Of Course I believe

On this rainy spring morning I can imagine little fairies cozened up in their homes with feet up on pin cushions, settled in, covered with downy quilts.  Tea steaming in little cups, staying dry, and dreaming of the sun.10402625_10152537140487873_6572578903383870791_n

May Day

beltaneAs a child, our Mother helped us to craft small construction paper baskets, to fill with wild violets.  We would take these, early in the morning, and hang them on the door knobs of our friends houses.   She also baked coconut macaroons, just then, for that day.

I loved these traditions, and now, understand the offerings, the macaroons for blessings, the flowers to represent spring moving into summer.

We sort of have forgotten this day, as we have many things that I remember from child hood.

Well, here is my basket of flowers for you!  Happy Beltane, one and all!  Blessings on you!flowersfor may

I love a rainy day (Martin Machado “Drifters of Bristol Bay”)

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Life

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I was looking for images of rain, because we are in that wonderfully glorious season of rain and mud mixed with unexpected rays of sunshine.  I found this.  It makes a good deal of happy sense.

Oh those Irish!

Happiest Day to you all!  It is not yet calendar Spring, and yes, tomorrow it will snow.  I however always believe that today. St Patty’s Day is my start to Spring.  Whatever comes, snow or sleet, I can feel Springtime in my soul!st-patricks-day-vintage-graphicsfairy003

Trains in the distance

train_plum_blossomsAs 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.

 

 

 

imagesfireMy wish for you all in this New Year is a time of beginning, positive change, opportunity, and love.  I wish for you a multitude of blessings and prosperity, a plethora of positivity and and abundance of laughter!  I hope for you a great and crazy river of joy!sidney

My years motto… My crazy runs wild and it runs deep!  For you as well, be crazy, be wild, be alive in our coming year!cropped-166343_10150111355198688_756903687_7658541_5736996_n.jpg

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