Height - as in stacking up the boo-boos

Height has always been an issue for me. My fear of heights has deterred many a project from being
done. Strangely I can climb up ten feet on a ladder and be okay. Any height less than that and my legs turn to jelly, and my stomach turns. It seems so foolish, but I have learned to pay attention to all fears.

There are "heights" in my mind too. Situations come along and affect my well-being. I'm required to cross a bridge. Wait, isn't this, then, a "fear of bridges?" I thought of that and realized that the crossing was the easy part. When distracted by the height, the bridge disappears. A more serious situation requires more commitment. There has to be a way of reducing the height... a way to reduce the depth of hurt, loss, or whatever emotion I fear will result. Is that even possible? Did I explain it well enough to be understood?

In my life I think the space under the bridge, that makes up the height, is the result of my putting off the task of resolving an issue.   In other words I let things accumulate until they're harder or more challenging to resolve. So there is a away of relief.  And that's all I have to say for now.

Loki's giving away free stuff

http://napoleonicwargamingadventures.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/2nd-blog-birthday-giveaway.html

Happy Birthday Loki!!! Hope I win some stuff!!

modern conversation

Someone is getting really certain of what she wants (I know) and doesn't want to put up with (I know) and time is moving on (I know).

You know? (I know) You know what? (Smiles and nods, knowingly).

Is is me or is it disturbing when the only answer from a friend is... I know? (I know).

Then the fabulous option of replying...  I see. (I see) (I know)

Which leads me to the all-knowing, all-seeing response: (I understand)

But lately this has been a okay. (I know)  How do you know? (I know you). Wait, that's three words in a response... wow... that makes me happy. (I see) You see? (I see you're happy) Oh, four words and I am feeling freed by your support and feedback. (I understand) I know you understand. (How do you know?) I know. I see. I finally understand.

Let's do lunch again soon. (When?) You'll know.

Dear Diary,

At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do, is to stop.

Leave them alone.

Walk away.

It’s not like you’re giving up, and should not try.

It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation.

What is truly yours would eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.

Today is that point in time...

~and more will be revealed.

~ and so this is Easter...

I've never been able to correlate the Easter celebration with the truth of Passover. Jesus didn't celebrate Easter with his disciples. He didn't tell them to eat chocolate bunnies "in memory of me." He ate the Passover meal with his disciples. He explained the holy day's meaning and how God was fulfilling  a gift through him. When I read about Passover and looked at the life of Jesus, it all fell into place for me. My own experience has proven things to be very real. But that's me and this is my blog... and this is what I wanted to post.

Each person's experience brings them closer or takes them further from this message. So even if you don't get it today, it doesn't mean you'll never understand what I'm saying. Likewise, it doesn't mean you'll ever believe like I do. Either way, I'm not a judge; I have no expectation.

Thanks for reading ~ dc

Really?

time is...

A break in the clouds.
A moment to rise above the feelings.
Time is, and the roots I had are dead.

No thing prevents me.
No anchor is there to hold me down.
Time just is, and the roots I had are dead.

Moonlight to carry.
My thoughts I release, as I arise.
Time is, and just like me, shall go on.

Neil Gaiman quote

an impromptu post

Initially I intended to post the "pithy tidbit poster" without any further comment. With so much that appears to be traveling my path with me, maybe I could add some more juice to the dill (deal). Woe to the cheeky pickle that steals my smiles.

In this "newness" without a second income partner, life has changed up. Years past I considered myself to be quite independent. Then along comes this year. I feel anything but independent and my ego is in the way of accepting help. A recent quote awoke me: "Through our own inability to accept personal responsibilities we were actually creating our own problems." Nothing I did was fixing "dc". Nothing I did gave lasting peace.

Is that what a normal life is? Up and down, and some repairs don't work, while others barely hold? Did I need a new glue? A glue to bridge things or simply start again? A friend suggested an inventory of what works in my life and what doesn't work. Along that path I realized some things just need to be let go of... certainly more than I have ever released from inside.

Let me wake up then. Give me coffee so I can bath in it's aroma. Give me roses so I can remember lessons when I touch a thorn. Give me friends that know what the heck I'm posting. I give to you an impromptu post.

give me a political break

Oh yes! Something a bit different for the old "dcrelief" page. Good stuff, so listen to this very short link and I'll be back.


"America is not the greatest country in the world anymore."

A dramatization here:  http://www.safeshare.tv/w/UAGOcLSuLX

Okay that was easy. Did you notice the background music when it kicked in? That's a clue to be seriously pondering stuff.  I personally found the music to be distracting and unnecessary. Then again, I'm not a film director.

How about that "sorority girl" remark? In a flash the cheerleaders were prepping protest signs stating: "We are not the dumbest college generation." It gave me a real chill up the spine hearing the speaker state the responsibility of all to be informed... including partying college "kids".

For those of you who were totally bored by my need for a political break... hopefully you had a snack close by... for the rest I leave you with a photo to digest.

So what's the beef? and where?

