08/31/2020

anticipation 

1a) a prior action that takes into account or

forestalls a later action

1b) the action of looking forward, pleasurable

expectation 

2a) visualization of a future event or state

2b) an object or form that anticipates a later type

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I sooooo need another word! Anticipation is

clearly NOT working! She left for surgery this

morning at 5:30. I worry as any mother would,

but I have that supreme ability to take any 

given word to the SUPERLATIVE level!!!

I want her finished! I long for her to be OUT!!

I need for her to be HEALED!!!

I am sooooo DONE!!! . . . and it's not even 

about me! Get her the hell out of that hospital

already! Okay, back up, start over, be civil

and maybe even a tad reasonable!

Hell, I'm even praying here! You sooooo don't

even want to know the words I'm using . . . 

have you ever heard of blackmailing God?! 

Didn't think so!!!

It's alright. God forgives everything! (I hope!)

dear god in heaven

hallowed thy many names

protect my daughter 

08/30/2020

Anticipation says it all! Sometimes, I

actually believe it to be the best part

There's really nothing wrong with the

whole 'beginning, middle, end' thing.

It's just that there's something basically

satisfying about anticipation, beginnings

and prep time.

That 'making a list and checking it

twice' . . . yes I know, rather resonates

with x-mas. Then there's the cleaning

thing and I'll never get why I can't have

someone to give me a hand with that!

Add in preparing the meal, chilling 

the wine, lighting the candles; maybe

even lighting some incense! Scents

fill the air . . . and then there's that

whole anticipation thing again.

Finally, you hear a car drive up, doors

slam and then you're running to meet

them,  hugs are exchanged . . . a dream 

come true.

And here I am now . . . in the whole

anticipation part . . . for on the morrow

I get to see my daughter! Life should

ever be so wondrous!

i can hardly wait

longing for the sight of you

anticipation

08/29/2020

Yesterday, I received a gift of peaches

from a dear friend of mine. I raised

one to my face and was immediately

transported to that sweet childhood  

of innocence. Even made me think of 

those pictures of me as a two year old, 

bathed in peaches from head to toe.

Isn't it interesting how something, happy

or sad, triggers memory. Seems I spent

the day kaleidoscoping through those

love notes of yesteryear. Seeing my first

seven foot bull snake, tasting my first

root beer float . . . loved the ice cream; 

hated the root beer! Climbing to the 

base of Mount Garfield on my father's

back, learning to ride a tandem bike

so my brother could experience the

ride. 

I think I want to go through my book 

of memories and tear out the sorrowful

and leave the wondrous. It's been said

you can choose just which ones you

think about . . . alas, hasn't been my

experience.

exploring my past

yesteryears kaleidoscope

bleeding into now

08/28/2020

I don't have a Master Plan. I'm pretty

much just winging it over here. I use

intuition, oils, chocolates, music and

my bullshit detector to get through

the day and hope for the best.

Enlightened Consciousness 

My heart is heavy . . . it shouldn't be . . .

only yesterday I was beyond thrilled to

have spent a gift of time with my son.

But today is another day . . . I worry

about things . . . my daughter's surgery,

an accidental offense, seeing a bestie

from my childhood after lo these many

years.

Perhaps the sorrowful me, is who I 

truly am, with a bit of joy gifted me

from time to time.

I'm pondering, thinking, obsessing . . .

70 years old and still trying to figure

things out . . . woe is me . . .

help me pray help me

where oh where to find comfort

running out of time

08/27/2020

Sometimes when sorrow overtakes you 

until you can barely cope, the gods give 

you a gift. Yesterday, my son came by 

for a couple of hours and literally saved 

the day.

We sat under the pine by the fountain

and shared a bottle of wine. The rain 

poured down, but the tree broke the 

raindrops enough that we were able 

to stay yet another while.

You would have smiled, had you seen 

us huddled under sarapes, 'round the 

fire, and telling tales out of school.

