09/30/2020

Thirty days hath September . . .

The child in me thought today would

never come. I've sooooo been looking

forward to celebrating the month of

October that like a kid, the days seemed

to pass ever so slowly.

What am I thinking? Hoping? Planning?

I have chosen to spend special time with

my children. I want that time, I need to

see them, break bread with them. Enjoy!

I've chosen the six women to whom 

I am closest. Again, all I want is to

spend time and chat with them. I feel

incredibly lucky to have such amazing

people in my life!

Love spending time with my guy . . . 

I've asked him to finish a project in lieu 

of gifts. We're going to take a drive on

the morrow and take a picnic with us.

That's the kind of birthday I like . . .

It has come to me that I'd like to do 

some things on my own. Spend some

time with my inner crone, as it were.

A solitary walk perhaps, an afternoon

in the vardo, writing in my journal,

creating a verse or two. I find the idea

rather appealing! Alas, one does tend

to forget self in those daily equations. 

getting older fun

learning how to play again

so can hardly wait

09/29/30

One of the things I vastly appreciate

about getting older is sussing out the

level of importance se assign to each

person, idea, activity.

Alas, I well recall getting all frustrated

in my attempts to satisfy husband, kids

and friends within a monthly calendar

of activities. Now, I can actually admit

if I'm exhausted, overextended . . . or

even not particularly interested. Rather

wondrous being 70!

I've already thought out how I want to

spend October this year. 'Twill be

glorious turning 71, especially as the

alternative is not appealing at all! 'Tis

glorious approaching an age where

you realize that fam and friends are

more important than parties and gifts.

Although I've always leaned that way,

much more so in my latter years.

I'm so grateful to still be here, what

with the death sentence three years 

ago. I pray I can make the remainder

of my life worthy of this gift. So, let's

party a la olde ladiesville!!!

lets all make happy

dreaming of fun days to come

loving life at last

09/28/2020

Alas, the sagas continue . . .

I say sagas, as there seems to be a plethora

of them. No word from FB, yet. Still three

days to get paid and we're eating some very

strange concoctions. Per usual, at the end

of the month! (Maybe, I'll get skinny!)

I find I'm on the verge of clicking my heals 

and chanting, "There's no place like home!"

I ponder all the definitions and quotations,

surrounding this magical word and it nigh

onto gives me the shivers. My fave is . . . 

"For more and more of us, home has less

to do with a piece of soil than a piece of

soul." ~Pico Iyer

        There's no place like home! 

        There's no place like home!

        There's no place like home!

I know I did it right, I even clicked my 

heels. I guess the bad thing is my slippers

aren't ruby. I'm going to wake up my guy

and I bet he'll make the magic happen!

theres no place like home

daddy daddy no magic

promise im chanting

09/27/2020

One of the things I love about Colorado

are its mountains! It seems, everywhere

you turn, they greet you from their staid

strength and beauty . . . and then, you

travel North to the plains. Wow! What

transformation, and all in the same state.

As far as the eye can see, no obstacles

of any kind. So, there is a different kind

of lovely in the sunrises and sunsets.

Obviously, they are gorgeous anywhere

you find them. Still, they're different on 

the plains . . . must be the uninterrupted

vastness.

I have mixed feelings about Mr. Wind.

He goes from gentle to wild in nano

seconds. He dances and swirls, taking

the fallen leaves with him. It's intriguing

to watch, a bit overwhelming at times.

I can recall as a child, running to get in

the middle of the whirlwind . . . alas,

I'm too adult now, too sane. 'Tis a bit

of a shame actually!

Perhaps it's my Autumn birth, but I find

myself much enjoying this pre-Winter

time. The subtle changes, the to and fro

play of weather, the tress dressing up

and dressing down. The sun and the

moon blowing a kiss 'twixt their hellos

and goodbyes. Add in birthdays and 

end of month holidays, and if you're 

not careful, you'll find it's your fave

season of the year.

hello mister fall

find i have been missing you

lets you and i dance

09/26/2020

Oh my God . . . I've lost my scam virginity!

Actually, for all my 70 years, I had never

been scammed before; go figure!

So, yesterday, I get an e-mail from a niece

that I've never really communicated with

although we're friends on FB. After greetings,

she asked if I had seen my name on a list

saying I had won $10,000 via FB. I told her

I couldn't remember and that I figured it was

a scam anyway.

