Shedding

A tulip tree is shedding flowers ~
like shedding tears.
'Cause nature came in awesome power ~
igniting fears.

A tulip tree yielding to the wind ~
without any pain.
A father's heartache will never mend ~
his search in vain.

A tulip tree is firmly grounded ~
with roots that ache.
Her home is gone from being pounded ~
from wave and quake.

A tulip tree is what he bought her ~
a simple pleasure.
The only thing left of his daughter ~
his greatest treasure.

The tulip tree was moved to his yard ~
shedding flowers ~
like shedding tears.
He continues smiling but it's hard ~
lonely hours ~
memories dear.

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2011-03-28T07:31:00.001-04:00

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Another chance to rise

2011-03-24T06:34:00.001-04:00

“When the odds are stacked against us, we often rise to the occasion and surprise people... including ourselves!” ~B.J. Gallagher

In the last few months challenges have appeared for me to solve. Often times I cannot do it alone. I turn to friends to hear about their experiences. I've also found solace in reading blogs. It is a real treasure to have sources of experience and love so close by. Isolation has never been the answer for me.

Lately I'm studying formal portrait painting. I've done portraits but relied on a self taught process. Having listened to the best, and observed their talent, I shall attempt to give it another go.

My Dad's estate is taking some time to be resolved. You might recall, he passed last October. But more than the issue of the estate is the issue of feelings I do not have. Unfortunately we had a turbulent relationship; never did resolve our differences. As a result I am resolving them as best I can. Oddly I find I don't care what happens to any property. I'm not a coveting sort of person. It's surprising to me that I must have let go a while back. I thought I might feel guilty for not missing him, as much as I miss my Mom, but that hasn't happened.

My husband is still unemployed. Since April of 2010 we've taken life one day at a time. On the upside he's become quite the chef! After seventeen years of him tolerating my cooking, he finally agrees that I'm best at cleaning up after meals ~ hahahaha! Oh, I had trouble relinquishing control of 'my' kitchen, but not for long. When he returns to work I'm going to miss the 'happy meals'. I'm so addicted to his fresh vegetable blends.

My spine is not attached at the hip bones, or lower lumbar region. A fall many years ago broke my back and the result means my spine can move out of place. For three months I've been in therapy, hopefully to reverse the issue of late; my lumbar area has moved 5 millimeters forward.; another 5mm and I'll be paralyzed. Not to complain but I'm trying to surprise myself. As each issue presents itself I look to rise and claim success.

Thank you for reading what appears to be a self-absorbed blog post. Then again, as I said, isolation has never been the answer for me. And maybe, just maybe, as 'they' say... I'll feel more resolved by letting some of the craziness out in the light.

Shared

2011-03-24T04:58:00.004-04:00

A small world ~ this drop of water upon a flower.

I marvel at the color and the balance ~ the joy of the petal.

A fleeting embrace ~ a capture of nature's beauty.

Life touching life ~ a moment is shared.

Image credit: T.J. Marlin (Thank you, T.)

Borrowed humor

2011-03-23T08:13:00.002-04:00

http://xkcd.com/

Fringe

2011-03-20T14:12:00.003-04:00

I watch a television show called, "Fringe"; basically it's about a parallel reality. Indeed, over there I might be a real writer!! I might paint the best acrylic canvasses in the world. I might tell funny jokes and short stories that rival Robin Williams. Or I might actually be sane!

A friend sent me this photo and I have no details to share about it. To me that's sad because I'd love to see this metallic art piece. I would find it unique to be standing beside it in the city, while seeing the same city in it.

Well, I like it and had to share it. Whether or not you watch the show, it's an amazing piece of work in the photo. It makes me feel as if I'm standing on the 'fringe' of something bigger than myself.

whether or not to be vain ~ a question

2011-03-19T05:51:00.009-04:00

Are we vain when we brag about good weather? Whether vain or not, we need to be grateful when the weather is nice.

"Just let your smile be your umbrella on a rainy, rainy day?" Might as well as these umbrellas aren't performing.

Good weather is a gift. Enjoy it because you never know when it will be gone with the wind.

Image credit:
Graphics Fairy
My pictures 2005
Movie still, 'Gone with the wind'

a child's world

2011-03-18T06:20:00.002-04:00

A new generation of nieces and nephews have invaded my world. They descend upon my heart like gentle doves, soft and cooing. They conquer my mind with their laughter and smiling faces. And now I prepare to enter a child's world and produce another 'masterpiece' that teaches family names and positions.