What a gift! Caught myself thinking

about days of yesteryear, comforting

my little boy after a bad day in school,

some mishap, a fall perhaps. Amazing 

how Father Time has turned to tables . . .

so loving my son

was only ten yesterday

but then so was i

08/26/2020

'I sat with my anger long enough, until she

told me her real name was grief. ~Unknown

This quote sooooo resonates with me. I'm

working on it, but I never, ever seem to

conquer. Why is my life so grief ridden? On

some level, I get it. My special, blind brother

lived a somewhat horrific life until he was 23.

My best friend committed suicide on the

morning of his graduation from med school

My best, best friend's daughter died in a

horrific car accident when she was barely 

sixteen. One of my besties ever, died of  

an unexpected debilitating disease when

I was in high school. Yet another friend of

mine died in his fifties, in his fifties!!! Oh

my fucking god! Who dies in his fifties?!

So hard to understand; you're not supposed 

to die until you're old, infirm, disabled!

You are NOT supposed to die at all, until

I give my permission!!!

Sooooo sorry . . . working on it!

have issues with death

hating the finalities

pray i live so long

08/25/2020

Sometimes I ponder what I have lost

whilst forgetting what I have gained . . .

I'm tired, need my sleep and am angered that

something has awakened me at o' dark 30!

And then I am blest with the moon set and

the sunrise and I wonder why I spent any

energy at all on the mad!

I find myself annoyed that there's nothing

instantly edible to eat out of the fridge. 

I don't feel like cooking, but have to if I

want to eat! And the result is a fab dish

I can hardly get enough of. So why did I

expend the energy on being annoyed?!

It really pisses me off when I have to go

somewhere I don't wish to go. And then,

when I get through being pissy, I find I

enjoy myself immensely. When, oh when

am I going to get the message?!

I can't help but wonder if I'm too old to

learn or if I can kick myself out of the

old paradigms and learn my lessons?!

    - Take life as it comes

    - Enjoy the moment

    - Stop trying to control everything

Come on, make an effort already! Learn!

so longing to grow

some action is required

make the most of life

08/24/2020

Dorothy and I are chanting . . .

    "I want to go home;

    I want to go home;

    I want to go home."

I've said it before and I'll say it again,

Love to go out and about, but so love

going home again!

In thinking about home, I've come to

understand that it's not just those four

walls within which you live . . . Home

is that special, long-awaited phone call.

It's spending quality time with your son,

visiting a few days with your daughter.

Home is that special meal when you're

on the outs. It's a walk in the sun when 

there hasn't been any for days. A late

night under the full moon when your

heart is hurting. And never to forget

reviewing your very own love story.

So yes, I want to go home . . . I'll have

to think just what that means right now!

so want to go home

tis said homes where the heart is

my heart belongs home

08/23/2020

Been pondering comfort foods. I think

it has to do with my stepson spoiling

me with my fave mac 'n cheese! I do

find it interesting that there are times

when nothing else will do. If I look at

it rationally, I realize that those times

have to do with upsets . . . feeling a

tad down, a bit antsy, irritated, low.

Nothing like mac 'n cheese to put

things right. Not quite sure what the

deal is; it just is.

I remember times as a young mother,

one of my kids would need something

special. Tomato soup 'n grilled cheese

sandwiches seemed to do the trick. I

even recall my dad liked to fix warm

milk on toast with a poached egg on

top. Now, there's a dish from yester-

year.

Obviously, it's not just that special

meal or treat that fits the bill. It must

have something to do with a memory

associated with the dish that makes

it so comforting. I'm trying to think

what that must be. Milk and toast

came out when I was sick. The mac

'n cheese I associate with the odd

stressful day. Tomato soup 'n grilled

cheese sandwiches happen to be free

of any adult spices or fringes. Kid-

friendly all the way. That must be it.