Oh yes?

check ~ please

jam. box ~ check
musical cd's ~ check                  

6 a.m. breakfast ~ check
early morning snack ~ check
light lunch packed  ~ check
energy drink ~ check
zip-lock bag of ice ~ check
granny-smith apple ~ check
bottled water ~ check

plastic stakes ~ check
yellow layout cording ~ check
tape measure ~ check
small hand truck ~ check
yellow wheel barrow ~ check
127 gray curved blocks ~ check

So here you are: a look at the blocks I'm working with; how they lay and how I'll play the day.
I must be crazy, but I like the look.

eat the last apple ~ check
drink last bottled water ~ check
fall out in bed ~ check

the door is shut

Why couldn't you have treated me decently... like the human being I am? What gave you the right to overstep boundaries of politeness? "Do unto others," leaves the door wide open to give you some problems of your own. Yet, your problems are so big already you don't see the results of your behavior. As long as you're always the one in control, life is good.
And now I'm looking at losing three friends. You've maneuvered such ugliness and untruth... they are hesitant to come near because you are a stalker of innocent, kind people. You prey on the weak moments and feelings of your victim's circumstances. You call evil good, and good evil?
I'm not used to this. It's not been my place to ask people to leave me alone. How many times have I said it already? Why won't you hear me? As if you're a alien creature who does not speak the language of love. Only recently did I discover you did not know the language because you do not feel love for anyone. You call it a hindrance.
It might have been nice if I'd known your true colors before speaking kind words to you. I might have bitten my tongue. Surely I'd had the intelligence to walk away at that point. For the life of me I'll never know why I stayed so long... too long.
These eyes will not regret and shed tears. This heart will keep a steady beat that sounds in my ears... like a warning in the fog. The door is shut.

During my absence... death stopped by... hello

It matters not ~ the attribute you leave behind. Is it something I need; something I can use; something that glorifies Creation? It matters not ~ it is enough that it remains, and makes me smile.


YOU! a role model of a tree standing tall imparting life to a young generation.
YOU! a fragile flower representing a calm nature I long to imitate.
YOU, two, made me smile ~

that tall tree


Like a tall tree standing ~ in the sun
Limbs lifted for nourishment
Tears from on high flow
New seeds sprout from down below
We give our love in fulfillment
To see our offspring standing tall ~ in the sun

buried at sea

This morning I closed my eyes imagining a scene at the beach. Flowers were floating along the foam; some caught by the undertow; some  in spaces of gentle waves; some moving outward into the large body of ocean. 

Such peacefulness... would I finally reach it? 

One by one as the flowers sank I felt sad at having to let them go. Would I swim out to re-gather them if I could? Silly me, a re-gather would bring back the sorrows with the joys. 

In my mind the flowers float on. So many flowers. So many years. So much pain. So much love. I can be as fragile as the ocean's foam, or as strong as its mightiest wave. 

Gone one week? Feels like a month!

Like watching a backhoe digging a hole, I prepared myself to be bored by my simple no cable, no internet, no phone, life. Nothing could be further from the truth... as my days became filled with renewed interests in projects. No, I wasn't going to sit back in my yard's wheel barrow and watch nature... become one with the dirt. No sir or madam; "dcrelief" was on an adventure that proved to bring rewards of wisdom... and a new, improved brick/block wall design for my back patio area.

I stood on the patio having placed the last block... for the day. My hands with tiny cuts and scrapes begged for a new job; a vacation of sorts which did not include rough surface contact. Hmmm? Go forth and write to your blog!

"Dear Blog,
What treasures will you lead me to as I return? Even if my blog pals are gone and not to be found, I will read every post because they are loved. ~And because I've come to love them too, my desire to understand their writings is the catalyst that feeds my adventures... here and elsewhere."


PS. Do any of my pals know how to lay curved cement blocks so that they blend harmoniously?

Be back when I can

Hello and what a time I've had! If not for all of those who read, comment, or just float by... 'dcrelief' would be empty of laughter and love.

Rather than run up a big financial bill with my internet services, I have chosen to disconnect. As other things might complicate and accumulate to this make decision... it is the right decision. I don't think I ever viewed having internet as a 'luxury'. Too bad.... however, it is possible that life continues without it. :)

The length of time that I'll be away is unknown. Unfortunately my service also includes television and telephone... all will be disconnected on March 12, 2013. Short notice I agree, but my choice is made in wisdom. Owing anyone or company is not my favorite thing.

To date I must consider, first, the hospitals and doctors I owe for last year's seven hospital visits, and of course that big surgery. Seems one can ever have enough health insurance. Recent changes here have lessened the help I was receiving; deductibles and copays have increased for me.

Don't cry for me Argentina!!  It might be a couple to three months... hopefully back on here before anyone really notices. Let's pretend I'm on a "dcrelief world tour".

Simply said: Be back when I can.

some answers are not answers at all

Some answers are not answers at all...

Pretend you did what I did. First find a roommate to supplement the household income,  thereby, supposedly, enhancing the quality of life. (Yours not theirs, per Se.) About halfway through the first month's experience things get rocky. You then choose a second roommate, hoping the budget would recoup the first roommate's financial shortfall...  and now(!) the budget and I (or you) would be smiling... again. {not}

A friend once told me... "people see my kindness as a weakness, and then take advantage of me." Yes, I do believe I have that self-same stupidity gene. Some might refer to it as being "co-dependent"... in short... if I can take care of you, then I'm a good person. Then I have extra confidence. Then I can slap myself on the back and give me  a few "attaboys". Dixie rules!