She went on to share that she too, had won

and that she'd only had to pay $350 to receive

it. Then she asked if I would like for her to 

check and see if my name was still there.

She wrote me back and said indeed it was and 

I should message the FB account. As this was 

my niece, I did so. A man answered and said, 

he would check. He soon wrote and said, YES!

And that all I would have to do would be to

send $200.00 . . . sounded fishy to me.

I answered that it was end of month and he

could send me $9,800. if that was do-able.

Obviously NOT and I needed to pay an

additional $35,. for the sending. The scent of

fishy was getting greater and then my niece

wrote again and asked how it was going. By

then, of course, I had give my full name,

address, e-mail, phone number, date of birth,

etc. Not quite sure why I didn't just turn over

the title to my cabin!

The chap comes back on messenger and

suggests various ways for me to send the

money . . . such as go to Safeway and buy

a gift card and e-mail it to him.

Starting to get bored here . . . so I signed

off and turned off FB . . . and then found I

couldn't get back in. This may be the most

exciting thing that's happened to me in my 

old age! And hey if an of you want to send

me the odd $200, feel free; it'll save you 

from the scammers! Ha!

lets have some fun guys

see what lies i can fall for

scam me anyway

09/25/2020

'Tis the morning of the day after, as it were . . .

I imagine that throughout our entire lives, we

tend to forget that there is indeed a morning 

of the day after . . .

That day after surgery and you find out you

have survived cancer. That morning you hold

your beautiful newborn in your arms. The hour 

you get to bring your young son home from 

the emergency room and he's going to be fine. 

That godawful waiting period in which you 

finally find out that no one was killed in your

kid's car accident!

I realize that in every ghastly experience it's 

ever so easy to focus on the fear, the pain.

And then, it passes . . . and we don't even

remember to express our gratitude. 

I must say it now . . . how grateful I am to be

alive, how thrilled I am that all my children

are both wonderful and well, how thankful

I am to have grandchildren of whom I am

so proud as they serve in the armed forces.

The love I have experienced in family and

friends, the sweet companionship of my man.

How easily we forget; I must remember . . .

ever and always! 'Tis morning of the day after!

sometimes i forget

angels must walk among us

ever so thankful

09/24/2020

Alas, me thinks the gods are pissed at me!

They must think that I've been way too

negative as well as complaining my head

off.  Time to dig down deep and find my

positive.

I spent seven hours at Lutheran's Hospital

yesterday. Tests beyond the pale . . . still

no real answers. Bottom line, I know pain

well beyond birthing and tats . . . paid for  

all my sins, even those I haven't committed

yet. 

Sooooo, anyone want to come out and 

play . . . indulge your naughty? I've 

already paid well in advance!

promise anything

the pain much too great to bear

must pay the piper

09/23/2020

Making the effort; finding my way . . .

This year, this godawful year, has thrown

down the gauntlet, make no mistake. We

thought we'd gotten off to a good start . . .

and then the COVID-19 pandemic hit. We

may have been able to handle it differently

had we been informed as soon as those

pesky powers at be knew! Alas, that wasn't

going to happen.

Then, there was the Impeachment that didn't

seem to go anywhere. I'll never get that one!

Me thinks Mother Earth was pissed enough

to let loose the West Coast Wildfires. Not

certain we'll ever recover from that one! But,

the early passing of Ruth Bader Ginsburg,

my shero, has been the hardest to deal with.

I wanted every minute possible with her.

I know, I know . . . it's important to be 

positive and me thinks I've made every 

effort or I would have slashed my wrists 

already. Still, I'm thinking, I'm thinking . . .

Do we have any goodies from the baddies,

at all, from this infamous 2020?! Grrrrrrrr!

~!@#$%^&*()_+

I've made a new friend. It didn't rain on my

guy's b-day nor on our Lughnasadh reunion.

My family is all alive and well . . . me thinks

I damn well better stop complaining!

Sooooo, here's to trying the positive on for 

size . . .

its raining pouring

a rainbow after the rain 

sometimes i forget

09/22/2020 - Mabon

Mabon, first day of Autumn

Per se, we celebrate Mabon and/or the

first day of Autumn, on September 21st.

But, this being a leap year, puts the day

of celebration on the 22nd. I so didn't

want Summer to end and yet, I thought

Fall would never arrive. 

