And..the shock wears off.

So here is the deal.  For the first week after the election I was in intense shock.  I mourned, I rationalized, I became angry, I bargained.  And then, yes, I accepted.  Trump is our president and I am quite worried.  Am I willing to give him a chance?  maybe, but what I have seen to point makes my quiet acceptance doubtful.

Today I learned one of his staff will be that Bannon character, (I shudder at giving that person a better title than that)  Bannon, one of the leaders of the Alt right will continue to have the close ear of our president,  Bannon, a man who offers our country no hope of healing but does give hope to these that hate.

For 6 days I have said little, not wanting to offend my Republican friends and family, yet I have watched those same people trash protestors, continue to demean wonderful women like Michelle Obama, continue to demean and group Democrats as whiners, evil protestors, sore losers.

And finally I decide, screw it.   I despise Trump, I fear for the goodness of our country, our great country, and no, I am not moving to Canada as one “friend” suggested.

I am remembering back in my youth, protesting a war that our country could not win, that was killing and destroying our youth in mass, and being told the same thing, if you dont like our country leave it.

Yet, is not our country based on freedom of speech, is not our country based on protest?  I am told to take a breath, let it play out.

So…I am protesting, yes he is our president, but I don’t like it, and I will not remain silent.  He is deplorable. And I will speak.

Once I was young. I believed, then I forgot, now…I am aware again…

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Sweetest Sister Sandi

 

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Well, I missed your birthday my sister, I was away from my computer for a few days, and frankly, the date blindsided me until I saw it on Facebook.  How the heck did it get this late into the summer?

Sandi you are kind, smart, honest, beautiful, innovative, funny.  A great woman, a wonderful mother, and a fantastic Grandma.

You love with all of your heart, and for years I have watched you shower others with so much care, concern, and eagerness.  I have worried that you do not shower yourself with such bounty, but I have noticed in recent years you taking the time to think more of yourself, and I am so happy about that.

Your life has not been an easy one, you have lived through massive obstacles, pain, and you have always come out kicking, cept for that one time when your knee was smashed in a car accident,  you were not kicking so hard after that.  You did keep moving forward though, through everything.

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You have learned to enjoy your moments of joy, to savor them, to imclude them in your memory banks, to create them.  I love that.

And sigh, I must apologize for locking you out of the house when I was babysitting you back on the farm, well, you say I did that anyway, I am not sure I acknowledge it, but…#notthebestbigsisterever.

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I love you sista, I honor you, I respect you, I admire you.  Happiest New Life Year!

 

 

For Seth on his birthdate

I love Seth, he delights me.  His quirky sense of humor, highly intelligent view of our view, sweetness, creativity, and much more delights my heart.

He loves my daughter Sarah, and she loves him. Together they are making a future together that awes me.   

Seth has helped John immensely with his work,  on graphics for John’s business, he gets what we need.

Seth lives large, with a fabulous sense of adventure.  He lives with style. I just adore him.

Happy birthday Seth, you deserve only greatness!

Happiest Day Melody

I could call her a bonus daughter, or an old friend.
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She is a daughter, a sister, an aunt. A chef, a whipcracker, a dancer.

I can call her someone who I watched grow from a girl dancing like a gypsy to a young woman tall and strong.

Melody Happiest Birthday. ..may the sun shine bright on your back, the wind gentle through your hair, and grace carry your feet.

You are a beautiful one and I love you.
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Hapy Birthday to My Guy!!!

wpid-p1528784043-5.jpgToday is John’s Birthday! He is my hero, he is my soul mate, he is my love.

John is chock full of talent, a creator, an innovator.  And he is rough and strong and gentle.  With him, my life is better than ever.

Honey you delight me every day, your humor cracks me up, your oh not so political correct ideals, do disturb me, but they are part of your huge picture, so they delight me as well…

Your energy is astounding, your preparedness way out of my league. You protect me, honor me, entice me.

Simply…I love you greatly!  Happy Birthday!!!wpid-img_2905.jpg

Our mother made cookies

I have memories of spring, of May Day, whether they be true or not I have no idea.  Perhaps my sisters can tell me.

macaroonsI have memories of May Day Macaroons, the only time our mother made them.  I loved those macaroons, soft, warm and chewy from the oven.  I loved their pure coconut sweetness.

I have memories of small paper baskets, cone shaped, with a wild violetstiny paper handle, filled with flowers and cookies, and hung on a friends door.may basket

I love these memories of our mother.

I always will love macaroons and little wild violets

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PALM READING

mmpalmsAfter a self imposed hiatus from reading palms, I am so happy to announce that I am once more checking out your lines, helping you understand your destiny, and just having fun with people I enjoy.  Although I am not as glamorous as Ms.Monroe in the picture,  I promise you an interesting time!

Currently you can see my schedule at Mind Body Spirit in St Cloud, and schedule a reading there for your convenience.  I will post continuing updates with new venues, and offers.

Otherwise, I am available for private parties, (I love Bachorlette Parties) and private readings.

Your destiny, your life is in the palm of your hands.

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