It's too long of a story to share, and much too embarrassing to think I have no "street smarts". To become long-winded, telling all, sends me into a state of tears. It's difficult for me to fathom people being so manipulative.  Having no "street smarts," or worldly savvy has become the best joke on me. (Um, people are disrespectful because they have the right to be?) Miss Manners has just killed over from shock.  (No conversation? No debate?)

A changing world... a changing country... a change in attitude that produces animal-like minds...
hearts...
songs...
words...
Can we hate something or someone enough? There plenty of room to bash people around. Plenty of room to hate. Keep going... will they change me?

When I heard myself yelling to no one there: "get out of my house!" I got worried. It takes courage to admit the weakness I feel. It takes confidence to tell another, "in spite of my kindness, which you see as weakness, get out of my house." Just you watch closely as the tears are drying up, and a monster wants to get loose.  I don't do monsters; could be a first. Then again I can retreat to my little blog where polite people visit, and feed me with the best things of life: faith, hope, and love.

"You have not because you ask not...."
Would someone send me a digital attitude reflector suit?
Some answers are not answers at all... they're just thoughts.

a day with snow

It's been a while since I've walked through 'blog-land'. My life has been full of good things, and a couple of misadventures. All is mostly well, and I hope everyone else is having a break from issues or troubles. And don't we all need a break?!

For about a month I thought I might be in love. Yes your's truly, 'dcrelief,' looking through those pesky rose colored glasses. I had my mind's eye fixed on a large box of chocolates. Might I also receive a romantic valentine card??? Alas, the cheap trick fooled me. Anyone wanting to write me a 'poor baby' comment is most appreciated. Boo-hoo, if that makes it easier.

I'm sitting here typing whatever comes to mind. Hold on... (fight the blank)... I'm back.

Friday evening it began to snow, oh my, what a beautiful snow. Sorry houseless people but it was so lovely watching those huge flakes kick in. The photo is of the park near me, but I took it some time ago. My camera is still on the fritz. It's kinda tough because this snow was even prettier than then. According to the news we got three inches. Not bad, but the streets were clear and the meltdown began the next morning.

Is it me or does this sound a bit lacking in energy??! I loved it. Tossed out lots of seeds for the birds and they were everywhere. All colors... something I don't normally see in winter.

I'll get back to that 'cheap trick' another day... it's a story. xx

The Luv Moth, er, month?

                                       Image by Dr. Arthur Anker


Time for the serious love month. Visions of Reese's pieces dance through my head. What the heck, leftover chocolate covered cherries from Christmas will suffice. Something that says ~ LOVE. Then again, who decided that giving chocolate means giving love?

The "Poodle Moth" inhabits Venezuela. I find it to be grotesquely beautiful. Hey, how about creating a stuffed one for the LOVE month? Really those little golden antennae are so alarmingly charming; eyelashes even Lady Gaga would be envious of. Such a face that only a mother would love... the moth, not Gaga! Yet ~ am I too old for stuffed animals and creatures? It has that "Pokemon" look.

I thought about having an affair, a wild fling, but the only place open without reservation is the Monkey cage at the zoo. There might definitely be some flinging going on... yea, sure, but is it done in LOVE? Must google wikipedia to verify.

Where are the good old days when you went to a mountain top chalet, complete with Jacuzzi, melting pot of chocolate and ripe, red strawberries?? You wined and dined and had a very good time. Lots of smooches here ~ lots of smooches there ~ before you know it ~ you drown from exhaustion?? (Remember you're spending the time in a Jacuzzi)(smile).

Alas... maybe I'll mail myself an invitation to a mountain top chalet. While I'm waiting for delivery, I'll make myself a poodle moth doll. Once I get the chalet address I'll wire flowers, chocolate, and a gift card from Victoria's secret. That's it... a healthy dose of LOVE for me.

Okay. So if you want to come along, make your own poodle moth doll; the chocolate is on me! LOL.

Wisdom

(Image appears to be manipulated - artist unknown.)


Once upon a time I was crossing this huge meadow and came across a cow, who spoke to me:  "Mmmooommm, what are you doing in my pasture?"

"I'm going to see the tree of wisdom."(smile)

"MmmMMmm, very well, you may cross the pasture."

La-la-la, fiddle-dee, I danced around and around and around... a strange looking tree. Looking at me, it spoke: "You are approaching the great forest. I am the tree of wisdom and yet,  I cannot ascertain 'why' you approach?"

"Oh tree of wisdom, I long to touch the sky; feel the sunlight upon my face; feel peaceful in a world of counting woes." I spread my arms wide in mimic of angelic wings.

The tree smiled: "How will you do these things? Or have you come to the tree of wisdom to assist your quest?"

"Yes, I know what to do, and yes I need your assistance." Seeing a smirk on its face I hesitated,  but then from within, arose a rush of courage.

"I would climb to the top and sit among your tallest branches. Peace would enter my heart as I bathe in the sunshine. Sunlight drawing me to a standing position where I might begin to touch the sky."

A most solemn expression it displayed and asked, "The tree of wisdom is forbidden to touch; you know this. You will surely die. How would I assist you?"

"As the sunlight draws, my arms will stretch upward, and I will to leap from your safety. Please allow your branches to embrace me. Gently, slowly, guiding me to the ground that I may die upon it; nourishing the roots of your being."