Mabon represents the second harvest. 

What does this mean, metaphorically

speaking? All year, we have worked

on our personal growth, making the

effort to grow, do better, excel . . .

leaving behind those things which 

impede our spiritual progress.

So at Mabon, we begin to reap that

which we have sown. We have strived

for patience with ourselves and others.

We have shared the abundance with

which Mother Earth has blest us. We

have sought knowledge which will

enhance growth. And above all, we

prep our ground for greater growth 

in the year to come.

May you all be blest on this first day

of Fall. May it bring wondrous color

to your life. May you love, rest and

enjoy this time prior to the arrival of

winter. Blessed be . . .

her garb is wondrous

oranges yellows and greens

her bounty adorns

 - - -

9:30 a.m. Oh my God . . . we have

been granted a gift. There are over

two bulls, about 3 and 5 years of

age,  30 mamas and their baby elks

in my yard, front, back and side! I

find I am beyond grateful. ~ld

09/21/2020

In the wake of Ruth Bader Ginsburg's

passing, I am reminded of the absolute

importance of heroes and sheroes in our

lives. We look to them. We are inspired

by them. They matter.

Having come for the 1950's era, heroes

were all we had. The nomenclature,

sheroes was nonexistent at that time. I

remember back to those who inspired me.

Walter Cronkite, Martin Luther King Jr,

John F. Kennedy . . . and now Barack

Obama.

But, who are the sheroes? Obviously,

Ruth Bader Ginsburg is in our hearts

and minds just now. Michelle Obama

and Malala Yousafzai immediately come

to mind. Turia Pitt inspires me beyond

the pale and Emma Thompson is a young

gal to watch . . . and Mother Teresa for

ever and ever . . . 

This topic of hereos and sheroes bears 

some thought. Me thinks 'twould be a

good idea to name them to ourselves.

We should pay attention! Who inspires

us? Who has made a difference in our

lives? Who do we want to be like when

we grow up?

And bottom line . . . what hero/shero

traits am I cultivating in myself?!

who are my heroes

a shero i want to be

way to help others

09/20/2020

Ruth Bader Ginsburg

I dreamt last night that my guy and I were

part of a set up team that proceeded Ms.

Ginsburg on her speech trips. We were

excited to be a part of vivacious caring!

We would unload trucks, set up tents and

chairs along with stages and microphones.

What we came to realize, is that we were

so exhausted by the time she was ready 

to speak, that we couldn't even begin to 

hear her message. Dream or not, there

is so much truth here!

We live in a very demanding world . . .

With all of our individual and familial 

responsibilities, there seems precious 

little time for personal growth. Our

intentions are good, but we get bogged

down in the minutia of daily living!

In my dream, we were within arm's

length of brilliance, knowledge, life

experience . . . and we were simply

too tired to absorb the lessons. Me

thinks there's a teachable moment

here!

There is nothing wrong with doing our

dailies, as it were. Still, we need to be 

open  . . . our hearts, our minds and our

time . . . to enjoy all the magic that's out

there. And make no mistake, she, Ms.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg was and is, part

of the magic . . .

wish i had the time

my chores holding me hostage

missing out on life

0919/2020

Ruth Bader Ginsburg, 1933-2020

Associate Justice Supreme Court, 1993-2020

US Judge Court of Appeals 1980-1993

My shero has gone before; my heart broken.

I truly believed we would still have her for 

several more months.

I was 30, living and teaching in Mexico when

I began hearing about Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

She was educated, living and working in what

was considered a man's world at that time.

She was clever, ballsy, making things happen

that maybe otherwise would not have. We

young women openly and secretly adored 

her, depending on our own situations.

My own husband, mathematician and prof,

was not a fan . . . hence the secret adoration.

Through the years, she would appear in our

newspapers, reporting one brave deed after

another. She was a constant. Her stand, her

tenacity, her bravery . . . always there! 

But, for the young women who admired 

her, she was a role model. Education, wit 

and wisdom and so not shy about speaking 

her mind. She may as well have been from 

Mars. Still, she lived on our planet and we 

all wanted to be her when we grew up . . .

 . . . My shero!

may the gods attend

may they ever cosset you

queen among women

09/18/2020

I notice in my daily blog that I repeat a

phrase along the lines of who I want to

be when I grow up. Not sure whether to

laugh or cry, but it's a good one. Think

if I'm ever to do so, I'd better get on the

ball, what with being 70 and all!