My last book was about a rocking horse for my niece, Kaitlyn. Each family member did some task to help build the horse. By the time the book was finished, Kaitlyn knew the names and positions, (aunts, uncles, cousins), of her family unit. I understand that Kaitlyn keeps her book in a special box so no one can touch it without her permission. That's quite the compliment to me. I'm so glad she likes it.

Okay, now to write something cute and meaningful for her younger brother, Adam. He's the little fella pictured in my previous blog. His Mom says he's into wheels and the color green. Here's the challenge then: finding something that the family can build for him. The object must have enough parts for everyone to have a task. If you think of an object, feel free to let me know.

Above Image: 'The Graphics Fairy' - see my reading list

Pinch me?

2011-03-07T09:15:00.002-05:00

There are those who say they will pinch me if I don't wear green clothes on March 17th. Yep, they call the day, St. Patrick's Day. I don't know about your saints but I hope my saints don't go around pinching people. But just in case I had my Mom buy a bunch of little green shirts.

Now if only the wind would stop blowing so my hair will lie down. It looks like a lion's mane. Oh, maybe that's okay, doesn't March come in like a lion and go out like a lamb?! And if so does it mean I need a white shirt for the lamb look? Pink is out as I'd rather be pinched than wear pink.

I'm hungry, so I'll write more later :))

The Reflection

2011-02-17T17:57:00.002-05:00

In the coolness of a morning
My sweet cubs come to drink
And ~
They see themselves as I was
Recognizing the reflection

I am rare and some would seek me
For trophy’s gain and outer beauty ~

In jungle brush and flowered tree
They make-believe it is my duty ~

To stand and roar but never flee
For the shot that rings incessantly ~

And takes me down
Where my cubs mourn
Until ~
In the coolness of a morning
My sweet cubs come to drink
And ~
They see themselves as I was
Recognizing the reflection

Morning Forest (reposted)

2011-02-15T04:29:00.001-05:00

On mountain morn I watched the light
The sun arose with awesome flight
Across the snow, rays fell in lines
Creating trees that looked divine.

The sky was red, then turned to pinks
The fog did flirt with several winks
A line of green did peek and leave
A sight so rare, I now believe.

The bitter cold against my face
I longed return to warmer place
I sketched the sky and then the sun
Included trees and I was done.

Arriving home I warmed my hands
To paint the scene of lovely land
When I was done the painting showed
An early sun with beauty glowed.

(Painting and poem by dcrelief.)

Pictures for children

2011-02-11T20:26:00.004-05:00

Here are some pictures your children can color.

au naturalle

2011-02-11T06:13:00.002-05:00

This year I refuse to stand in a store line to buy a card or anything else for Valentine's Day. Sure, I love my little Koko Koala, but she wants me to come up with something "green," rather than spending green. So between my refusal and her request, this Valentine's will be the best.

I glued red berries to a piece of bark and carved "I love you". Now I'm off to collect some really lovely eucalyptus leaves; won't she be pleased?!

Then on the happy day I'll pick insects and dirt from her fur. Then she'll slap me upside the head and bite my arm. We'll finally snuggle in the tropical rain. This is going to be a great Valentine's.

anti valentine

2011-02-09T12:44:00.001-05:00

Anti valentine

This is a brief message to readers from “Alistair Cookie.” He is one tiny journalistic bundle who adores the work of Alistair Cooke. Mr. Cooke, a noted British/American journalist impressed the little one on the quality of life. Now the small protégé will speak his mind on ‘anti valentine’.

“Hello! It’s been a long time since I’ve written. I forgot how to turn the computer on, hahaha. Not to worry as I have found the little red button on the power strip (electrical carousel); shhh, mums the word.

I am inundated with correspondence regarding the obnoxious commercialism of all holidays. This has led to a tired exclamation that ‘every day is a holiday.’ Call me small but I don’t think that’s a solution. I don’t want to be mailing out cards for every day of the week! Besides licking the stamps makes my tummy hurt; eyuck!

In conclusion if you’re anti valentine, it’s no problem for me. As long as anti valentine doesn’t mean you’re anti love… then all is well.

Take care, and keep that correspondence coming. You might include some choco-chip cookies for faster reply, hahahaa!”

