03/31/2022

"May Day is a public holiday,

celebrated on May 1st. An

ancient festival, it marks the

current traditional spring holiday

in many European and American

cultures. Dances, singing, and 

cake are usually part of the 

festivities." Wikipedia

Yayyyyy! May Day . . . Just one 

month from today. I can hardly

wait. Can you tell?! I should have

waited a few more days to start

celebrating, but it takes time to

get all my holiday decor in place.

I enjoy decorating my dining table.

It should be bright with colors . . .

yellows, greens and oranges. Festive

candles add a nice touch and not to

forget fresh flowers . . . might even

be the time to splurge on Hallmark 

napkins. Ha!

This year, my joy at the return of

weather sans cold and snow, has me 

thinking maybe I'll do something 

outdoors as well. I can already see

the space under my fave tree and 

my guy pointed out that we have 

a little table that will be perfect. 

I may even post the odd photo

throughout the month. What fun!

april my prep time

loving me the month of may

ever so much fun

03/30/2022

To think we're 10 days into spring,

facing the last day of March, and 

we have about half a foot of new 

snow. Wow!

It snowed all night, still snowing!

My guy assures me that this is the 

way spring always begins and I've 

simply forgotten.

Funny, I waded through the snow

this a.m. to take out the trash as 

our guy will come in a little bit.

Couldn't get the bins open for love

nor money. 

Still, I laughed rather than crying. 

Got back indoors and found I had 

a tad of frost bite. God, it hurt as

feeling returned.

Methinks I'll take a snow day and

spend the time drooling over pics

of sun studded beaches. Crazier

souls can go make snow angels!!!

tis whiter than white

this infamous snow of thine

is this a message

03/29/2022

Not sure why I love being

retired so much, but I do

indeed!

I fill my days with the most

inane things. I write a couple

of letters, send the odd card

or two. Read a book every

day and enjoy a mystery w/

my guy in the evening.

I spend some time on the

computer as I enjoy my craft

and the research surrounding

it. I'm more than a bit of a

techno-virgin, but I've much

enjoyed the learning that

goes along with it!

Once in a while, and I do

mean once in a while, there's

a day out and about. We do

the odd errand and enjoy a

meal on the town.

Can't help but wonder if my

life of today would have

satisfied me yesterday . . .

Still, maybe it's all time

related!

changes every day

ever and always growing

pray im up for it

03/28/2022

"In this world nothing can be

said to be certain, except death

and taxes." ~Benjamin Franklin

Not sure why I feel the entire

process rather upsetting, but  

having spent most of the week 

end in prep, I'm finished. 

Just called for an appointment w/ 

my guy and landed the last one 

available due to a cancelation this

early morn. Methinks maybe I'd

best go out and buy a lotto ticket!

For certain, I will ever and always

choose taxes over death, but I so

do NOT enjoy the entire process.

Does this mean I get an entire year's

reprieve?! Okay, 11 months it is!

kill me some taxes

not dying any time soon

get hell outta dodge

03/27/2022

"Learn from yesterday, live for

today, hope for tomorrow . . . "

~Albert Einstein

Love this bit of wisdom, if only

I could remember it on a regular

basis! 

Of course, I could give those 

painful yesterdays a miss. Still, 

there are ever so many that give

a kaleidoscope of phenomenal

memories to my soul. 

I so enjoy my todays, even as 

they are happening. I make an

effort to actually live those

precious moments, feel them,

taste them.

And bottom line, there's naught

in the world like a good morrow. 

They're still out there . . . pristine 

in concept. Perfect for dreaming.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow . . .

Love the concept of all three. 

Keeping them and that's that!!!

03/26/2022

Methinks I have this zest for 

living life to the fullest. Alas, 

the Z-word gets me into trouble 

from time to time . . .

If the food is fab, must have 

seconds! On vacation, just one 

more town. A single drink, hell 

no! Three is better. Just one 

more . . . slice, mile, town!!!

The only problem with just one 

more of anything is the price to 

be paid for it. That one more 

piece of pie comes with a ton of 

calories. That third marg comes 

with a less than steady step and 

a tad of a slur.