And here's me hoping for Miah's mac

'n cheese . . . his speciality and ever

so comforting. The kid's got it down;

make no mistake!

feeling sad today

pray make me something special

so comforts my heart

08/22/2020

I find myself pondering wounded souls

this morning . . . and I am not referring

to just either animals or humans, but

all of us.

I look at those Viet Nam vets who were

never able to recover and are homeless

still today. I see those impoverished by

either divorce or job loss. I see those

with loss of self due to drugs and/or

alcohol.

A deer with the loss of one horn; driven

to an environment it knows nothing about.

Foxes and coyotes with no food . . . and

truly, I have no answers; no solutions.

I absolutely understand that this is not

a proper list. Still, a beginning of sorts

perhaps?! And where do we go from here?

Honor the 'no hunting' time of year? Set

out bales of hay, salt licks, troughs of

water? I do NOT have the answers; don't

even know what's legal . . . but my heart

hurts nonetheless and I find myself utterly

ignorant as to a plan.

I so pray I can be part of the solution

rather than part of the problem.

feel so ignorant

mother please inspire me

may i be of help

08/21/2020

Today, was the gift of the elk . . .

Oh my God, I've never seen anything like it 

before. An entire herd, one bull elk, a young 

bull in the making and a one-horn with the

broken horn hanging down and re-attached.

The majority of the herd, mamas and their

babes. Most had a single offspring, but one

had twins and another triplets, if you can

believe that! Never heard of such a thing.

They were in our front yard, side yard,

back yard, road and surrounding my library.

We sat with them and watched them nigh

onto an hour. I never once felt in danger,

just in love with the moment, the gift, as

it were.

Alas, the cars going by were less patient.

They had places to go, places to be . . .

their loss; make no mistake. What tickled

me was that the elk absolutely refused to

be intimidated. They walked at their pace

and simply were not to be bothered by

anything as ridiculous as cars going by.

From there, a few went up the road, (I bet

they were smirking) and some sacked out

in my yard. All peaceful, chewing their 

cud. I feel like God came down and blest

my day with his very own hand.

may the elk live long

and be bountiful on earth

in my neighborhood

08/20/2020

At o'dark thirty this morning, we had some

special visitors! Just after 4:00, a raccoon

came into the yard and ran the gauntlet of

the stone walk. Just a few minutes later, a

bear comes into view, stands up on his hind

legs and then lopes off like a bat out of hell.

I fear I talk incessantly about our wildlife,

but how could I not?! It is so amazing to

live not far out of town and be privy to so

many visitors. Rather makes me feel loved

by the gods, if not downright special.

I keep a list; what teacher wouldn't?! We've

had 16 different categories of animals visit 

us in the eight years I've owned the cabin. 

Within the categories, there are several

different types . . . which adds to the fun.

We've been fortunate enough to have two

different kinds of wild cats to three kinds

of squirrels, a dozen varieties of birds,

two types of deer and elk by the herd. 

Wow!

Me thinks I'm ever so lucky to find myself 

in my own haven, if not heaven!

so love me my bears

only eclipsed by wild cats

won critter lotto

08/19/2020

The child in me wants to hold my breath

until the goblins, demons and dragons all 

go away. 

I'm certainly no Pollyanna! Yet, I'm not

sure how I'm going to continue coping

with all the bad news sallying forth from

the newscasters and even friends stopping

by and sharing their fears and reactions.

I'm not really going to talk about the news;

there's no point. But, as Pliny the Elder

stated in the days of yesteryear, "Bury your

head in the sand." might be an acceptable

alternative at this point. Add in King James

the First saying, "No news is good news."

and we already have a couple of means for

coping.

Hell, maybe I could come up with one . . .

'Turn off the electricity! Don't answer the

door! Stay away from people! Forget the

cell phone!'

Nah . . . I just need to learn to stomach all 

this and pray I don't become an alcoholic!

in troublesome times

only the strong shall survive

pray i learn to cope

08/18/2020

Today, was a gift of the gods . .  .