~Al

a piece of nature

2011-02-08T11:49:00.002-05:00

Down the road are the remnants of a tree. There’s a carving of a heart in the bark. It’s been around a long time and only the wind knows who made it. When I first saw it I stopped dead in my tracks. Amazing! Too bad I didn’t bring the background into focus. Then again it has provided me with this post, so the shot was not in vain.

How I miss this area. We had a huge forest where trees could slowly die with dignity. No chainsaws were ever heard in there. Wild flowers on vines meandered along the limbs. I once sat on a fallen tree surrounded by hundreds of blue morning glories. It was so beautiful, I cried.

I hope you have a piece of nature, close by, to love.

Mostly ~

2011-02-07T10:09:00.005-05:00

Gary writes klahanie"> a great emotive blog. It makes me laugh, it makes me cry, and sometimes, I want to slap this guy! (I’m just joking, Gary.) Gary and his side-kick Penny, (the Jack Russell dog), are quite famous over the internet. They also write!

It is with humble and partially insane, egotistical delusion, that I accept the “Life is Good Award” from Gary. It gets better because I get to pass it on to other bloggers!! Thank you very much, Gary.

There are certain requirements in accepting this award:

1. Thank and put a link back to the person who kindly gave this award.
2. Share a few things about yourself.
3. Pass the award on to other bloggers. (No limit given.)
4. Inform the bloggers that they have received the award.

Ironically, when I feel that life is good, I also get a vision of a piano falling on my head. Not a literal piano but a crashing-sort of burden would seem to appear. I fear looking at the horizon; hey, is that a tornado headed this way?? Time to strap down the piano!

Life as I feared had greater things in store for me. I learned that I could play that piano, releasing emotions that were harmful and yet good for me to resolve. Long wondrous melodies were circling in my head; I felt reborn as I shared them with the walls. The harmonious blend of sound took and shook my walls, and I felt free. I wasn’t going to tote that piano anywhere anymore, because the keys to “Life is good” left their composition in my soul. (I’ll move on from the dramatics, as I wanted to be an actor at one time.)

The only life I know (or remember?) is this one. I feel blessed by a Creator I cherish, knowing that more will be revealed for my life. I used to see physical limitations as a curse. Today I realize that if I were totally healthy, I wouldn’t make time to do the things I do. Just like some friends and family, I’d live life in the fast lane. In my mind it’s akin to running away from my self. Lying all ego aside I claim that life is good… mostly. I hope yours is mostly good too.

I pass the “Life is Good Award” to the following bloggers/writers. If you’d rather not participate, that’s fine. No questions asked. Just know that I greatly enjoy your web site, and the “good life” I read about when I’m visiting.

David @ A Day in the Life">

Julie @ A Jewel Shining Through">

Heather@ Soundoff">">

Maria@ Calm Energy">

Mattie@ A Moment with Mattie">

Roger @ The Buddhist Conservative">

"Support can be beautiful"*

2011-02-06T13:47:00.002-05:00

It’s the day of the great “Super Bowl” and I wanted to show my support. Yes sir, if I had to go another week I’d scream. Yes ma’am, and when the last second ticks away I hope I’m having a nice catnap. I’ll have to keep the snoring in check. After all I’m married to man who eats this stuff up.

Speaking of eating; there’s a huge bag of chicken wings to be smothered and covered in sauce, and then baked. There’s more and he’s busy prepping as I type. He even vacuumed the living room; he really wants to watch the big TV. I hide around the corner and laugh, but silently.

Speaking of hiding; there’s no way to miss finding your way to the restroom. This bowl sends out prism-like signals. You’d have to be blind to miss it. It kind of reminds me of the football network’s attitude: No one should ever miss a “Super Bowl.”

Green Bay Packers are playing the Pittsburgh Steelers. If I can survive whoever murders the National Anthem I’ll stay for the kick-off. If not, my next stop is waking up in time to see the teams walk off the field.

“Support can be beautiful”*
* A trademark logo for ‘Playtex’ for women.
Image: Alibaba

Passing on the Jolly Good Tag

2011-02-05T08:48:00.006-05:00

David a fellow writer & blogger sent me this survey. Why? Because it says to 'pass it on' when you're done. Thank you, David, for the tag. It was fun and interesting. I always enjoy his posts, and hope you will too.

A Day in the Life:Dave's Progress">

You can read my own answers here. A Jolly Good Tag">">
It's my turn to spread the fun and joy to four bloggers. Please do not feel any pressure or obligation to do this. It's entirely up to you.

