02/13/19

From time to time, the Universe gifts you
that perfect day. 'Twas a combination of
perfection on every level. The perfect man,
the perfect food, the perfect conversation,
the perfect sharings . . . bound together
with a perfect fire and that perfect red wine.
I imagine it's something like that thousand
dollar French dessert made with real gold.
Never an everyday thing, but ever
unforgettable! I am searching for a way to
thank the Universe; so needs to be beyond
superlative . . .

so not just a word
perfection revisited
a gift most valued

02/12/19

Bright lights flashing in the middle of the
night. Staying the course, not going away.
Then a shot . . . then, yet another. Fear,
concern, worry. Courage to take a look.
Another deer, one that comes to the cabin
daily, loses his life to a motorist in a hurry.
Then the police had to shoot it . . . twice!
Empathy requires and inspires. I feel for
the deer, for the cop who had to shoot him,
even for the driven in a hurry . . . so relieved
I can't, don't, get my hands on him!!!
Grrrrrrrrrrr!

tears and fears and loss
sacred life for one and all
still can't stop weeping

02/11/19

Somewhere between Valentine's swift
approach and visiting friends of late,
I've had friendship on my mind. I find
it fascinating how we're given such vast
opportunities in our lifetimes to love so
many people in so many different ways.
I just love my cousin! I simply adore my
children! I love my father more than life
itself! I love, love, love my students! W
all simply love! LOVE!! L O V E !!!
Truly love, in whatever form it takes,
has to be the greatest gift of all.

love in many forms
friends sisters cousins lovers
valentines ahoy

02/10/19

A night to end all nights! My guy
gifted me an evening in front of the
fire . . . a little music, a little wine . . .
pure magic! I can't help but think,
if everyone had a fireplace, there'd
be world peace. Truly, there is naught
like it!!! Sorry! Ain't sharing my guy!!

once upon a time
fire a gift of magic
gift to end all gifts

02/09/19

Glorious wonder of wonders, the pipes
are unfrozen . . . why NOT shower at 3:00
in the morning after no water for two days!
Delicious, absolutely delish! Somewhere
'twixt living in this wondrous 120 year old
cabin and the westerns my guy watches, I
have a tiny, tiny sense of what our peoples
of yesteryear went through. The arduous
journeys in covered wagon, obviously never
experienced . . . but the enduring of cold
climes and little fires, the oft times lack of
water, gathering wood in 18 inches of snow,
are all bits and pieces of a past not lived.
Me thinks we have it easy even if we have
to drive an hour to purchase and load wood.
He cuts, I stack . . . and when I say we go out
in the cold to gather wood . . . that's it, bring
in a bundle and keep the fire going. Bottom
line, I love it! And, I'm ever so grateful I've
experienced a bit of this kind of living in my
own time.

living two eras
experience out of time
dreams of yesteryear

02/08/19

Thought I'd take a shower this morning;
been known to happen. Alas, the pipes
are frozen. I'm truly not complaining,
just explaining. When this cabin was built
120 years ago, there was no running water
inside. We have an old-fashioned pump
just outside the door and a shallow well
just beyond. And because the well is shallow,
the water is non-potable, but serves for all
other purposes. I believe the water was
brought indoors in 1950 when a tiny
bathroom was added onto the cabin. I
continue to find this adventure of living
in a 120 year old cabin interesting, exciting,
dismaying, amazing and just about any
other adjective you could come up with.
Move over, Daniel Boone!

longing for water
bathing beauty i am not
yearning for spring

02/07/19

Dreams in place; plans made; a special
day in the making . . . it's not every day
one wakes up to a pristine half a foot of
snow and 0 degrees. Guess there's naught
for it, it'll just have to be a movies in bed
day. And, if I'm not wrong, and we all know
I'm not . . . that should include bubbly . . .
'tis exactly what the doctor ordered, but
alas, I don't seem to have any.