But perhaps, growing up isn't all it's 

cracked up to be. Maybe keeping a bit 

of that naughty youthful is a good idea.

Surely, we've all noticed our elders in

the street, cars, shopping . . . Some look

ready to bite the dust . . . that may just

be me . . . and others look full of vip,

vim and vigor!

We've all been anxiously awaiting for

2020 to get the hell out of Dodge! A

new year cometh and here's hoping it

will be a far cry from this one. So . . .

here's to the picking and choosing of

what's entailed in this whole growing

up business. Obviously, we all wish 

to be better people, but I find myself

more interested in those pesky bits

of naughty I intend to keep and/or

invest in! Do wish me well . . .

in spite of my list

santa forgot me this year

so staying naughty

09/17/2020

Alas, 'tis very seldom that I can regress,

but last night I did so successfully.

I found myself in an archaic saloon, I

believe in New York City. It was ever so

fascinating and I found myself gawking!

I glanced down to see what kind of attire

I was wearing and realized I was a man.

So, with less fear, I approached the bar.

There were wondrous, dusty bottles of

beer, unknown to me, encased in pieces

torn from old gunny sacks. There were

chests of all sorts, sizes and decor. I

wanted to stick about half of them in

my non-existent bra!

Told rather roughly by a domineering

type man, to 'get on with it,' I fancied 

he must be in charge of some crew. 

I picked up a bottle of beer and was

told by a young gal behind the bar

something along the lines of it was 

out of my price range. 'You'll not be

affording that one, matey!' I was left 

with the wanting of it.

Not knowing what I was supposed to

select for supposed impending voyage, 

nor clear on what my role was to be, 

I continued grazing, as I tend to think

of it. There were a few gowns that I

had no business checking out! Huge

amounts of material for . . . ladies of 

the night or just ladies?!

I tucked a couple bottles of unknown

booze under my arm, wondering if I

had the wherewithal to pay. The same

gal, this time looking approvingly at 

my choices, informed me that, 'ole

boss man' had already taken care of it.

Right about then I returned, somewhat

saddened, but grateful for the journey . . .

find myself bereft 

where have you been billy boy

questions and questing 

16 de septiembre del 1810.-

Hoy celebramos nuestra independencia . . .

 . . . y será marcada por día libre de trabajo

y escuela, vestimenta nacional, marchas en 

la calle, bailes y comidas mexicanas.

Muy sin embargo, no hay que olvidar jamás

el sacerdote Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla, un

hombre quien demostró lo que es realmente

el VALOR!!! Me imagino que habrán muy

pocos quienes hubiesen tenido las agallas.

Francamente, me quedo atónita!!!

Obviamente, todos luchamos a diario por

nuestra libertad, por nuestros derechos, y

por tener una mejor vida para nosotros y

nuestras familias. Pero, también sé que es 

demasiado fácil olvidar el costo de esta

libertad que tomamos de hecho. 

Hoy, hago un pacto conmigo misma . . .

Acepto mi libertad pero recordando lo

que les costó a mis antepasados. Ruego 

que yo tenga, aún que sea, un poco del

valor que tuvieron ellos para que yo 

hiciera una vida que valga la pena.

pensándolo bien

las gracias no basta

vivir con honor

09/15/2020

It's interesting to note, all these months

later, how the plague has affected the

social side of our lives. 

I imagine initially, we all stayed home

those first three months and ate whatever

was at hand. Then, little by little, we

ventured forth, masked to the nines, 

distance appropriate.

Now, I see so many out and about, often

no protection, returning slowly but surely

to life as they knew it. Me thinks we've

become inured to the danger.

On my end of the stick, I am finally 

getting to see the children . . . masked

and distant, but see them nonetheless.

The odd friend stops by, insistent on

bringing their own beer and even

avoiding snacks.

So, here's to elbow bumping, crossed

arms hugging, waves, phone calls and

e-mails. Staying in touch is indeed

important; perhaps now more than ever.

feeling all alone 

i find myself missing you

pray send a missive

09/14/2020

It is ever so amazing, the things that bring

us back to our childhoods . . . 

A dear friend of mine visited me from my

home town and brought peaches to share.

From that unique scent, from the first bite,

I was transported back in time. 