The Buddhist Conservative

A Moment with Mattie

A Jewel Shining Through

Calm Energy

1. If you have pets, do you see them as merely animals, or are they members of your family?

2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?

3. What is the one thing most hated by you?

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?

5. What helps to pull you out of a bad mood?

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?

7. What is your bedtime routine?

8. If you are currently in a relationship, how did you meet your partner?

9. If you could watch a creative person in the act of the creative process, who would it be?

10. What kinds of books do you read?

11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?

12. What’s your fear?

13. Would you give up all junk food for the rest of your life for the opportunity to visit outer space?

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married, but poor?

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?

16. If you could change one thing about your spouse/partner what would it be?

17. If you could pick a new name for yourself, what would it be?

18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?

19. If you could only eat one thing for the next 6 months, what would it be?

Love your pet

2011-02-03T18:02:00.003-05:00

Click on picture to enlarge.
Poem written by dcrelief.
Image: Charles Schultz

The little love

2011-02-02T20:15:00.001-05:00

Oh creature of delight, may I speak to you
Of the little love I feel?
I am small but my heart is growing larger
And before your love, I kneel

Chorus:
(“What? You’re kidding me?”)

Your little love’s been rubbing fur with Henry
So your love was never mine?
You say the cage hole isn’t large enough
Until you birth eight or nine?

Chorus:
(“Good on you, Henry.”)

Oh creature of delight, I’ll find another,
Who will be my tiny bride?
And cherish passion and devotion
For little love that still abides

Chorus:
(“Ciao baby!”)

Featuring:
‘Hammy Gerbilicious’
The Gerbil Shakespeare Chorus

February is love month

2011-02-02T20:13:00.001-05:00

I take the time to sit and watch the gooey chocolate candy commercials. So many varieties are covered and smothered in a rich bath of yum. I can choose peanuts, cream-filled, fruit filled, caramel, and lots more; there’s no end in sight.

Lots of making and baking cookies; the kitchen is a dangerous place for me to be. I linger with the smell of oatmeal, peanut butter, and coconut cookies in the air. Lining metal tins with parchment paper, I realize the weight loss goal for February will be moved to March!

Fudge should be savored and not swallowed whole. Place tiny morsels in a clean salt shaker, to sprinkle on ice cream another time. Walnuts are very nice in dark fudge but I prefer pecans in the milk chocolate varieties. Peanut butter fudge is probably my favorite.

What’s your favorite candy?

Russian winter

2011-01-31T13:31:00.005-05:00

It looks so lovely ~ this beautiful Russian winter. I am ‘captured’ at first glance by the blues’ hues. Feeling all cozy I downloaded the rest of my aunt’s photos. Suddenly my own winter feels more tolerable. Oh yes, I do love snow, but this is way too much for me.

Thank you Auntie Nett; no more complaints from me :)

In Time

2011-01-29T10:11:00.001-05:00

Where the rocks meet the shore, there I wait
And search the horizon for the ship that comes for me

Oh blessed ship, do not delay until the dark
Lest my countenance fades at the roar of the sea

Only in my mind does the roar cause fear
Friends who said goodbye gave me hope and cheer
With promises of love they will meet me here
On a morning of new birth, in joy I reappear

Where the rocks meet the shore, I’ll return
The sun’s light greets the path of my new time

Oh blessed path what will you weave for me to learn
Within this life that gives me everything divine

In time~

Jolly good tag!

2011-01-26T08:37:00.002-05:00

All the way from England my friend has tagged me to answer 19 questions. You can read his own tagged experience on his blog, “A Day in the Life; Dave’s Progress: chapter 104.” Participation is not required as it’s all in good humour/humor. I rise to the challenge, clean my keyboard, and thank Dave, for this jolly good tag!

1. If you have pets, do you see them as merely animals, or are they members of your family? Any pet would automatically be a family member. I don’t have one right now.

2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be? I’d love to see all the ancient architecture of the Middle Eastern nations.

3. What is the one thing most hated by you? The abuse of children seems rampant in this country. Some reach their teen years and commit suicide. Others like me grow up and find life a small struggle at times.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars? I’d make a plan to help children, elderly, homeless, hungry, and medically-deprived people.

5. What helps to pull you out of a bad mood? Some sort of action, like singing, helps. A simple distraction until I subconsciously solve it.