"Very well; see you on the return flight."

"What?" .....................

Rabble-Babble-Ramble

rabble           - tumultuous crowd
babble           -indistinct, meaningless words
ramble           -to walk aimlessly, digress

A life with problems and issues; who hasn't lived that yet? Who, I ask, has missed a morning waking to the sound of your brain, laughing? Knowing full well that the very moment your eyelids curl back toward you forehead... 'it's on.'  Rabble, babble, ramble, and what?

Meanwhile your innard parts are hoping something has miraculously changed while you slept. That crazy elbow you love so much is achy. Your trick knee has turned on the stage light... the show will go on.  And how in the world could you have dreamed you were sitting on a commode?

You might be in this awkward shape for a bit; good thing you set the coffee pot alarm.  You did add water, right?  Yes, of course you did... twice. This funk must stop. There will be solutions.

Casually you walk over to the double paned, double-doored, windows; a beautiful sun is rising. You can't help but throw them wide open to the world; accidentally throwing yourself through the windows. Now passing floor number 3, you realize your mistake but take a moment to wave to Mrs. Archer. She makes the best........... and you've landed.

Then again, maybe you're still dreaming. Oh look, the commode is right where you left it; ahhhh.

Bill discusses taxes

Hello, my name is Bill and I'm new at this posting stuff, however there's a message for most. Get comfy and I'll wait for your return, in say, one minute.

It's often uncomfortable discussing tax bills. I'm sent to distract most from outrageous hysterics. After all there are people waiting for your cheque/check.

Just for shoots & giggles... I'm a cockatiel, a crested Australian parrot. Someone kidnapped me and brought me here, to the land of freedom(?), but I don't pay taxes. Nope, no "Tax Bill" for me.

One of the most popular things to do is attached your bill to my cage. Every time you hear me pecking, 'tap, tap, tap,' you're reminded that the Tax bill is due.

Aw, the Mrs. is up so I'm going to fix her breakfast now. I suppose after last night she's feeling a bit taxed herself. Any way, pay those taxes so I can stop pecking on the paper bill.

dc's fireside chat

Oh, what profound thoughts can be thunk of in the presence of a glowing fireplace. I doth leap, and lop, and lope around within my brain. Each tiny blue flame exists as a reminder that life is anything but cold. Yes, the blueness of it seems cold, but just you put your hand within; $#^@!#!!q34urhhkk....(hot right?)

Glorious thoughts of a thousand sand flies storm into the face of dreaming. Like moths to a flame, they cling momentarily, go zit, zit, zit, and then no more. Good heavens I've forgotten the chocolate fondue. ~And~ I failed to close the fire screen; no sand flies tonight.  Their crunchy goodness brings childhood memories of chocolate covered ants. I simply didn't thunk this through. Ah, popcorn! Now we'll continue 'dc's fireside chat'.

Is it the comfort of the fire that provokes having a little snack. One of my favorite comfort foods is ice cream. Ice cream and a roaring fire equal, milkshake. A couple of more logs and we'll serve hot cocoa.

I must confess I never use pine logs; their sap kind of scares me. All that resin might set my fireplace on fire. It would certainly dampen the business of fireside chats; making this chat... one of one. So there's a profound thought.

There's a nice shiny glow on the walls' wood paneling. Easy to make shadow images... la, la, la,la, see the little finger point at you. It's a bird... no, it's a plane... no, it's a finger!! Wow, do profound thoughts encourage profound behavior? Thunk on that, and I'll return for another one of: 'dc's fireside chat'. (Oh, chocolate covered popcorn is outrageous. I may be sick.)

This is mostly a true story.

My New Year's Revolution

Did I mean resolution? Revelation?  Restitution? Rasputin? Rumpelstiltskin?

No, the good ole eleventh-hour Congress has saved the Hill... Capitol Hill, that is. "Fiscal Cliff" be hanged. Let's call it a day and go out for a snowball fight. (Hey, watch that guy on the far right; I think he's packing a rock in the center.)

Then again this might be one of those "G-30" summit meetings. Give a shout out if there's someone you recognise from your hometown! (Takes an 'act' of congress to find out what those meetings are truly about.)

Thanks for reading. I had a polly-waddy political moment. It's over now. There you go!

Happy New Year ~ 2013

Thank you for joining me during 2012. Your comments and visits are always welcome!

Berries ~ red

On the limb with berries ~ red
Nibble fast you sleepyhead.
Winter waits for no one here.
Have a munch, then give a cheer!

I don't have to hibernate.
It's always nice to stay awake.
With berries ~ red I dearly love
to sit among these limbs above.

Good sleep, I wish to Sam and Clay.
My appetite bids me to stay.
When I am done I'll rest my head
and dream about the berries ~ red.

Ask

A glowing fire - encouraging thought.

"...you have not because you ask not."

This partial sentence comes from a biblical source. You may recognize it from The Book/The Bible; it is placed within Chapter 4, verse 2. It has been a challenge for me to find understanding of this. Ironically the more humble I become, the clearer the statement becomes. I'm not asking that any should look at this book and read this for themselves. My goal is simply to write what has risen within my heart. That is the reason for my blog after-all. I write about what has come to me, and invite others to share their own life experiences.

