Sometimes, the weather does not feel like our season is changing, but our hearts…our hearts feel the change.
Blessings on this Ostara, may the wisdom of moving forward lighten your souls
Spring Happy Happy Spring
18 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Beginnings, breathing, change, melting snow, Uncategorized Tags: change, dreaming, Easter, Equinox, events, Ostara, spiritual, spring
Time for a Wagon
20 Oct 2015 Leave a comment
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Please take some time to check out my new endeavor!
Freedom
04 Jul 2014 3 Comments
in Beginnings, breathing, change, daydreams, family, freedom, gypsies, history, mother, old west, planning, random thoughts, stories, witness, world Tags: breathing, change, clouds, Coming to America, dreaming, family, freedom, inspiration, people, sisters, world
children of the poor
Yesterday I watched a news story. Women and children are coming to our boarders, believing that they will find freedom. Believing in the American Dream; met at the border by rich US citizens, turned away, screamed at, disregarded as people. We furiously protect what we have, forgetting where we got it!
Trail of Tears
We forget that our ancestors came from other countries; pushing out the native people who lived here. In many cases with genocide.
We forget that our ancestors came, and lived in hovels, worked, scraped, struggled. So that they could have the American Dream. We forget that they were scorned and terrorized, yet kept coming. 
We forget where we came from.
This is not a treatise on immigration policy, I am not smart enough for that. This is a call for understanding and love, for a return to our basic values of liberty and justice for all. What are the words?
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
This is how most of us arrived here. My great grandparents from Prussia and England with little, working their way here to the Midwest, coming to dream.
Today, everyday, remember and honor.
Life
31 Mar 2014 2 Comments
in 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
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.
Happy First Calendar Day of Spring!!!
20 Mar 2014 Leave a comment
in 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
It has been a while since I could say Happy Spring. Yes, I know, Beginning Saturday it will be cold again, but Hey! It is Spring!
I will be celebrating Spring with Ms. Mara this Saturday at 225 Water Street! Hope to see you there! Many items to browse and maybe you can have your palm read!!!
Second Saturday Update!!!!!!
05 Mar 2014 1 Comment
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No Second Saturday this month! Sadly my co-conspirator, Mara, has fallen and broken her wrist.
We have rescheduled for March 22nd! I hope to see you there!
Trains in the distance
03 Mar 2014 1 Comment
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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.