My parents used to pack us up in the old

car and take us to the orchard. We picked

our own as that provided us with a cheaper

price. They they would wash the peaches,

slice them and lay them out on tables in a

greenhouse for them to dry. Healthy snacks

for all winter. My fave was to eat them

when they were just about half dry. Wow!

Then there was canning . . . mother always

insisted on 200 jars of different produce

all summer long. Apricots, plums, both

sweet and sour cherries, asparagus, green

beans. Beets and cucumbers to pickle . . .

Our kitchen was a sauna for the entire

season; make no mistake!

Still peaches were number one . . . raw,

dried, canned, smoothies, peaches on toast,

peach pie and peach cobbler. No wonder

I've been stepping down memory lane ever

since my friend walked in with the peaches!

what a temptation

me thinks twas peach enticed eve

the obvious choice

09/13/2020

Me thinks I am born again . . .

Alas, last night I was once again attacked 

with this unknown malady. I was screaming

ill from 7:00 - 1:30 a.m. I truly believe I've

paid for all my sins, even those I have yet

to commit! I'm going to get right on that!

What is it about illness that returns us to a

childhood we thought we had left behind?!

I yelled at my father over and over, asking,

nay demanding, that he heal me. Poor man.

Must be how God feels when we take our 

angst, anger, issues, out on him!

Today, I'm fine. I'm going to make an attempt

though, to stay in touch, via remembering . . . 

but, oh how fast the mind forgives and forgets 

all! Not quite sure what to give up? Chile?

Hot peppers? Margaritas? Coronitas? Seconds?

Ya, I get it; 'tis my fault entirely!

oh body be mine

promise i will treat you right

if you believe that . . .

09/12/2020

Morning of the day after . . .

Our hearts were beyond broken, and we

really couldn't believe we had survived.

How does one survive as the heart breaks

over and over again?!

Every year we hark back to that horrific

day and remember, but do we remember

to be better people? Do we remember to

strive to live peacefully? Do we remember

to be gentle, kinder, more thoughtful?

Today, we awaken to the morning of the

day after. What I want or need to face, as

I recall the horrors of yesteryear is . . .  

to be, to become, to grow. Alas, it's ever

so easy to forget. We get bogged down in

the every day mundanity of our lives and

put our promises to ourselves on the back

burner.

Today is that day! Today is the morning

of the day after! Time may be running out;

we must not wait any longer. BE who you

want to be! It's time to LIVE, not EXIST!!!

walk on the bright side

leaving that darkness behind

live and love in light

09/11/2020 - Remembering . . .

In sorrow, we remember . . .

I was in my first class of the day, some

three dozen teenagers before me, when

all of a sudden, the classroom television

came on and announced that tragedy of

tragedies . . . the entire world in sorrow.

We all know the stats. We can recall that

day as if it were only just happening. We

remember the heartbreak and that almost

fictional quality of unbelievable! Sooooo,

where do we go from here?!

Me thinks 'tis high time we birth a new

world. New ways of approaching issues.

New coping mechanisms. New patterns

of thought. New dreams to create. New

lives to be lived!

Nine eleven and all the heartbreak therein,

can never be eased nor erased. But we can 

choose to learn from it and build a better 

world, a world well worth living in.

Let's re-birth ourselves and truly become

who we want to be when we grow up!

dream dreams of better

be who we're meant to be 

never settling 

09/10/2020

"There's a difference between knowing

the path and walking the path." ~Morpheus

I acknowledge that everyone's path is

different. I also accept that each of us

has been called to walk our paths at a

distinct point during our lives . . . and

no two paths are exactly the same.

Some are called to the ministry of

serving others. Few are gifted the lime

light where they can influence for either

good or bad. There are those who lead

quiet lives, ever in the background 

supporting others and making life 

more bearable. And alas, there are 

those who do not accept the call . . .

I pray I will always have the courage,

the wit and will, the wherewithal, to

accept that call and be true to myself.

May we all . . .

hearing my own call

step up stand up be counted

praying for courage

09/09/2020

Ever since I found out about the upcoming

snow, I've been so angry I could spit! I was 

pissing, moaning and groaning like a spoiled 

brat! In my defense, I suffer from SADS and

frankly, would do most anything to delay the

onset of Winter.