dreams or phantasy
living vicariously
stuff they're made of

02/06/19

Missing may be the saddest word in the
English language. Of late, it seems there
are more missing children than ever. This
has to be the saddest missing of all! There
are missing husbands and missing wives.
Missing funds, missing moments in time . . .
missing, missing, missing! I have to as,
"What is missing in me?" The question
is both valid and important. And perhaps,
the answer, even more so. Am I missing
the point of what you're trying to tell me?
Is light missing in my soul? Am I missing
precious moments with my children? Has
missing become the norm, the usual, rather
that the rare and once in a while?! I truly
believe I need to contemplate the question
and watch out for the answers.

missing in action
pray i ever be present
my soul so needs this

02/05/19

Oh my God . . . what an amazing, incredible
man I have in my life! He awoke me this a.m.
with mimosas and a 007 flick . . . from there,
we binged on the few Bonds that the powers
at be offer to the public. What a fun, fun day,
to say nothing of all my now accumulated info on
Mr. Shaken, not stirred! I've come to understand
of late, that it's these crazy, awesome moments
that make life real and fun rather than perhaps
trips, expenditures and wild living! Bottom line,
I have no idea how much time I have left, what
with being 69 and holding, but I do know,  I
want to LIVE rather than EXIST!!! Allow me
to LIVE rather than EXIST!!! All me to hoist
my glass . . . here's to life! Hopefully, My life!

to live or exist
oh to live another day
exist no can do

02/04/19

Been pondering me some old . . . all sorts of
all things old. Old age, old friends, old cards,
old memories, old ideas, old movies, old, old,
old. I think we make a mistake, this business
of dissing the OLD! Old is a powerful thing.
Frankly, it's a shame that our society seems so
repelled by the idea of old. When you think
about it, old souls are a beautiful thing. Old
men tell the best tales out of school. Old wine
and aged cheese . . . one of the most fab treats
in the entire civilized world. Even old money
has a certain naughty allure. And yes, I get
that one must not dwell in the past, but does
that really exclude old?! So, give me some
old. I think actually, I want this old man
lying next to me, if you will . . .

now gimme some old
find meself in love with old
old ever wins out

02/03/19

Pondering the miracle of the morning after . . .
I spent yesterday celebrating Imbolc with two
of my sisters. Imbolc is an ancient Celtic festival
that celebrates the goddess Brighid and the
beginning of Spring. I imagine more people than
we like to think, summer from the dark days of
Winter. The arrival of Imbolc Eve on February first
and Imbolc on February second, always gives rise
to that glorious hope of light returning. Metaphor
that it may be for some, searching for the light
every single day, in every single manner, is a
most positive way to live. I wish for us all, a
light-filled Spring!

so longing for spring
dark days of winter ending
light and hope return

02/02/19 - Imbolc

I'm ever so excited, so excited that I've been awake
since 1:30 this morning! I get to spend the day with
two of my cronies who are more sisters than friends.
I'm thinking . . . February, Valentines, friendship, love
 . . . it's all there. My heart goes out to those who have
never known friendship such as this. Let's spend the
entire month of February thinking about the value of
the people we are so fortunate to have in our lives!

anticipation
waiting as a form of joy
will night never end

02/01/19

Baby it's cold outside . . . if the song is to be
believed! I've been reading on the news about
all time temp lows and the subsequent deaths.
Wondrous stories about a man who paid hotel
rooms for 70 homeless as well as a group of
good samaritans passing out blankets to street
people all over town. What is it about the cold
that inspires in us generosity? Perhaps, the
icicles of our hearts melt in empathy with the
cold we feel in our souls. One of my friends
shared with me a story about her dad. Seems
he buys men's coats at second hand stores,
puts a $5 spot in one pocket, a sandwich in
another, a pair of gloves in one and a beer
in the fourth. I believe this to be one of the
greatest acts of kindness I've ever heard. It's
practical as well as completely non-judgmental.
Me thinks we should all take a page out of his
book and sally forth and conquer . . .

its so cold outside
even my soul is frozen
togetherness warms