Ah, another year approaches and do I have a resolution or two? I am still walking the path that presented itself years ago. The difference being, I am willing to take it slower, enjoying the beauty either side of this path offers. Some may say, "stop and smell the roses," a common phrase, but I want my eyes to embrace the full view. Starting at the ground and whatever season arrives; to glory in tiny spring shoots, summer lushness, autumn's fallen leaves, or winter snow drifts. Then gazing upward toward skies of blue, grey, or midnight blue... I want to see and love every moment I can. So I ask that I might embrace all of life, without worldly cares to weight my soul.

Should you also be celebrating a new year at this time, please know I bid you well. The spirit within me would have you know it, but that's another thing for another time, perhaps. With a true and loving motive, ask so that you might have.

Thank you for reading. Happy New 2013!

Evergreen

Along the trail of snow ~ the sun begins to fade.
The golden rays' last glow ~ are covered by the shade.

Another day is gone ~ and put to rest for now.
Yon Christmas lights and song ~  align on every bough.

As darkness paints the night ~ the evergreen stands tall.
I pray with all my might ~ that beauty touches all. 

A way in(side) a manger

Ten gazillion pictures showing the baby Jesus in a straw-filled wooden box. Christmas cards, wrapping paper, and little nativities... straw/wood... what?

This photo on the Internet shocked me. I had no idea what a manger really looked like, much less what it was used for... back in the day(?) I don't know; maybe today they are still used to feed and/or water the animals. That is their purpose... and ideal for a sleeping child that needs a crib. And then there's the song:

"Away in a manger no room for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay."

Aha! A hay-filled rock-hewn manger for the small person who'd provide the world a way. A way to love. A way to hope. A way to live within the coming Kingdom of God. So the babe grew up and went about, describing the Kingdom of God. That's the gospel and most seem to have forgotten or simply don't know it.

My stuff gets real tired listening to Sunday school teachings of the same old, same old thing. I feel like jumping up from my chair and shouting out: "Why are we constantly relearning the same thing from year to year?" I'm beginning to understand why Jesus went on 'tour' so to speak. Because there's 'a way' that came out of that manger and moved onward toward life, I am enabled to move on too.

Thanks for reading.

I smell commercialism

["In the early 17th century, a wave of religious reform changed the way Christmas was celebrated in Europe. When Oliver Cromwell and his Puritan forces took over England in 1645, they vowed to rid England of decadence and, as part of their effort, cancelled Christmas. By popular demand, Charles II was restored to the throne and, with him, came the return of the popular holiday. "]  { http://www.thehistoryofchristmas.com/ch/in_america.htm }

 ~and now onward to America. Let's pause for the cause of Santa Claus! C'mon, put your HANDS together for the guy in the RED suit...........! An exclusive 'dcrelief' removal of the rose colored glasses:

http://www.thehistoryofchristmas.com/ch/in_america.htm

And just for fun:

http://youtu.be/bgFSSPlzBl4

Cold milk and strawberry cream cheese scones will be waiting ~

Living through Christmas ~ time

A friend shared a video titled, "Where's the line to see Jesus?" It's about a child at a shopping mall who sees all the children in line to see Santa Claus. The youngster has brought a gift, but there's no one there to accept it. He goes from adult to adult with the same question: "Where's the line to see Jesus?"

Experts claim the real birthday is September 11, 3BC; also known at that year as "The Feast of Trumpets." Ever since that time only tragic events have taken place on that date. Hmm?

http://www.askelm.com/news/n060911.htm


http://www.simpletoremember.com/vitals/Christmas_TheRealStory.htm

Musical interlude: Sounds of the season

Sounds of the season... coming at me and I listen with joy to many artists. This is a new group and I hope you enjoy them as much as I. 

What are you favorite sounds of the winter season?

Autumn and then...

Walking; the cold wind cuts through the trees;
the chill threatens to stop my adventure
but I am on my way, kicking leaves aside,
my smiles directed at the sky.

It's still Autumn; 
Winter wants to surprise me.

Standing; the cold wind commands the leaves
to fall as if a slow snow, accumulating in drifts.
Each move I make, crunch, crunch, crunch;
I am a child once more.

It's still Autumn;
Winter wants to surprise me.

image:  www.wallpapers.cz

November Thoughts & Stuff

My studio window faces my backyard. There is so much life there and I am blessed to see its existence.  Just last week an 8 point buck stared back at me for ten minutes. At the same time he watched his mate standing at my gazebo nibbling on hydrangea leaves. Beautiful creatures and I felt privileged to be allowed the view. One of those times I'm reminded to get my camera back on line.

Are you in awe of leaves that seem to change colors daily? Certainly this time of year finds me staring out the window to see what's new. Then there's the often copulating chipmunks. I can't help but notice when I'm watching the leaves fall like a snow storm. And when it's not them, there are squirrels doing the nature thing too. "Oh look, there's a purple leaf, and oh my goodness... is this the third time for that squirrel?" I'd almost think the leaves are blushing.

"Thanksgiving" is upon us and I want to stay home; travel and arm (injury) are not in sync yet. I'm one of those people who like to drive myself when I can on holidays. Then I don't find myself at the mercy of some one's time schedule. Are you like that?