But, I don't seem to have any 

problem walking in the other 

direction either. One meal a 

day, not three. Small back pack 

rather than three Gucci bags . . . 

Double shifts all round. 

I strongly suspect my ole Libra 

scales are destined to never be 

balanced.

too much too little

london bridge is falling down

up down all around

03/25/2022

Simply said, I love my 130 year old

cabin! I get a kick out of living here.

It's been an experience in an alternate

reality; make no mistake!

During the winter, downstairs runs

around 55 degrees and upstairs about

70 on average. Guess where we hide 

out during the cold months?!

We usually accumulate, and keep,

roughly two and a half feet of snow

during the winter. Alas, winter does

not last its assigned six weeks. It

borrows a couple of weeks from fall

as well as spring, so we endure about

two months of cold! Cold!! COLD!!!

Summer months are fun . . . guests,

gatherings, surprise visits, a brewski

or two under the pines. I swear, each

summer day demands to be cherished,

honored and celebrated. 

When family and friends come over,

I can hardly bear for them to leave. I

enjoy their tales out of school, as well 

as being reminded what modern day 

life looks like.

Still . . . no regrets! It is an amazing

experience to take a step back in time.

I may need to dwell on this for a bit.

03/24/2022

In days of yesteryear, families stayed

in the same neck of the woods for

decades, if not centuries . . . tight knit

groups of relatives and friends.

In today's world, families are states

and sometimes nations, apart. We tend

to stay in touch via family reunions,

x-mas letters and the odd visit. But,

that close knit contact from days of

yore is no longer the case.

I look back at the different methods

of staying in touch. We used to write

long-hand letters and now we text.

Sweet packages in the mail have been 

replaced by gift cards. Greeting cards

have evolved into e-cards.

I can appreciate, even like, the quick

and dirty of today's communications.

Still, my heart longs for real contact,

real hugs and kisses, real presents.

Speaking of real, think I'll go micro

wave some leftover Chinese, open a

bottle of water and take my vitamins.

Wouldn't it just be easier to take a few

pills rather than do all that cooking?

03/23/2022

"Moerae, The Three Fates

Clotho, Spinner - 

Spins the thread of human fate.

Lachesis, Allotter - 

Measures and dispenses the thread.

Atropus, Inflexible - 

Cuts the thread, determines end of life."

Encyclopedia Britannica 

I've been reading different legends and

accounts of The Three Fates of late. So

interesting to learn about some of these 

myths of yesteryear. I imagine these are

not believed in today's world, but I find

it surprising to see just how much sense

they make!

'Tis almost humorous that I'm about a

hundred years old and I still haven't 

decided my own stance regarding fate.

If I create my own, indeed I must be

very careful as well as responsible. If

my fate has already been signed and

sealed, I just might live quite differently. 

Frankly, I've never given much thought

to the, it is written, theory of life. One

usually just gets on with the deets dealt.

There's that fate business again! There

are opportunities gifted and decisions

to be made about them; I believe this is

when we feel somewhat in charge of

our lives.

Finding myself in the latter part of my

own life, I'm pondering more and more 

that bit about my thread being snipped. 

I love life, with all its twists and turns. 

I don't want to go to bed yet, mommy! 

Can't help but wonder if there isn't a

way to bribe Lady Atropus?!

03/22/2022

Morning of the day after . . . 

I'm filled with a sense of joy and

peace. The promise of a coming

spring, the longer days, a smiling

sun . . .

Albeit late in finally showing its

pretty face, Spring is the beginning  

of three wondrous seasons before 

that dreaded winter shows up again.

I find myself fantasizing about all 

kinds of plans . . . I like the idea of

a late spring vacation in the travel

trailer, a drive up in the mountains, 

a walk in the park, that impromptu 

picnic.

When I'm queen of the universe,

I'm going to replace winter with

spring so we can have two . . .

Please vote for me!

03/21/2022 - Ostara, Spring Equinox

"Ostara, the Pagan sabbat celebrating

the Spring Equinox, comes from the 

Anglo-Saxon Goddess Eostre. She 

represents Spring, new beginnings."

