Judy is Joyful
05 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in breathing, daydreams, family, freedom, People I Know, witness Tags: breathing, freedom, friends, poet, sisters, spiritual
I have known Judy for oh about 100 years, she is my heart sister, a woman who I can be separate from for a long, long time, and we are together again, it is as though only 5 minutes have passed.
Judy lives in nature along the Mississippi River, Judy lives for nature, her soul saddens when she is too long in the city, too long from the woods and plains of her beloved countryside. She is funny, cracks me up with just a gesture, and although so very different from me, is nearly the same as me. We are like bookends on different shelves. She gets me, and I get her. It is good.
Judy is strong, independent, feisty, faithful, irreverent, gentle, peaceful, and sometimes a glorious crank. She is a role model to me.
And Judy is a poet, a wonderful crafter of words. She has an amazing ability to evoke images with her poems.
Here is one she just sent to me.
When Biking 
lose yourself
in the breeze
in the sky
in the green
name the wildflowers
along the trail…
marsh marigold
butterfly weed
Indian paintbrush
wild blue phlox
see the turtle cross
the Paul Bunyan trail,
see the spotted fawn
walk thru the sun-dappled woods
be startled by the screech
of the red-tailed hawk,
watch the young eagle
take flight
ride along with the dragonflies,
take in the vast open field,
the sea of wavering grasses,
the song of the red-winged blackbird
break at the edge
of Molly Lake,
stand cattail-still,
hear the loon call
immerse all of you
in the surrounding calm
J
Saddness
23 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
in disasters, gypsies, little girl Tags: breathing, child, people, spiritual, women
The world lost yet another talented spirit at the age of 27. Amy Winehouse found dead in her apartment from unknown causes. I will miss her amazing talent and mourn her loss! Rest in the peace you deserve Amy!
The Bones of Me
17 Jul 2011 5 Comments
in breathing, daydreams, family, freedom, gypsies, history, words, world Tags: breathing, dreaming, freedom, inspiration, special events, spiritual, world
We have history, us humans. We have our own personal story and the heritage of the people before us. We have the bones of the past that we can spend moments honoring and clothing in our own skin. We have the bones of ourselves to cover, protect, and move into life.
There is an old story from many cultures about The Bone Woman. This woman lives in the forlorn places of our world, deserts, ocean islands, mountains, and inner city ruins. She collects bones. Look closely and you can see her. Perhaps shuffling down a cracked city sidewalk, carrying a bag or pushing a shopping cart. Watch her and you notice her every now and again bend over, and pick up an object, maybe something shiny, or even cracked. She carefully wipes it clean on her shirt, or coat, or skirt, and places it gently in her bag or cart. You may be a little afraid of this woman, she seems like someone you should not know, someone who does not live the way you are comfortable with. Perhaps she mutters to herself, or smiles at you with no teeth, or smells not the way you would want someone to smell. She does not care that you disdain her. Her thoughts and plans are on the one job she has, collecting the bones of the world.
At the end of the day she goes to her home, maybe a desert cave, or a tree house. And in her home she takes those items she has spent the day collecting, and places them with reverence on the shelves that line her home. Sometimes, when she has enough of the right kind of items, the right amount of items, she sits on her floor, and gathering these correct pieces around her, she arranges them, fastening them together, a colorful stone here, where a heart would be, a bird’s nest fit right where it should go, bones fit together to form a marvelous skeleton of a living creature. Humming softly and quietly a tuneless yet melodious tune she watches this creation stand, usually on four paws, but at times on two feet. She watches and hums as a soft energy forms over this skeleton, and it begins to move, muscles and ligaments begin to grow, holding it strong, and skin or fur shimmer over it all, and eyes blink, and ears twitch, until finally the creature is living and ready to have a life of its own.
Opening her door, or the thin rags covering the entrance to her cave, the Bone Woman beckons to her newly born child, and watches as it bounds outside running free and alive. Running over rooftops, through desert brush, rocky outcrops, wet ocean floors. A story reborn.
We are like that. We rebuild our lives, regain our own stories, hopefully daily. Our lives are a process of fulfillment and growth.
Blessings on your stories my friends!
It’s a Beautiful World
05 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
in breathing, change, disasters, freedom, random thoughts, witness, world Tags: child, dreaming, freedom, spiritual, travel, world
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Pat’s glorious gardens
02 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
in daydreams, random thoughts, summer Tags: breathing, friends, gardens, spiritual, women
My friend Pat gardens. She says that gardening keeps her sane, gives her peace, and gives her an opportunity to meditate on life. Well I am sharing some pics of her mediation. You gotta know that this woman is well grounded!!!
Age is nothing but a number
09 Jun 2011 Leave a Comment
in breathing, change, daydreams, words Tags: dreaming, inspiration, people, spiritual, women
A short video of a beautiful woman! Ernestine Sheperd is wonderful, pay attention to her my friends, and you will remember that now is always the right time to begin! 71 years young!
Breathing
17 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in breathing, daydreams, words Tags: breathing, spiritual, summer
breathing is good, just saying
You are almost there
30 Apr 2011 3 Comments
in change, daydreams, gypsies, planning, random thoughts, spring, words Tags: dreaming, jordan, spiritual, spring
Yesterday, between snow showers, rain storms, and apparently earthquakes here in Minnesota, we had a spot of sunshine. Having an opportunity to play a bit outside, I visited the town I used to live in, and a garden I used to play in, for some playing in the dirt.
So, I raked a bit, hauled a bit, and visited a bit with some old friends, all in all a wonderful and refreshing morning. I said good day to plants that I have known for years as they emerged from the sun warmed soil, listened to birds, and the sounds of old voices.
Me, I am a great believer in signs, and I ask for them consistently, hoping, always hoping, for a bit more insight into my journey here. I am not sure the path I am on, but figure I will be there eventually. So back to my perpetual questions; I always ask, being a not patient woman…WHEN? when will I understand, when will I be there? And I had been asking that same question while I worked in the garden.
I looked down to see a slip of white paper fluttering in the breeze. Picking it up I read, on a Fortune Cookie slip…You are almost there… Hmm, now what do I ask?
talking about hands!
26 Apr 2011 2 Comments
in gypsies Tags: palm reading, people, spiritual
The study of our hands is a long time art, developed nearly 3 centuries ago. Think about your hand, and the many uses of your hand. You touch, and respond to tactile sensations. You manipulate tools, hold another’s hand, touch, and respond to tactile sensations.
Every hand is shaped differently, unique to our own selves.
Some are large, shaped squarely, with short, strong fingers. These are the hands of doers, builders, people who have most success creating, gardening, and building. Other hands are long, tapered, soft, perhaps the hands of an artist, someone sensitive to the needs and emotions of others. Some hands are strong, hard, with an embracing grip, others…weak and ineffectual.
Look at your own hands if you will. Are your fingers straight or curved, what about the condition of your nails, the shape of your nails.
And look at your palms. Every palm has a myriad of lines; some short and scattered, others connected to each other. Most every hand has four major lines; Head, Destiny, Heart, and Life. And many more minor lines, along with crosses, squares and circles.
Your hands tell a story, they are an individual blueprint, your personality, health, emotions, even strength of commitment are outlined for you to see.
In the weeks to come, I will present to you information about hand analysis and palm reading, so that you can have a tool to understand the amazing beauty that is you!
Next week, the study of the shape of our hands…
got a new thing!
14 Apr 2011 Leave a Comment
in change, daydreams, gypsies Tags: change, dreaming, packing, spiritual, spring
Life is so exciting, full of change, promise and continual new possibilities!!!