As usual I'll watch the very early "Macy's Day Parade" live, from New York City. I'll still be listening for the phone to ring and hear my Mom say: "Hey did you see that float? You gotta see this float? Go look and call me back."  If the phone rings I know it won't be her, (being deceased some 15 years). But don't think that this gets me down or depressed; just the opposite as I realize those times are engraved upon my heart. No one can ever take them away.

Gee, on Friday is my birthday. I'm getting older. I'm thinking to visit the park nearby me and see how the trees there are looking. I hope the little red fox is still alive and living there. The best gift is downtime with nature for a companion. HB to me!

I do hope whatever you are doing this week or perhaps celebrating this week, you'll have joy, peace and love surrounding you.  Time to read more blogs. Many blessing wished to my blogging pals. Bye for now ~

Dwelling

Dwelling:  as in a habitat or residence... and dwelling: to ponder or focus one's attention on a subject. Therefore it was quite interesting to find I was dwelling on my dwelling. I'm not unique in this, no certainly not, but the solutions to my dwelling needs took some serious dwelling time to find what I needed... to dwell in peace.

Within two weeks I've been sent two roommates! You know me and my mantra: "God supplies all my needs." The Creator and I had had a couple of conversations about how I could show more love toward the people in my community. I didn't hear any voices... didn't see any burning bushes... but still I felt my Creator had the best answer. Oh sure I was getting a bit angry because I thought it was taking too long to find any solutions... I'm human and my will wants even when it's not time to receive. I think most people lose patience at times too, just like me.

The first roommate arrived and had a limited cash flow. She's a student and relies on a scholarship. So we agreed to subsidize her rent funds with household chores and food stamps. A great pairing of ideas and a peaceful existence has been found for both of us.

The second roommate is a young male who plays in a band and needs quiet time during the day to sleep. He was able to offer the complete cash flow needed. He also receives free laundry and food. After a week here he says he is quite happy.

So all my dwelling led to the acceptance of other people dwelling here. I had complete cable television and internet put in all rooms. Everyone uses the same laundry shoot; clothes are delivered back to their rooms within a day. Most importantly I find I have love for these two people and am very glad they came my way; and they think they are the lucky ones!

That's what has been happening behind the scenes at my dwelling. Have you been dwelling on something that needs a solution?

First touch ~

Frost you touched my cheek
Icy hot then cold.

A long slow tingling, 
on skin of Autumn gold.

Leaves of many shapes
dusted in your drift.

Icy leaves mingle
ensnared by your gift.

A winter prelude 
to the forest's first glow.

Has warmed my cheek
with thoughts of sweet snow.

A carousel of celebrations

November 2012

Thursday, November 1, 2012
All Saints Day (Christian)
This day honors known and unknown saints.
Monday, November 12, 2012
*BIRTH OF BAHA’U’LLAH (Bahá’í)
Born as Mirza Husayn’ Ali, into one of the leading noble families of Persia in 1817.  His Arabic title means ‘The Glory of God’.
Tuesday, Novemberber 13, 2012
**DEEPAWALI (Diwali) (Hindu, Sikh, Jain)
This is the start of the Hindu New Year.  It symbolizes the victory of good over evil.  It is also known as the “Festival of Lights”, where lamps are lit to symbolize hope for humanity.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
**Al-Hijra (Islamic New Year) (Islam)
This observance takes place on the first day of Muharram, the month that Muhammad emigrated from Mecca to Medina in 622 CE (the Hijra). This holiday is also known as Muharram.
Sunday, November 24, 2012
**Ashura (Tenth of Muharram) (Islam)
Ashura in Arabic means “ten”, signifying the 10th day of Muharram in the Islamic calendar and marks the climax of the Remembrance of Muharram.

December 2012

Sunday, December 2, 20112
Advent (First Sunday) (Christian)
The Christian Church year begins with advent (meaning coming or arrival), which is also a time when Christians prepare to celebrate the birth of Christ.
Sunday, December 8, 2012
Bodhi Day (Rohatsu) (Buddhism)
This day commemorates the date of Siddhartha Gautama’s realization and presentation of the Four Noble Truths.
Sunday, December 9-Sunday, December 16, 2012
*Hanukkah (Fest of Lights) (Jewish)
In approximately 164 B.C, the Maccabees, a small group of Jews fighting for religious freedom, won victory over the Syrians.  Upon returning to the Temple, they found only one jar of oil to light the eternal light. In spite of the shortage of oil, the eternal light stayed lit for eight days. A special eight-branched candelabrum known as a menorah is lit over this period to celebrate the eight day miracle.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Christmas Day (Christian)
On this day, Christians honor the birth of Jesus Christ over 2000 years ago.  This is the most widely observed Christian festival of the year.  People celebrate it by exchanging gifts, decorating homes and communities with lights and ornaments, and attending parties and meals.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Eastern Orthodox Christmas (Eastern Orthodox)
Members of the Eastern Orthodox Christian Church celebrate the birth of Jesus of Nazareth on this day

Wednesday, December 26, 2012 - Thursday, January 1, 2013
Kwanzaa (African/Interfaith)
Wanting to encourage African-Americans to celebrate and honor their rich heritage, Professor Maulana Karenga founded Kwanzaa in 1966. The holiday, which means ‘first fruit’ in Swahili, is made up of seven principles: unity, self-determination, working together, sharing, purpose, creativity, and faith.  Seven basic symbols and two supplemental ones: mazao (crops), mkeka (mat), kinara (candle holder), muhindi (corn), mishumaa Saba (seven candles), kikombe cha umoja (unity cup), zawadi (gifts), bendera (flag), nguzo saba poster (poster of the seven principles) communicate these values. Candles are lit on each consecutive night in a seven-branched candelabrum; each lighting represents the seven principles of Kwanzaa. Black, red and green symbolize Kwanzaa.  Black represents the people, red signifies their struggle, and green stands for the future and the hope that emanates from the struggle.