Sitting by the pond, enjoying the fountain,

all of a sudden, in flew our fave robin that's

been coming for three years now . . . an

incredibly long life for a robin! Completely

unexpectedly, all of a sudden his mate flew

in and landed nearby. She is, of course, a

robin, but a robin like I have never seen. 

As a female, obviously she is less colorful.

But, she has a heavily speckled chest. I was

in love . . . and then, their daughter joined

us. Exactly like her mother, standing tall

and proffering her beautiful speckled chest

for all and sundry.

One of the things that tickled me, was that

the three of them lined up, in order, each

waiting their turn for sips of water from 

the pool. I was touched by the wonder of

it all. I felt in awe of the moment . . . as 

I said before . . . a gift of the gods!

wonders still exist

so wowed by mama nature

color me in awe

08/17/2020

Our new way of life is finally coming

into clarity.  Indeed we do have to admit 

that life as we knew it, pre-Covid, is no

longer with us . . .

I see the changes all around us. In fact,

we are living the changes. We stick close

to home. Few, few people come by to visit.

Parties as we knew them are a thing of the

past. School attendance is even being 

called into question and alternatives are

being sought. 

Grocery stores are on a list of musts, but

far less often do we go. When we have to

make a break for it, on go the masks. Then

a wipe down when you go into the store.

You check to see whether the cart you're

going to use has been sanitized. The aisles

are one way only. And as only so many 

people are let into the store at a time, the 

place feels deserted. The whole thing has 

an eerie feeling to it. Me thinks we're 

actually living a horror movie.

I get that we'll learn to live with it. Just

look at newscasts, musicians, restaurants,

sports, churches . . . all seeking, finding

alternative ways of trying to stay afloat

and serve their communities.

We can do this! We will adapt!! We will

survive!!!

such sorrow in life

trying coping accepting 

slowly we withstand

08/16/2020

Oh my God! My faoritest cuz in the

entire universe wrote me this morning.

He said I was, 'different and unusual  

in a wonderful way and that our family

hadn't turned out any cookie cutter types'.

Is there any doubt why I so adore him?

We all know the old Harper Lee adage, 

"You can choose your friends but you

sho' can't choose your family." Indeed,

I have chosen my friends and I love

them dearly, but chosen or not, my fam

rocks the big one and I absolutely love

them.

I much lament that time and distance

does not allow for getting together. Alas,

it's down to weddings and funerals for

the odd family reunion. What a shame

that a few inches on the map separates 

us in extreme.  

So, here's to my own fam, so hope this

plague allows us to get together for the

next Gypsies in July; halfway 'twixt

a wedding and a funeral . . .

love my family

missing the hell out of you

distance is a bitch

08/15/2020

At the risk of revealing my age, I have

to say, I miss Walter Cronkite! He was

a man among men; make no mistake.

An investigative reporter, he faithfully

reported the news straight on, with no

fanfare, no embellishments, no lies. 

I make an effort to listen to the news;

I really do. Once in a while, I make it

all the way, but not often. I find myself

offended by glamor over professionalism,

the apparent need for humor over straight

delivery . . . and let's not even talk about

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!

I find it sad that I am told over and over,

by different people, "If you want straight

reporting, don't watch Channel XYZ." 

God in heaven, how would you like to

have that reputation?!

I notice I've used the word 'straight' several

times . . . and here's me, never, ever re-

using the same word twice! Rather telling,

isn't it! Guess the only thing we can do, is

check out which stories are factual and

be careful with our own re-telling.

Didn't I just say, I miss Walter Cronkite . . .

pray forgive the rant

does the truth even matter 

no news is good news

08/14/2020

Sick unto death for nine hours yesterday.

The sickness, illness is not important; still, 

it bears reflection . . .

I get that the unwavering pain was beyond

anything I had ever experienced. What I

find interesting, now that I'm pain free, is

that I would have done anything, and I mean

anything, to end the pain. I'd have acceded 

to any demand, any request, no matter how

extravagant or unrealistic. My values, my 

code of ethics, would have had no bearing!