For me, the Spring Equinox is the

beginning of hope. It affirms that I've

survived winter and have a greening

Spring to look forward to. The only 

problem is, it's been snowing most of 

the night, is still snowing . . . and I 

have about two and a half feet of snow 

in my yard. It's as if winter is flipping 

me the bird; damn him!!!

I truly didn't think I'd make it this

winter, but hope does indeed spring

eternal.

*Note 

I write winter in lower case and refer

to him in the masculine! Get a clue,

already!!!

03/20/2022 - Ostara Eve

Having long awaited the arrival

of Spring, I much lament having

just heard we're expecting snow

tonight and quite a lot of it!

Some of this, obviously, has to do

with geography. Spring in Mexico,

in Alaska, in Colorado, all rather

different in their presentation.

Find myself fantasizing about green.

Green sprouts, green leaves, green 

grass. Methinks my heart bleeds for

green. 

We may be snowed in, but we're

going to celebrate Ostara in front 

of the fire, with champagne in hand,

reminiscing over Spring Equinoxes

of yesteryear.

Forgive me if I celebrate again when

the snow ends . . . you'll find me on

the green, awaiting Spring at last . . .

03/19/2022

Methinks I may just make it . . . 

Seems there's a promise of a 

weekend interlude of warmth

and cloudy skies. 

We are currently living in a

winter wonderland. Every-

where you look, a couple of 

feet of snow or so. The back

yard, untouched, looks like a 

white lake of sorts. Eerie!

I'm feeling somewhat along 

the lines of an elder Snow

White. Looking in the mirror

rather fixes that illusion. I cast

my eyes about for a look-see,

but no dwarves appear, helpful

or otherwise. 

I keep waiting for the fairy god

mother . . . where the hell is she?

03/18/2022

The day has been long and arduous.

Piles and piles of snow, yet another

foot of it to add to the already deep

piles . . . and never above freezing.

So pray I have the courage to make

it through this winter. Not coping

very well; fear SAD will get me 

this time around. Begging the 

powers at be that I indeed make it.

Where are the answers?! How to

cope with this malady?! Will I

conquer yet another winter or am

I done for this time around?!

I'm holding on the best I can . . .

just barely holding on . . .

03/17/2022 - St. Pat's

Every year, on St. Patrick's Day,  

I find my own mind divided over 

feelings fraught with both sorrow 

and denial.

St. Pat was not an Irishman, albeit

he was sold there when captured 

in a raid. When he was finally able 

to return home, he studied for the

priesthood, in France of all places.

St. Pat has been known forever 

and a day for eradicating serpents

from Ireland. It is believed they

represented those of the Pagan

persuasion. It is believed in today's

world, that this is simply a Celtic

myth.

The saving grace for me is that

today is the birthday of my step

children's dad, a phenomenal

character all 'round! A fab man

indeed and I wish him well.

I probably won't be celebrating

today, but I may have a shot of

something green whilst raising

a toast to St. Pat. Here's hoping

the bad rumors aren't true and

the good ones are!

Have a read: 

https://www.learnreligions.com/st-

patrick-and-the-snakes-2562487

03/16/2022

Each day is a pondering of its own

making . . . or is it those sleepless 

nights in which one finds those pesky 

questions rather than all the answers?

I understood, from a very young age,

that life would gift us all a plethora of

questions, questions about everything,

everything that mattered. But, I thought

that our elder years would bring the

answers, real answers.

Much to my surprise, there aren't many

of those laying around. And when I

finally find one, it's usually of my own

making. What I didn't expect was to

find ever so many more questions.

I have found the volume to be vast, 

and I'll freely admit, deeper! Sadly, I

recall the little girl, the little girl that

was me, asking the question, "Is my 

dog going to heaven now that he has

died?"

And now I find my elder self asking 

the question, "What is to become of

me as I approach my own passing?" 

Virtually the same question, aging

right along with my own fading self.

I find myself left with only one last

question . . . "Will we ever be granted

the answers to the questions we seek?"

I'll let you know if I ever find out, 

but it may be from the other side . . .

wherever that is?!

03/15/2022

"What a difference a day makes."