Soon, after the sunrise

Where does the day lead... after the sun rise? Morning finds me cheering my spirit on: a new day, lots of minutes, new moments to experience, and how many times will I laugh? I don't wish to cry, but it's a possibility, and, 1...2...3...back to the music I love. Soon.

Even rainy days find me walking the land I now own. God help me dress it and keep it, as if my own little garden of life  were always here. Changing leaves of all the trees circle my home like a great salad... and I am the last large tomato of the summer! The glory of Autumn or what I've always known as 'The Fall'  fills my lungs with a crisp air... and the last scent of honeysuckle.  I head towards my studio where musical inspiration accompanies my morning's visual beauties. Such treasures so fresh in my mind and stirring the depths of  awe I feel; only music releases the morning's pickings. After the sun rise... I write. Soon.

I leave you with one of the many musical choices that stirs the writing spirit within me.  Where does the day lead... after the sun rise? I wait to know. Soon.

make sure there's a fairy

My niece requested a painting of yourself, and, oh, make sure there's a fairy!

Click on picture to enlarge... see it all. Thanks.

all hands on deck... eventually

I'm so grateful I cut my own hair two weeks ago! What?

What do you do when something happens that makes you sad? Hmm, here's an example. Five days ago I fell asleep in my new office chair. Slumped over putting pressure on my right side shoulder, arm, and hand. When I awoke my hand wouldn't move in an upward position. Looks similar to a dog's when it stands on it's hind legs begging; a limp paw. And since the exact same thing happened to my left arm two weeks before this event... I suspected a pinched nerve in my neck. So while I am still taking therapy for the broken, but healing shoulder, I have added therapy for my neck.

The hobbies are all on hold. I wait to return to my usual humble self. Just so you'll know when I post something really simple, even more simple than my usual simple... it's not because I'm on vacation. I'm simply limp. Meanwhile, should you notice a repeat post from the past... forgive the action.

I know... no more sleeping in the office chair.  And what to do because this result makes me sad? Chalk it up as another life experience. Look for positives things that can only happen because this did. May sound strange, but I often think bad comes along for me to have empathy for others, or some unknown measure of learning provokes another to challenge their direction. Or maybe I need to slow down a bit.

How about you? How do you deal with the sad things?

Bye for now ~

Assemble Congress; I'll wait

Monastery 249

An evening before Halloween I drew the shades tightly,
The thoughts in my head did bother me slightly.
A moon that I feared was cast all in green,
the eeriest moon that I'd ever seen.

The clouds in grey shadows flew like the ghosts
and dipped to the ground as unwelcome hosts.
Ooh, went the wind as they flew over the trees.
The wails of their cries ~ I fell to my knees.

You can't get inside I yelled through the window.
'Tis Halloween's eve ~ you're all hung in limbo.
Attendants came rushing and as they drew near,
I screamed at the ghosts: "We all mad in here."

Hahahahaha ~ hahahhahaha ~ hahahaha!
oooohhhhh ~oooohhhh ~ hahahahaha!



(No offense intended.)

Market meet

Market time! Going to market for some fresh stuff and fresh air. Mark my words; "we'll have fun!" What's in your wallet? Be sure to bring some spending money. Warning to shopaholics: pay the mortgage first.

Down the highway, then through the countryside, many venues of Autumn stalls fill the roadside. Treasure abounds and that's where I go when Autumn comes. Crisp cool air greets my journey and I'm excited to travel.

Pumpkins and flowers... a visual treat and can I copy that masterpiece for my own front yard display? Of course. Orange is the color for unity and brotherhood. Think about the Buddhist monks that wear the orange robes. In my yard it will look like a bit of peace; something we all need.

I spied a concrete bench to place in the yard so I can sit and enjoy my display. It's small but weighs a lot, so wherever I place it will be the viewing vantage point for a long time. Besides the old wooden bench  has finally gone the way of debris. Out it goes to the side of the road where limbs and bagged leaves will also appear soon.

Market time! So many people to enjoy. It's like I 'know' everyone there... and they know me. We swap tips on planting, painting, and thousands of other ideas. One giant family of market-goers converge in a universe of Autumn!

Here in the states there's so much isolation today. People work twice as hard to survive, never getting out much to be with humanity. The weather is a big factor for the summer. High heat discourages outdoor anything. We've become so sensitive to the elements. As the old saying goes: "If you don't use it, you'll soon lose it." Therefore the Fall or Autumn of the year is a better choice for some to leave their cozy couches... and computers. If nothing else, I now have 16 new Facebook friends! LOL. Might as well isolate in the summer heat with people I've actually met. That's a switch. Bye for now.

Monday funny

So, what's your favorite treat? Is it candy, pie, cake, or something more substantial like spaghetti??

Celebrating 23 years!

