01 May 2016
by Joyce
in angels, Beginnings, family, little girl, mother, spring, spring reflective, Uncategorized
Tags: child, events, family, Macaroons, May Day, mother, sisters, spiritual, spring, Wild Violets, women
I have memories of spring, of May Day, whether they be true or not I have no idea. Perhaps my sisters can tell me.
I 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 
tiny paper handle, filled with flowers and cookies, and hung on a friends door.
I love these memories of our mother.
I always will love macaroons and little wild violets
18 Mar 2016
by Joyce
in Beginnings, breathing, change, melting snow, Uncategorized
Tags: change, dreaming, Easter, Equinox, events, Ostara, spiritual, spring
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
19 May 2014
by Joyce
in angels, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, gypsies, mosaic, mother, rain, random thoughts, spring, spring reflective, stories, witness
Tags: breathing, dreaming, fairies, inspiration, spiritual, spring
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.
01 May 2014
by Joyce
in angels, Beginnings, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, freedom, gypsies, mother, rain, random thoughts, spring, summer
Tags: Beltane, breathing, dreaming, events, freedom, friends, inspiration, spiritual, spring, summer, women
As 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!
31 Mar 2014
by Joyce
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.
20 Mar 2014
by Joyce
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!!!
17 Mar 2014
by Joyce
in 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
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!
03 Mar 2014
by Joyce
in 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.
28 Feb 2014
by Joyce
in 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
An occasional store…a communal setting of joy…a great time is had by all…Cookies…palm reading…great gifts to browse and buy…time with Ms. Mara!
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!
Come o
ut one and all, come out for the fun, come out for the joy. Brush up against the spirit of old, and engage the spirit of new.
Have your palm read, eat a cookie, buy a gift. Just come out for the fun!!! Celebrate that Spring is near!
11 Feb 2014
by Joyce
in 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
Time for your palm to be read? I am booking parties for the spring (or even late winter).
Valentine parties, Spring parties, garden parties, bachelorette parties, water parties, birthday parties, just a party. I love them all. 
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.
life is never hidden
If you are planning a party of your own contact me. I would love to read for you.
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