Nothing mattered, except ending the pain.

I actually cried for hours, wondered if I

should go to the hospital, sang out to the

gods to save me, tried everything at my

disposal to end this torrid pain. I swear the

queen of England could have come to visit

and I would not have been able to attend 

to her.

Interestingly enough, we find ourselves

criticizing, judging, the actions of others. 

We chuckle, shrug our shoulders, make 

faces of disdain . . . and declare for all 

and sundry that we would NEVER, 

EVER commit such atrocities. And yet . . .

Yesterday proved to me that I am NOT

capable of withstanding torture, or the 

resulting pain. I pray I am never tested

beyond my ability to withstand . . . 

pain as the teacher

learned about my deepest fears

am beyond appalled 

"Pain is always there, but suffering 

is a choice." realtalkkim

08/13/2020

"It's been a long time since I've been me."

~Fernando Pesso

I happened upon the above quote yesterday

and it greatly saddened me. I talk about this

from time to time, perhaps too often. But, 

it's ever so important to be oneself.

Actually, I don't think important is a strong

enough word. Kids are about pleasing their

parents. Teens are obsessed with becoming.

Adults please their spouses and employers.

Does this mean that we don't actually look

into self-becoming until we're retired and

elder? Overwhelmingly sad, if you ask me.

There needs to be some serious thought 

put into this topic . . . followed by action! 

If we as parents, could encourage our 

children to simply 'be', being themselves

would automatically follow. I am so not

suggesting that there be no order in the

universe. Children have to be tended,

jobs worked, chores done . . . but there

must always be time and place for self

expression.

Let's make the effort; let's see to it . . .

so want to be me

who do i ask permission

ready to die now

08/12/2020

Sitting by our little pool and fountain early

this morn . . . I was visited by our fave

robin whose been coming for about three

years now. Most robins live around a year,

some several years. Ours, as we like to call

him, is at least three. He flew down into the

pool and drank copiously, about five feet

from me. And then, for the first time, a

female joined him. Looks like we were

grandfathered into an already established

relationship as she flew right to the pool

as well.

We are ever so lucky with our birds. We

have a few pots of flowers sitting around

outside. The hummingbirds like to zoom 

in on the Monarda Balmy Rose for starters.

From there, they hit my Mexican Day of the

Dead Marigolds, and finally up to the purple 

thistle for dessert. Interestingly enough,

they also drink from the edge of the pond,

but they don't light.

In the back yard, we have all manner of 

birds enjoying the ground. They are all

a blessing and I so love watching them.

Me thinks they are the greatest treasure

the dinos of yesteryear ever left us.

love our feathered friends

of birds and beauty i sing

may they live most long

08/11/2020

We've been working on the yard for

a couple of days and I hurt all over!

This aging business is certainly better

than the alternative, but as we're now

dealing in the loss of beauty, do we 

really have to have so much pain as 

well?! The yard is looking good and

I def am NOT!

I've often thought that this gift of age,

the alternative not being attractive, is

all about those last lessons life has to

teach us before we pass onto another

realm, whatever that may be. This

needs some thinking about! What am

I learning here?

For one thing, tat old adage . . .

'Patience in all things' comes to mind.

Seems I've always been in a hurry, I

want things done at the snap of a finger.

Not to forget, 'If you want it done right, 

do it yourself' . . . Alas, I don't seem to

have the requisite energy any more, so

there comes the need for patience once

again. Did I just say ONCE again?

I get it . . . maybe, just maybe, I have an

issue with patience, or lack thereof, that

needs dealing with. I'll get rigt on that;

shouldn't take long . . .

loath my many flaws

thought id be perfect by now

not bloody likely

08/10/2020

Always enjoy our weekend adventures;

make no mistake! Still, one is visited

with aches and pains in places one had

never thought about before~ And then,

just one night in that bed at home . . .

and suddenly, you're feeling a bit like

your ld self!