I 'loved' alcohol and drugs. I did. I did.  No, I was addicted. But I was considered a 'productive member' of society so who cared if I was bashed half of the time? Bashed and yet looking for the next dose of something. That's is until one Christmas I found myself calling 'round to see what, if anything, my friends had for me to use. That was the beginning of a downward spiral that stopped October 5, 1989.


This year on the fifth I will celebrate 23 years being 'clean and sober'. I earned my chair at the meetings I chose to attend. It is one of the greatest moments for me... more important that my 'navel' birthday! No regrets.

My wish is that everyone has a chance to challenge and change things that hold them back.  The very best to us all.

Jaye Nolan... Britain's Got Talent # 3

Hello. Today's post is something I don't normally do. My usual blah contains the essence of me, me, and more me. And I suppose maybe I am doing a bit of the same thing... because I like this lady's spirit and work. Jaye has allowed me to post her recent interview. Give a listen if you will. For those of you who live in Great Britain there are lots of opportunities headed your way... with Jaye!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNlDhHfd7Z0&feature=youtu.be

http://www.the-rhythm-of-life.com/

http://jayenolan.blogspot.com/

http://jayenolan.com/

http://paper.li/scattyjan

What's happening Sept-Oct. 2012

September 2012

Monday, September 17-Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Rosh Hashanah (Jewish)
Begins previous sundown at 6:00 pm. Observed for two days. Literally, "Head of the Year" marks the first and second day of the Jewish New Year and the anniversary of the creation of the world.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012
**Ganesh-Chaturthi (Hindu)
This day commemorates the god Ganesh, one of Hindu’s major deities.  Ganesh is known as the ‘Remover of All Obstacles’, and is called upon at the start of all new undertakings.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Yom Kippur (Jewish)
The Day of Antoment is the holiest and most solemn of all days in the Jewish year.

Saturdayday, September 29, 2012
St. Michael and All Angels (Christian)
This feast, also known as Michaelmas, is associated with the beginning of autumn and the shortening of days because it falls near the equinox.  St Michael is one of the principal angelic warriors and was seen as a protector against the dark of night.

October 2012

Monday- Sunday, October 1-7, 20112
*Sukkot (Feast of Tabernacles) (Jewish)
Sukkot celebrates both the harvest, as well as the 40 years that the children of Israel wandered in the desert.  Sukkot is one of the three major holidays, together known as the Shloshet ha-Regalim (three pilgrim festivals), and represents historically when the Jewish traveled to the Temple in Jerusalem.

Monday, October 8, 2012
*Shemini Atzeret (Jewish)

Tuesday, October 9, 2012
*Simchat Torah (Jewish)
This joyful holiday, “rejoicing the Torah” marks the beginning of the year-long reading of the Torah.  The Torah, which is also known as the Five Books of Moses, means "teaching," "instruction," or "law" in Hebrew.

Tuesday, October 16-Tuesday, October 23, 2012
**Navaratri (Hindu)
This translates as ‘nine nights’, starting on the new moon and ending on Dussehra.  This celebration is dedicated to the goddess of Durga who had nine incarnations and has the power to destroy demons.

Sunday, October 23, 2012
**VIJAYA DASAMI (Last day of Navaratri)
This festival is celebrated on the tenth day of the Hindu month, Ashwina, and is the last of the 10-day annual festival of Navaratri. The festivities celebrate the victory of the forces of Good over Evil. It is also considered a day to begin new things in life.

Friday, October 26-Monday, October 29, 2012
**Eid-al-Adha (Feast of the Sacrifice) (Islam)
Including the Hajj, this three-day festival celebrates Abraham’s test of obedience to Allah (God) when he was asked to sacrifice his son Ismael.  At the last minute, Allah replaced Ismael with a lamb.

So there you go... with more to come...

Wok this way

Inside my mind was a brilliant blog... waiting to be typed. Waiting to be consigned, and confined to the screen of word pad. A totally hysterical piece of work; I was already snickering with delight. But then I awoke and the said idea had left me.

My dream contained an adventure to go on. Far, far away and across the universe. But where exactly did I go and what did I do? Those were after all the main points of the story. The problem I'm having at the moment is listening to Aerosmith (in my head) singing: "Walk this way." Yet the photo is of an Ewok... what's the deal? Hmmm? E-wokked this way?

There are times when I'd love an adventure. Not the big travelogue stuff, but just a small overnight excursion. I might even possibly meet a tall, dark, and handsome stranger. And he would help me to use comas correctly. Oh no, now the Moody Blues are singing, "I know you're out there somewhere." Mind you all of these songs come up into my brain at the drop of a word. Does anyone else have this problem?

Finally I thought(smile) that maybe I would share a recipe. Wok this way?! I really have no desire to develop what cooking skills I have. Let's face it: whatever it was that I sat down to type has gone and refuses to reappear. I could use this as a description of how Fibromyalgia woks the cognitive skills. It takes all my thoughts and tosses them like a salad. Physically, it's like having the flu 24/7. "We're gonna wok, wok, wok, around the clock tonight."(Stop the music.)

So, there you go. If you're confused after reading this just think about where I'm at. And if you have any idea  'where' that is, leave a comment to let me know. Until then I'll pull on my boots... yes you know... "These boots were made for wokking."

Well it's not funny, yet what I wrote is the truth. Thank you!