April 22, 2014 at 1:15 pm (angels, Beginnings, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, freedom, gypsies, history, mother, stars, words)
Tags: breathing, child, Earth Day, events, inspiration, mother, sisters, spiritual, women
March 31, 2014 at 3:25 pm (angels, Beginnings, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, gypsies, melting snow, rain, random thoughts, spring, spring snow)
Tags: breathing, change, clouds, dreaming, freedom, inspiration, mother, sisters, special events, spiritual, spring
March 20, 2014 at 3:23 pm (angels, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, freedom, gypsies, melting snow, mosaic, mother, palm reading, People I Know, planning, Second Saturday, spring, spring snow, stories, words)
Tags: 225 water street, change, dreaming, events, freedom, friends, gardens, jordan, palm reading, people, sisters, special events, spiritual, spring, women
March 17, 2014 at 4:35 pm (Beginnings, breathing, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, freedom, gypsies, little girl, melting snow, mother, random thoughts, stories)
Tags: 225 water street, breathing, dreaming, events, freedom, gardens, inspiration, jordan, mother, palm reading, special events, spiritual, spring, women
March 5, 2014 at 11:38 pm (angels, Beginnings, disasters, freedom, gypsies, palm reading, People I Know, planning, Second Saturday, spring)
Tags: 225 water street, change, events, jordan, palm reading, people, special events, spiritual, women
March 3, 2014 at 3:47 pm (Beginnings, breathing, change, daydreams, Fairy Tales, family, freedom, gypsies, history, little girl, mother, random thoughts, stars, summer, travel, witness, words)
Tags: change, child, dreaming, family, freedom, inspiration, mother, people, spiritual, spring, summer, travel, winter
As a small child I spent time with my Grandmother Schumacher in the summer. Nights I slept on the couch, next to her dining room window, and listened to the train whistle blowing as the train headed through Marengo. I dreamed of where the train could take me, the mystery of adventures I would enjoy.
Now what seems like a century later, near our house, across the road and past the swamp is a railroad track. The sound comes through our open windows in the summer evening,; drifts across on the cold air, like wisps of ghostly sighs, in the winter. The glory of it’s song wakes me in the evening, and I lay awake wondering where it is heading, who else is hearing its music.
During the day, I can see the train passing, cars heaped with coal, tankers with oil, corn syrup, flat cars holding massive equipment, and trailer cars with names like Evergreen, Pacific, Burlington,Hanji. The train for all of it’s fundamental use is a magical mystery for me. Graffiti adorns the sides of it’s cars, art from place and people unknown.
At times, the train stops on the tracks across the road, across that swamp, and its brakes chime a large sweet chime. The first time I heard this, I thought perhaps fairy had broken through the veil, bringing song.
I am happy trains exist, transporting life.
February 28, 2014 at 4:37 pm (angels, Beginnings, breathing, change, daydreams, family, freedom, gypsies, history, mosaic, planning, Second Saturday, spring, words)
Tags: 225 water street, breathing, change, dreaming, events, family, freedom, friends, inspiration, jordan, mosaic, palm reading, sisters, special events, spiritual, spring, women
Call this what you want, I am so happy Second Saturday exists. 225 water Street is a store filled with beautiful stuff, magical mosaics, kindred spirits, and just plain good conversation! Not to mention a few ghosties that may float by and send a happy chill up your spine.
I met Mara years ago, during the days I still lived above 225 Water Street, the days that the store was an empty shell; dusty and waiting for positive nuturing. I loved the building there, loved my time spent living there and dreamed that someday, someone, would come and brighten the space below me. Little did I know the lady would also kick me out of my lofty tower. Oh well, Life moves on, and I happily continue to be a part of the place, dusting the area with my own brand of human haunting!
225 Water Street, the home of the Tile Gypsies; those women who spend time quietly decorating the streets of Jordan with tiny little baubles and beauty. 225 Water Street, the home of happy friends!
February 21, 2014 at 6:39 pm (angels, Beginnings, breathing, family, freedom, gypsies, little girl, mother, stars, Uncategorized, words)
Tags: breathing, change, child, daughters, dreaming, events, giving birth, inspiration, mother, people, sisters, spiritual, women
This morning I woke dreaming of a letter I was writing to Maggie, My oldest daughter, telling her about the day she was born.
I am sure you do not remember the day you were born, except perhaps in a deep spiritual way. But now, after you yourself have had two children, you do know the feelings that surround a new mother. Glory, happiness, fear, relief, exhaustion.
I had all of those with you and with Sarah.
With you, I decided to have a natural birth, at home, with a physicians assistant in attendance. I woke the first morning with cramps, not sure if I was indeed in labor. The cramps increased, and we called our PA to come.
I was a queen with attendees for a while, your aunt Laura, came, her husband Mike came, My friend Bev Gardner came. Everyone was there for the party, Sitting around my bed, talking with me, holding my hand and helping me breathe during the contractions. It was a time! And the time drug out, and drug out. In retrospect, I should have been up walking around, not laying on bed, although the night before I did scrub all the floors of our apartment on my hands and knees, cleaned the counters, washed the stove, refrigerator, did laundry, put fresh sheets on my bed, dusted. I nested. So that day, I had little to do other than lay in my bed and hold court. Which became a little boring. For everyone. But the contractions continued. It became late. people went home, the PA napped in the spare room. Your father, Jef, was down in the living room with a few of his cronies, having a party. I was getting a bit cranky, I had images of my nice clean home being partied animaled, and was not well pleased. I rested through the night, quiet, with my contractions, and communing with you. Waiting for you.
The next day, the contractions continued but did not increase. The PA went home, said to call him. Then something happened. HOO BOY! The contractions continued big! The PA was nowhere to be found, so we decided to drive to the hospital for your birth. Over railroads tracks, bumpy roads, snow falling, I did not know I had such a large capacity for enduring pain!!!
I smile when I write this, because it is true that the pain memory goes away, and a mother is left with the glorious glow of warmth and love of having a small child in her arms.
So, you were born in a hospital after all, and very quickly after I arrived. Your were beautiful, perfect, lovely. I loved you so.
We were in the hospital for two days, a very crowded ward, with women having babies, and in beds in the hall. Everyone had a baby that week. Friends came to visit, I cuddled you, loved you.
The day we went home was glorious, your bed was a small basket in our room. I slept near you, with you, and when I was not in the room I tiptoed upstairs on a regular schedule to check you, listen to your soft breaths, feel the rise and fall of your chest, and nuzzle your downy head. I was in love.
February 11, 2014 at 9:36 pm (Beginnings, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, freedom, gypsies, melting snow, palm reading, planning, spring, spring snow, stars)
Tags: breathing, change, child, dreaming, events, freedom, friends, gardens, inspiration, palm reading, palm reading parties, sisters, spiritual, spring, summer, travel, women
I enjoy the energy of a group of like-minded people who come together to celebrate; the energy, the joy, and the love all create a fantastic venue for me to read.
If you are planning a party of your own contact me. I would love to read for you.