In thinking about the whole going home

paradigm, there are ever so many homes

to go to. When I see my children, there is

def a kind of going home! When I talk to

my father, the going home is absolutely

apparent. I would imagine that for the 

Christian, the second coming is the

ultimate going home.

We're feeling our hard times of late. What

we need are a few more of these going

home episodes. Let's look for them. I

imagine that each person has their own. 

Still, for now, let's all go home!

so want to go home

need to find myself again

much comfort awaits

08/09/2020

Last day of fam birthday fun! Our

master chef is cooking up a storm,

per usual. He is beyond brilliant in

front of a stove. In fact, I suspect

I'll be gaining back those pesky

unwanted pounds. Damn it!

There is something so calming up

here at 9,000 feet or so. Not sure

what it is, perhaps it's all about

being closer to heaven. But, the

beauty that surrounds us is beyond

amazing!

This last day is a juxtaposition 'twist

the sorrow of an ending . . . the joy

shared for several days, and looking

forward to getting home to a shower

and proper bed.

How fortunate, lucky actually, we are

to have such family in our lives.

ever so lucky

dear family one and all

our love so abounds

08/08/2020

Pinecliffe is one stunning place!

I rather lament that we arrived in

the dark, but perhaps going home,

we'll see all the beauty we missed

on our arrival.

We are hours away from home,

but even here there are vestiges

of modern civilization. Helicopters

have flown over, a train has gone

by . . . and the houses . . . WOW!

Must be multimillionaires. Alas,

there are also some shacks I

wouldn't be caught dead in . . .

What does that say about me?

Most of the fam is off for a hike.

What a way to enjoy this beauty

first hand. I do recognize we all

believe a bit differently, but who

ever created this incredible earth

deserves praise most phenomenal!

And me thinks these hikes take

one up the mountain and nearer

to God, just whoever he or she

might be.

hale to the byways

so grander than the highways

invite me to stay

08/07/2020

I had forgotten just how much work

a familial birthday camping trip could

be. One of the great things about 70

is treatment with much consideration.

But, my old guy keeps up with the

best of them . . . something for me

to think about . . . or not!

I found all the shopping prior to the

trip quite fun. Then, the kids went

again. There'll be plenty of groceries

for all and sundry. 'Tis going to be

a blast; make no mistake. Me thinks

my diet is wrecked already and I

haven't even started eating yet.

We've all gathered at our meeting

place and are soon to depart, I find

myself halfway 'twixt and 'tween

excitement and excitement. I can

hardly wait! Almost feel young again

 . . . almost . . . and I do know a

young gal who is going to have a

very happy b-day!!!

seeking my lost youth

thought i would find it camping

not bloody likely

08/06/2020

I'm not sure just what to believe anymore!

I know! I know! 'Tis a spin-off from my

rant yesterday . . . still, I'm not quite 

finished!

I do have friends, in the know, who share

with me which newscasts are real as others

take liberties . . . poetic license? On the 

other hand, my guy watches all the news he

can and later shares with me. I find myself

wanting to interrupt and ask, "Is this from

a REAL newscast or one of those that guild

the lily? Not precisely a good way to start

the day with your better half!

I wish I could make up my mind. There are

arguments for being informed, which is as

it should be . . . and those of us who would

like to live in the dark and feel guilty about

it. Oh well, nuff said . . . I'll continue to be

informed and just bitch about it! You might

not want to visit me right after a newscast!

stop your complaining

learning to laugh at myself

no news is good news

08/05/2020

Me thinks I need to hide away 'midst all 

the newscasts. My guy watches them all 

and often stops the commentary to make

his own. Then he proceeds to share . . .

The news, for me,  has always been hard 

to bear. But 2020, should win the all time

top award for the down and dirty casts.

What to do? I get that news is important.