Then, I remembered the fires . . . and I began

praying with the rest of the world for a truly

heavy snow. I realize of course, that initially

all I could think about was myself. I was and 

am ever so embarrassed by my incredible 

selfishness and insensitivity! Alas, that led me

to wonder how many other times I've been

angry or annoyed without looking at all sides

of each scenario.

It may be an over simplification to compare

my own shortcomings with world issues, but

I look at the tensions between countries, wars,

and misunderstandings and I ask . . . "Could 

it possibly be that we simply don't look at all 

sides of the equations?!"

I pray I grow up a tad and learn to look closely

before throwing another childish fit!!!

little miss tantrum 

how old did you say you were

grow up already

09/08/2020

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

~Judy Garland, The Wizard of Oz

Me thinks yesterday will ever be an epic

day in my own personal history! We

decided to have a sit down by the pond

and enjoy what might be the last of our

summer weather, when all of a sudden . . .

 . . . a sizable, black bear came sauntering

up our walk, straight toward us! We have

a system in place, so we got up calmly, or

not . . . and walked into the cabin. From

there, we could watch him checking things

out. Felt a bit weird having him walk right

by us with only a screen door in between!

He snooped back and forth and finally

went on up the trail. There's an old cellar

type cache right above us; we think a 

family of yesteryear probably kept some

of their supplies in it. Mr. Bear forced

his way in, bottom first, but didn't seem 

to find anything of interest.

He finally sauntered off and we returned

to enjoy the last visages of warmth . . .

day of miracles

ms nature strutting her stuff

ever be in awe

09/07/2020

Traveling due East at o' dark thirty this

a.m. we were witnesses to a breathtaking

miracle of our Mother Earth. It felt like

Mr. Sun was playing peek-a-boo because

all of a sudden, he raised his head just

above the mountains before us. It wasn't

long before he displayed himself in all

his glory . . . simply unbelievable!

Alas, due to the smoke coming our way

from the California fires, he was a stunning

burnished orange and one could look straight

at him and even keep the eyes fixed on him.

I actually found myself tearing up over this

magnificence before us.

I must confess, I am a lunar child by nature

and although I love and appreciate the sun,

I am so in awe of our Lunar mother that

sometimes I simply take Father Sun for 

granted. NOT today, however! Me thinks

that I'll never forget today's fashion show

for as long as I live . . .

a celestial dance

so pleased to be invited

bowing heads in awe

09/06/2020

"Don't blame a clown for acting like a clown.

Ask yourself why you keep going to the circus."

sensitivity

Ran across this one and nigh onto laughed 

myself into hysterics! Frankly, I find myself

asking, 'Do we ever change? Do we ever grow?

Do we ever grow up? Do we ever, ever dismiss

that negativity and bad habits or are we just

faking it and convincing ourselves we're doing

a bit better?! ~!@#$%^&*()_+

At this wondrous age of 70, I cast the odd glance

across the eons of my life hoping to find a pattern

of growth and change. What I actually see, is a

younger, freer me with some of the above, but

mostly, I am ME!!!

Perhaps, what I should be seeking rather than

growth and change . . .  a greater acceptance

and understanding of both myself and others! 

Maybe the answers I am seeking, lie in the

realm of patience rather than transformation?!

I don't think that means, 'To hell with it; I'm

going to be me and that's that!' Rather, learning

to accept myself and my foibles with the same

grace as I do in other people. Certainly worth

pondering!

i am who i am

just when i was having fun

must grow up sometime

09/05/2020

"I'm so lonesome, I could cry." ~Hank Williams

I've always been mind-boggled by how one can

feel lonely in a crowd, and yet it happens. It

seems to me that the loneliness felt must stem

from a sense of not being part of the whole.

Obviously, there are times when the crowd

around you is unknown to you, as in shopping

or watching a movie at the theater on your own.

Another scenario is when you find yourself at

a social gathering and you're the only one who

happens to have opposing political views. Or

perhaps you're the only one who isn't married

with children. Somehow, you're separated from

the group by a single factor.

I imagine that in relationships, similar feelings

arise when the other is bogged down with work

or problem-solving. In today's world, we often

don't even know our neighbors, nod our heads

in greeting rather than speaking. And, if you're

not one to go to a church, a particular club or 

fraternity, it's yet another isolating factor.

Some would say, 'Join in!' I'm more of the idea

to become comfortable with yourself. Itemize 

your traits, the things you like about yourself.

