If I have a clue what normal is...However, it is wonderful to back in Tai Chi and meeting with my writing group and going to my Al-Anon home group. And gas is up to (gulp) $3.99. That alone will curtail some of my activities.
Tomorrow a world wide meditation asking for peace, harmony and well being for the waters of Japan and all the plant life and humans.
For this moment, blessings and sweet dreams.
Stars pierce the darkness. Shuffle the deck. Seventy eight cards invite archetypal truths.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
stars in the sky...
The churn of the dishwasher, the crackle of the fire, the endless flicking of the remote as Michael searches a zillion channels for something of quality. His quality and mine are not the same. I'm ready to listen to "The Help" on CD. It was a great read and wonderful to listen to with all the accents of the characters enhancing the story.
The energies of the Universe spiral around me. That and lack of sleep make me wonder where I am. Still here. Jose Arguelles died. Did you read him in the '80s around Harmonic Convergence and the Mayan calendar? Well, it is 2011 and maybe he needs to do his work from the other side.
Mostly I've been working with the Paulina Tarot deck this week. Detailed artwork that invites meditation.
I'm reading "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle." This is probably a must-read, though I've had a hard time getting into it.
Bought some ferns for the garden. Mostly I must get everything tidied up before I randomly begin to plant. Don't worry. That's just an idea. I always plant randomly and it is as delightful as painting with both hands.
Speaking of hands, here they are with a fresh coat of pale pink polish, tanzanite and pearl rings and hand braces. For several years I've worn hand braces and then for a while only at night. Last month I had a new pair made and they reduce the pain. This week I saw a hand surgeon. My hand looks very weird in the x ray. Well, the basal joint (upper thumb) has disintegrated. She said it looked "moth eaten." Probably will have surgery in May.
Look to the sky and swallow the rain or drink the stars. We are all blessed beyond compare.
The energies of the Universe spiral around me. That and lack of sleep make me wonder where I am. Still here. Jose Arguelles died. Did you read him in the '80s around Harmonic Convergence and the Mayan calendar? Well, it is 2011 and maybe he needs to do his work from the other side.
Mostly I've been working with the Paulina Tarot deck this week. Detailed artwork that invites meditation.
I'm reading "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle." This is probably a must-read, though I've had a hard time getting into it.
Bought some ferns for the garden. Mostly I must get everything tidied up before I randomly begin to plant. Don't worry. That's just an idea. I always plant randomly and it is as delightful as painting with both hands.
Speaking of hands, here they are with a fresh coat of pale pink polish, tanzanite and pearl rings and hand braces. For several years I've worn hand braces and then for a while only at night. Last month I had a new pair made and they reduce the pain. This week I saw a hand surgeon. My hand looks very weird in the x ray. Well, the basal joint (upper thumb) has disintegrated. She said it looked "moth eaten." Probably will have surgery in May.
Look to the sky and swallow the rain or drink the stars. We are all blessed beyond compare.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Michael goes back to work
Blue skies and spring sings up to 59 degrees. Michael went back to work yesterday. Despite recommendations of reduced hours, he decides to do a full shift, which turns into 9 and 1/2 hours. Eileen and Walt invite us to dinner and we enjoy a fabulous salmon dinner cooked by the fisherman and chef.
Today Michael goes to his first physical therapy session today + work. Yes, he's tired tonight. Me too.
Today Michael goes to his first physical therapy session today + work. Yes, he's tired tonight. Me too.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Vernal Equinox
Sunshine and the promise of hyacinth. Leaves stretch from lazy honeysuckle vines. I tend the garden with the help of the dogs and rake up winter debris. Unto this space, I invite peace and harmony that it shall expand world wide, shining to the central sun.
Sun and Moon
A crisp blue sky. We walk the dogs along the back circle. Michael moves slowly but confidently. The miracles of western medicine continue to work with holistic options. Tonight we drove down to the lake to see the full moon. Magic is in the air. All blessings to you.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Full Moon...Uranus moves into Aries
Thanks to Seattle astrologer Steve Schroyer for the following.
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St. Patrick and William of Orange
I put the four leaf clover necklace around my neck. A bit of nature captured in plastic that I've had since 6th grade. I wear it every St. Patrick's Day over something orange. Gramps told me to go ahead and wear the green but to be certain to wear orange also. He mentioned William of Orange but I don't remember a story. Just that the color orange would associate me with Scotland not Ireland. I've worn orange on St. Patty's day ever since.
That makes me start thinking of this pattern I've followed for many decades. I wear orange mostly in honor of my grandfather and not as any kind of political statement. However, as I ponder this, it makes me realize that conflicting points of view (in this case Roman Catholicism vs. protestantism. I have drifted far from any of those major religions I studied in my youth.
I see the insidious insidious patterns of war emerging. And I am sad. No matter what our "colours", we are all one. Literally. On last night's news, a scientist said we all carried Chernobyl in our bodies. Of course. It is the butterfly fling in Italy that makes the rain in Seattle.
No matter what you celebrate, I think of you and know we have more in common than ever we know. So, let's celebrate!
That makes me start thinking of this pattern I've followed for many decades. I wear orange mostly in honor of my grandfather and not as any kind of political statement. However, as I ponder this, it makes me realize that conflicting points of view (in this case Roman Catholicism vs. protestantism. I have drifted far from any of those major religions I studied in my youth.
I see the insidious insidious patterns of war emerging. And I am sad. No matter what our "colours", we are all one. Literally. On last night's news, a scientist said we all carried Chernobyl in our bodies. Of course. It is the butterfly fling in Italy that makes the rain in Seattle.
No matter what you celebrate, I think of you and know we have more in common than ever we know. So, let's celebrate!
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