~Adams Stanley, Grever Maria

And then, there's morning, noon

and night . . . each with their own

time and place.

I awoke to not quite being used

to DLS yet, but happy to face the

day. Knew we were going to sally

forth and get some much needed

chores accomplished. So, after a 

bite . . .

The morning went fine, all well

accomplished. We treated our

selves to a job well done lunch

at our fave Mexican place. I'd

have to say, morning and noon

were just right.

On the way home, my nemesis, 

Diverticulosis, began to have its 

way with me. 'Tis that bit where I 

pay for all my sins, make no mistake. 

I was lucky in that the attack only

lasted a few hours. Still, it's far

worse than giving birth . . .

I awoke feeling just fine and

treated myself to some ice cream

for the first time in a month or

so. Watched a movie with my guy

and read for a while. You'd think

the attack had never happened.

I have to laugh; 'twas like having

three days in one . . .

03/14/2022

Daily Mantra

"Everything starts with me.

I have the power to change today.

I take responsibility for my life.

Great blessings are headed my way."

Ancient Pagan Roots

I saw this mantra this morning and

thought it to be a good one! We live

in a world today of quips and quotes;

those quick and dirty musings, cute

sayings . . . perhaps searching for a 

bit of positive in these negative times.

And indeed, we are living in dire 

times; our souls yearn for light in

this bitter darkness. Can't help but 

wonder though, if the reason we 

settle for these little ditties rather

than getting out and about, is because 

we're actually hunkered down in the 

dark. 

Maybe we're even a bit afraid to go

out 'mongst our childhood monsters

turned adults; the plague, unmasked

souls, escalating gas prices, robbery

and a plethora of other maladies.

For me, it's all about choosing to live

rather than exist . . .

these tremulous times

seeking the courage to live

exist not a choice

03/13/2022 - The Sins of Retirement

I remember as a child, making 

an all out effort to be a good girl. 

And, I suppose, everyone sows a 

few wild oats in their teens. Still,

we have to grow up and sin on 

the side of being all responsible.

But, let me just sing the praises 

of that long awaited retirement 

era. Staying up to all hours of 

kingdom come or going to bed 

in late afternoon. Ice cream for 

breakfast, margaritas in winter, 

snacks and movies rather than 

going to work. 

There is something so naughty 

about deviation from the norm, 

the unplanned, the unexpected. 

We spend so many years of 

our lives obeying, being good, 

doing the expected.

Then all of a sudden, we are

released from those demands,

written and unwritten . . .

Sooooo, let's party!!!

love me being out

fascination runs amok 

so much fun sinning

03/12/2022

Pondering the evolution of friendship 

makes for insightful thoughts. As kids, 

we played together. Teen years seemed

to be about how much trouble we could

get into without getting caught! The

parenting years, we were supportive of

each other, possibly hoping we wouldn't

turn into alcoholics!

And at long last, as elders we come

together to somehow sort out a bit of 

understanding of it all. Doesn't seem to

matter whether it's in a proper spiritual 

discussion or over drinks and chuckles

as well as a bit of cursing!

I sometimes find myself missing friends 

of yesteryear; can't help wondering how

they drifted away. Still I imagine, as we

age, our worlds become smaller.

Bottom line though, friendship is ever so 

important . . . to be cultivated, cherished, 

honored. Bless that effort of trying to stay

in touch; the odd phone call, note or e-

mail! It rather weighs heavily on my mind. 

Here's hoping I'll find the necessary energy

from somewhere!

long to understand

friends matter ever so much

want to be a friend

03/11/2022

'Tis the middle of a sleepless

night, yet somehow it's the 

morrow. Zero degrees, a tad

of snow falling; winter time!

Pondering the symbolism of

Mother Earth lying dormant,

readying herself for the rebirth

Spring brings. Methinks, I'd

do well to follow suit.

So wish I had thought of this

analogy lo these many years

ago! I should be resting, just

thinking about what a new

Spring may bring into my life.

Braving the winds of change,

what might I invite . . . A new 

way of thinking? A look-see

into my spirit's yearnings? A

gearing up for personal growth?