It isn't just 'nice' to know what's going 

on locally and in the world today; it's 

essential. Down with the old 'head in 

the sand' ploy. Still, where's a happy

medium . . .

Maybe I could get a shorthand version

by just reading the headlines. Though,

I guess you have to receive newspapers

to make that happen. Perhaps, I can

make a deal with my man . . . he can

give me the shorthand version of the

news and then I won't have to kill him

for going on and on about it . . .

 . . . never said I was normal!

no news is good news

head in the sand evermore

ignorance is bliss

08/04/2020

Today, I find myself halfway 'twixt and 'tween

sorrow and anticipation. One of my dearest

friends is hurting and I feel that pain. On the

other side of sorrow, is the anticipation of my

daughter-in-law's birthday . . . a family camp

out; bring it on!

One of the hardest things I've ever had to 

deal with as an empath, is sorrow. I make it

a point to keep my circle small in my elder

years . . . not to exclude anyone, but to cope

with so much feeling. It can't be explained

really. I thought I would have learned to

control it by now. No such luck!

Still, I feel an intensity in joy that is not to

be taken lightly. I much look forward to 

the relief from sorrow. For today, joy awaits!

must learn my lessons

will the sorrow ever pass

long to feel no pain

08/03/2020

This morning my friend left. I was sad

to see her go, but one must always return 

home. Made me think, in this precarious 

world, friendship is such an amazing gift. 

With all the negativity surrounding us at 

present, 'tis a most wondrous thing to be 

reminded of its power and blessings to us.

What does being a real friend NOT look 

like? Certainly, it's not just a celebration

on February 14th. Neither is it about our

convenience. And obviously we don't 

plan for inconvenience. Things happen

when they happen.

So, what does being a real friend actually

look like? Perhaps 'tis the odd card in the

mail. An unexpected note in our e-mail.

Maybe flowers sent from time to time or

a special gift when it's no one's birthday.

Still, listening is one of the greatest gifts

we can give . . . and simply 'being there'

when needed. God help me remember . . .

so loved seeing you

will there be another time

much joy in sharing

08/02/2020

I Confess ~Alison Lutermann

I stalked her

in the grocery store: her crown

of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,

her erect bearing radiating tenderness,

watching

the way she placed yogurt and avocados in her

basket,

beaming peace like the North Star.

I wanted to ask, “What aisle did you find

your serenity in, do you know

how to be married for fifty years or how to live    

alone,

excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to              

possess 

some knowledge that makes the earth turn and

burn on its axis.”

But we don't request such things from strangers 

nowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”

I shared Lughnasadh yesterday with some

pretty phenomenal women, the kind you

can ask such questions of. They reminded

me of true values . . . generosity, kindness,

openness, acceptance. I believe I'm the

luckiest gal in the world to have such women

in my life. Inspires me to personal growth; 

I so want to be worthy!

pray you be my friend

longing to share chat and tears

fears and joy as well

08/01/2020 - Lughnasadh

August 1st is an exciting day for me as 

well as for other practicing Pantheists. 

Lammas, in the Christian belief system 

or Lughnasadh, in the Pagan world . . . 

halfway between the first day of summer 

and the first day of fall. One of the things 

I most appreciate about this time of year 

is that we are all united in the same 

celebration, albeit under different names.

I do love watching the changing of the 

seasons. Today, I find myself recalling 

the joys of summer and looking forward 

to this peek into Autumn. So, how shall

we celebrate?

It's important we recognize and honor

earth's bounty, hence breaking bread 

together reminds us of the precious gift 

of grains that sustain us. This may be 

done in church, in a sacred circle or 

around the familial table. Me thinks 

we must never again take our breads, 

cereals, puddings, or even corn on the 

cob for granted!

I'm hungry just thinking about it! 

Even now, I feel that melted butter 

dripping off my chin as I bite into 

that amazing corn on the cob . . . 

Let's celebrate!

bless you sweet mother 

your own sustaining bounty 

we must honor you