DO the things you enjoy rather than sitting

home wishing you had someone to do them

with. Get up! Dress up!! Get out and about!!!

Me thinks you'll find others seeking you out

once you've become comfortable with yourself.

You may even find that you prefer your own

company!

alone not lonely

good company on my own

tis a conundrum 

09/04/2020

"Water, water everywhere . . .

 . . . and not a drop to drink."

~Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ponder the gift of water . . . not necessarily

one we think about on a daily basis. When

I lived on the West coast of Mexico, I had

to boil our water or buy bottled water in

5-gallon carboys. Interestingly enough,

the further south I moved, the cleaner the

water!

In my 130 year old cabin, you absolutely

can NOT have but one water running. You 

can shower, flush, wash clothes or dishes, 

but one at a time. Were someone to try this

whilst another is showering, suddenly you

would be stranded, water free, with soap

on your body and shampoo in your hair!

I consider that right now I'm on a kind of 

H2O mini-vay.  (Think I'll coin the term!)

Someone can be washing dishes, a couple 

of others in the showers, yet another flushing, 

and NO DIMINISHMENT of flow anywhere!

Miracle of miracles, make no mistake . . .

a gift of the gods

the element of water 

gratitude abounds

09/03/2020

"I'm just a lover of words who is beautifully

broken and so grateful to be sill among so

many strong and brave warriors who have

faced demons and survived unspeakable

hells that others dare not speak of . . .

~Coleen C Kimbro

There are those who simply accept themselves

as they are; indeed, they may be the happiest

people on the planet. Then, there are some

who really don't care much, one way or another;

they just get on with 'it' without much thought.

And finally, there are a few who question all,

accept some things, strive to grow . . . L I F E

being a very serious proposition for them.

God only knows whether this has something

to do with reincarnation, personal growth or

that fetish some are born with. Alas, I am of

the latter persuasion. "Will my actions affect

that greater scheme of life? Is this selfish or

nourishing? Can this turn of events facilitate

someone else's life? What is my duty to my

family, my friends, acquaintances, or the

world that surrounds me?

Where, or where, can I get answers? Who

can help me with my queries? When will

ultimate wisdom finally set in? Will I ever

be who I'm supposed to be when I grow up?"

Alas, I'm at that time in my life where I

question everything and live on the verge

of despair because I am afraid I'll never

reach those personal goals. God help me!

praying for wisdom

searching every avenue

seeking truth at cost

09/02/2020 - World Goddess Day

As today is World Goddess Day, thought

I would address a couple of things you

may not have been privy to heretofore.

You will hear women particularly, saying

things like, 'I am a goddess. I honor the

goddess within,' etc. This does not mean

they are necessarily Pagan by creed. Most

women are trying to come to terms with

personal growth, honoring self and being

who we always wanted to be when we

grew up.

There are many goddesses known to us

today, obviously due to research and

historical accuracy. There is a pagan

adage, 'All goddesses are one goddess;

all gods are one god; the goddess and

the god are one God." (Please note the

punctuation.) I think of the Christian

God, who has more than 800 names

attributed to Him in The Holy Bible; it

means something to me. I have around

13 or so myself . . . mom, mother, teach,

ms. j, Linda-Dale, ld, cuz, cuñada, prima.

You get the point.

So today, no matter your belief system,

take a moment to honor your own spiritual

guide within . . . 

 . . . and, may the force be with you!

ye of many names

the center of my being

be with me ever

09/01/2020

Happiness is when what you think,

what you say, and what you do are

in harmony. ~Mahatma Gandhi

Here I am at o' dark thirty, awaiting a

decent hour to get up and face the day.

Thought I'd take a look at our infamous

FB and discovered the above treasure.

What a man, our Mahatma Gandhi! A

sage of the ages. How I long to obtain

this peace, if not happiness, ere I leave

this earth bereft of this wisdom.

I like to think I mostly control my mouth

and even what I do to some degree. But,

the whole thinking thing is way out of

control. It feels like my mind is paging

through a catalogue of every single topic

known to mankind . . . and not all of it

is pleasant.

I like to think in terms of new beginnings

and here we are, September first and just

four months left in 2020. Pray I have the

courage to embrace the challenge Gandhi 

has left behind . . .

ambition for life

think say do in harmony 

making the effort