There is a certain sense of new

expectations in this change of

heart. I'm learning to love the

possibility of mysteries unknown!

welcome times of change

trying new things on for size

excitement awaits

03/10/2022

I swear, I'm giving up the NEWS

for lent!!!

Heartbreak every which way you

turn. War torn lands, flooded states,

others without water. I swear, it

must be the end of the world.

And, I bitch because we woke up

to minus 5.3 degrees and a half a

foot of new snow.

Methinks 'tis time to have a . . .

'Come to Jesus talk with me!' Just 

stop your moaning and groaning 

already, ld!!!

Praise the gods I'm about a 100 

years old and giving myself

permission to stay-a-bed all day

today.

Into a fab book needs finishing

anyway!!! And, if the NEWS

isn't off in about three . . . I'm

going to take my broom to it!

03/09/2022

She arrived last night . . . 

one of my dearests and bests. 

I see us now, sitting by the fire

and sharing our hearts out!

The hours passed, the fire died 

down, the candles melted, the 

wine ended and still we sat and 

continued to share.

Seems I write about friendship

several times a week. I've ever

and always valued these sweet

relationships. Still, as one grows

older, they become more precious.

One of the things I want to give

some thought to would be the 

deserving of friendship. What

does it take? What is involved 

in being a good friend?

Perhaps the main thing would 

be, to be there! Be available!! 

Be present and counted!!! I do 

know that being a good friend 

truly matters to me. It matters

to even be friends with our 

children.

I'm pondering . . .

03/08/2022

"she battles her own darkness

by giving hope to everyone

around her with a smile bright 

enough to reach the darkest of 

souls" ~cwpoet

Every now and then, I get to

thinking about who I want to 

be when I grow up. Sometimes,

it will be a quote that somehow

inspires me. Others, I'll hear

someone speaking their own

truth.

I would have to admit that one

of the hard earned joys of being

about a hundred years old, would

be that odd bit of personal growth.

Alas, once you start to see it

happening, you realize just how

far you have to go!

Praise our Gregorian Calendar,

we have many new beginnings

at our fingertips . . . new days, 

weeks, months and years, even

decades. I intend to make good 

use of them. I have some growing 

to do written on my calendar of

days!

*cwpoet Caroline White is often 

an inspiration to me. I make the

effort to read her on a daily basis.

03/07/2022

My guy treated me to such a

sweet surprise at o' dark thirty

this early morn!

He built a fire, lit candles and

suggested we enjoy the snow in

panorama now that it's stopped.

We received six or seven inches,

enough to erase all blemishes in

the landscape. Such beauty!

I'm ever and always enamored

of the element of fire . . . it heats,

destroys, warms and diminishes,

to say nothing of its romantic

side. I find myself intrigued.

element of fire

warming body heart and soul

ever taking care

p.s. 'Tis o' dark thirty on the other

end of the stick . . . can't think of

when I've spent a more delicious

day! Bless the man!!!

03/06/2022

"It's important to live life with 

a knowledge of its mystery and

your own mystery."

~Joseph Campbell

The man speaks the truth, truth

we all need to be reminded of 

from time to time.

So love the word mystery here as 

well. Still, the truth is that so many 

of us mostly exist, rather than live.

One of the things I much lament is

coming to this truth about a hundred

years too late! Most of us get our

personal growth mixed up end to

end, don't we?!

I love our innocence as children. 

Can't help but wonder when it is

that we begin to lose that beautiful

trait?! Then, we get so involved in

the very existence of our survival,

we forget to live. 

Perhaps, change can still happen.

Where is it written that only the 

young can grow. Surely, growth

can happen at any age, even when

one only has little time left.

Bottom line, 'tis far better to pass

beyond the pale 'living' rather than 

simply existing!

tis a truth revealed

live rather than exist

sometimes forgotten

03/05/2022

Alas, methinks I've overdosed 

on Winter . . .

Every time I awoke during the

night, it was snowing . . . and

this after a few days of warmth.

Working on my attitude . . .

Three foot ice cycles melting,

One foot of our two and a half

feet of accumulated snow slowly 

disappearing. And, I'm told these 

are signs of Spring on its way. I 

hope so; I'm ready!