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone? Both of these are a blessing. Giving love is the most important thing we do. Receiving what you have given is a treasure. Either way, keep your acceptance level high, and your expectation level low.

7. What is your bedtime routine? Hahahahahahaha!

8. If you are currently in a relationship, how did you meet your partner? I met my husband at a group setting for drug addicts 20 years ago!

9. If you could watch a creative person in the act of the creative process, who would it be? I would like to have been with God as He created the earth. Then again, maybe I was, and that’s the secret of life.

10. What kinds of books do you read? Writings on ancient civilizations intrigue me. Books on creativity and ‘fix it yourself’ projects are great. Anything Stephen King, Ayn Rand or Fyodor Solzhenitsyn; yes in that order.

11. How would you see yourself in ten years time? I suppose I’d use a mirror. (Haha) Tag me then! Seriously I’m more comfortable staying in the moment.

12. What’s your fear? “Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.” Fear turns to love and I experience peace within.

13. Would you give up all junk food for the rest of your life for the opportunity to visit outer space? No. I'd have to wear a space suit so I can’t touch it, feel it, or breathe it in; might as well wait until I die when I can meld with it. Anyway… give up junk food? Are you crazy?

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married, but poor? About the time I say I’d rather be married but poor, my husband might die and I’d be single and rich from life insurance.

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up? I say “good morning,” to the Lord.

16. If you could change one thing about your spouse/partner what would it be? I’d get rid of the migraine headaches he gets.

17. If you could pick a new name for yourself, what would it be? Jorja Malloy… no particular reason; I just like the sound of it.

18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done? I’d certainly try to work through the situation with the end goal of forgive and forget.

19. If you could only eat one thing for the next 6 months, what would it be? Chicken!

Well, my tag adventure is over. Thank you, David, for this jolly good tag. Don’t believe a word! (LOL) Now I have to pass this on. Who will I tag? Will they participate? (LOL)

tiny birds

2011-01-15T18:58:00.003-05:00

You bring me joy
As you sit upon the limb
Such tiny birds
Appeal to every whim

You huddle close
A fluttering of the eyes
Just then a peep
As the sun begins to rise

Your sleep is done
Time to take a morning flight
My feeder waits
Where I watch with great delight

Sweet voices ring
Songs and sounds that lift my heart
When you must leave
Say goodnight before you part

Image title: 'birds on branch 006a'
From: “The Graphics Fairy”
(See my blog reading list.)

A talking gazebo

2011-01-15T10:30:00.002-05:00

December 26th we had a wonderful snow day.
My parents’ home is a magical place to see.
Their gazebo is placed in the perfect spot to see sunrise and sunset.
It speaks to me and its memories are sweet.

Small brown birds visit daily. Bright red cardinals perch on the rail.
Blue hydrangeas bend under the weight of the snow; their time passed.
The evergreens in the background add color to the scene.
It speaks to me and the memories are sweet.

Loving parents did the best they could with their talents.
I am a product of both, and everything, since childhood.
The gazebo gave us hours to speak and be understood.
It speaks to me and the memories are sweet.

Each season has its beauty and darkness.
Accept both and wear contentment as an answer.
The gazebo gave me hours to listen and understand.
And now~ it speaks to me and the memories are complete.

squatter's rights

2011-01-12T11:46:00.002-05:00

Snow play

2011-01-10T11:55:00.007-05:00

Once again we have received a beautiful snow. Falling all night and now all day, I can’t wait to see the animals play. I did the best I could do to capture their fun and frolic. So without further adieu: “Smile for the birdie.”

‘Little Cardinal’ has fallen in love at first sight.

‘Snowball’, if we let you out, we might not find you later.

‘Susie’ hopes ‘Snowball’ is outside so she can chase her.

‘Noble’ is a dog for all seasons, and never meets a stranger.

The end~

Dusting

2011-01-03T16:08:00.002-05:00

Winter brought a sweet, sweet snow
Dusting every tree and hedgerow
Whitened limbs with twigs and leaves
Envelope those who make-believe

Children warmed by hats and gloves
Are spying on the morning doves
Children’s tracks will disappear
Doves will fly away from here

A snowman built they circle him
And start a house of holly trim
He must be safe before next day
In case the sun comes out to play

Winter brought a sweet, sweet snow
Sleepy children still aglow
While all outside the wind is gusting
A second round of winter’s dusting