Bearing it

A little bear has awaken his siblings to come out and enjoy the freshly fallen snow! Their responses are within parentheses. Ah, family dynamics... alive and... oh well!

~ OH, what a sweet little snow. Charlotte's first!
(What is snow?)
(Who is Charlotte?)

~ Such a lovely dusting; note the fluffy clouds rolling in.
(This is why we left the cave?)

~ Ahh, smell the sweetness of the pine!
(Of the limb up my behind?)

~ Brothers and sisters, this is our ancient way to live.
(Uh, maybe you, but I've got cable.)

~ Don't you feel the connection to the forest?
(We're all in one tree; you're kidding?)
(What's a forest?)

~ It's time to climb back down and forage for nuts.
(Charley's has a hotcake breakfast special.)
(I got a spanked once for foraging Mom's name.)

~ Oh, c'mon guys, this is an adventure!
(Menu choices at Charley's; that's an adventure.)
(Maple syrup.)
(Strawberries and cream.)
(Sausage patties.)
(Gravy biscuits.)
(Blueberries.)

~ Blueberries? Okay, I'll go. Forget the snow!

My flighty valentine

If love is not enough... here's a flower!

I will always love you~always

                            

Remembering

My gathering of thoughts
akin to picking flowers,
released into the wind
and scattered within hours.

Thoughts  are nurtured, given space,
 I'm free to change my mind.
Akin to living  flowers, in a vase
of grace, divine.                                           

I am heeled!!

The 'Fibro-fog' was with me as I headed for the store.
I was gazing at the shoes before I opened up the door.
Gorgeous colors everywhere with heights that seemed surreal.
Then slipping on the suede red boots I felt that I'd been heeled!

I am heeled!
I am heeled!
Heel, toe, heel, toe~
My back no longer hurts.

Takes some time to get used to the walk that says it all.
A lady standing next to me said to make my high steps small.
I danced around the store like a kid with happy shrills.
Good wishes to the maker as I know that I am heeled.

I am heeled!
I am heeled!
Heel, toe, heel, toe~
My back no longer hurts.

Scattered

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

I stand and look out upon the green and snow and trees...

so close I can touch them, with my mind.

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

awaiting the flight I will take, with my mind.

How much has my inner person grown!?

How much joy can I contain!?

You who took my anger and confusion and illusion...

wrapped in a stripe from me to you, in my mind.

Like an eagle I climb high with soaring 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 wisdom and faith.

If

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

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...

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

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

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

The last tree

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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