Then, I read the morning news.

The horror, sorrow over what's

happening in the Ukraine . . .

and I give myself a good shake

right down to my toes! 

"You don't even know what true 

sorrow is, woman! Get over 

yourself!! A bit of snow and a 

little cold is nothing compared to 

what's going on in the world!!!"

Pray forgive me, I was thinking

only of myself. I'm going to grow

up and shut the f--- up now!!!

personal growth rocks

at last paying attention

striving for it now

03/04/2022

"Life isn't just about darkness 

or light, rather it's about finding 

light within the darkness." 

~Landon Parham

Alas, we find ourselves in 

particularly dark times of late, 

utterly heartbreaking . . .

The Ukraine under attack, the

bombing of a nuclear plant, the

killings in schools, fire in its

destructive mode . . .

And then, I read the above quote

and I am reminded there is still

light in this dark, dark world. 

This is something we must recall

over and over again if we are to

survive these negative times.

Perhaps, light shines through in

the little things; letting someone

in front of you at the checkout 

stand, paying for an oldster's 

groceries, changing a flat tire 

for a gal in the parking lot. 

I am reminded of that infamous

misquote, "We are all broken, 

that's how the light gets in."

Methinks 'tis time to root for the

broken . . . bring on those bits

and pieces of light streaming 

through! Has to be what cracks

are all about!

03/03/2022 - New Moon

The New Moon is ever so auspicious, 

each and every month. It always moves 

me with its subliminal messages . . .

The key word here is 'new' . . . new 

beginnings, new dreams, new ideas,

new new new! I'm quite grateful that 

the new year isn't the only new we 

have at our fingertips!

There is something in our nature that

leads us to believe we can't begin again,

as it were, without a new! I particularly

like that in the New Moon each month.

I make these promises to myself each

and every . . . I'm going to eat right,

even exercise maybe . . . (emphasis on

the word maybe), eat less, lose the odd 

pound . . . I'll even save my shekels, 

etc. etc.

Still for me, the real romance of the

new moon is the sense of spirituality

I derive from seeing it, watching it.

It awakens in me such longing, a

sense of inner beauty, joy! 

Let's enjoy . . .

pray lunar lady

fill my soul with your beauty

resting in your arms

03/02/2022

March; what a month, what a beginning! 

We weep over those women accused 

and killed in the Salem Witch Trials. We

honor women, both famous and infamous

around the world as it is Women's History

Month. Ash Wednesday and the New Moon

simply put the icing on this amazing cake!

I imagine these women of yore, looking 

on incredulous as we verge on war, world

hunger, rampant killings and homes burned.

Indeed, they would wonder if things never

change, or what they bothered to fight for.

The questions today might be, "What am

I willing to fight for? How may I do so? In

what ways may I stand up and be counted?

What is my legacy to our young daughters?"

I recall that bit of wisdom, "If you only do

one good deed a day, that's still 365 good

deeds in a year." Overwhelmed with the

current state of things,  it's too easy to give

into that nothingness of inaction.

Sooooo not who I want to be when I grow

up! I will poke and prod my brain to find

little ways I can do a 'daily' for others. If

we were to all chime into action . . . just

imagine those concentric circles ever

broadening and expanding across our world.

Pray I rise to the occasion . . .

03/01/2022 - March! Spring!! Ostara!!!

Just as I'm about to die on the vine,

March arrives. I know Winter is no

where near over, still 'tis hope in

the making!

My childhood memories of March

have to do with wind. My dad used 

tell us the winds came to sweep

Winter away. Once in a while, we'd

get a little whirlwind on the play

ground. We'd all rush over to dance

in it before it disappeared. 

I find myself longing for Spring!

It's supposedly just around the 

corner, but in our neck of the woods,

the first month of Spring is Winter

extended!

May as well confess, the celebration

I most long for is Ostara, otherwise

know as the Spring Equinox and the

first day of Spring . . . March 21st.

For me, it rather signifies beginning

of hope, the return of the sun and

happy days awaiting!

Here's wishing us all the best March

ever . . .

lets dance together

we will tap to march music

a whirlwind awaits