Second Saturday Update!!!!!!
05 Mar 2014 1 Comment
in angels, Beginnings, disasters, freedom, gypsies, palm reading, People I Know, planning, Second Saturday, spring Tags: 225 water street, change, events, jordan, palm reading, people, special events, spiritual, women
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!
The Second Saturday Strikes Again
28 Feb 2014 Leave a comment
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 out 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!
Birthing Maggie
21 Feb 2014 2 Comments
in angels, Beginnings, breathing, family, freedom, gypsies, little girl, mother, stars, Uncategorized, words Tags: breathing, change, child, daughters, dreaming, events, giving birth, inspiration, mother, people, sisters, spiritual, women
This morning I woke dreaming of a letter I was writing to Maggie, My oldest daughter, telling her about the day she was born.
So…
Dear Maggie;
I am sure you do not remember the day you were born, except perhaps in a deep spiritual way. But now, after you yourself have had two children, you do know the feelings that surround a new mother. Glory, happiness, fear, relief, exhaustion.
I had all of those with you and with Sarah.
With you, I decided to have a natural birth, at home, with a physicians assistant in attendance. I woke the first morning with cramps, not sure if I was indeed in labor. The cramps increased, and we called our PA to come.
I was a queen with attendees for a while, your aunt Laura, came, her husband Mike came, My friend Bev Gardner came. Everyone was there for the party, Sitting around my bed, talking with me, holding my hand and helping me breathe during the contractions. It was a time! And the time drug out, and drug out. In retrospect, I should have been up walking around, not laying on bed, although the night before I did scrub all the floors of our apartment on my hands and knees, cleaned the counters, washed the stove, refrigerator, did laundry, put fresh sheets on my bed, dusted. I nested. So that day, I had little to do other than lay in my bed and hold court. Which became a little boring. For everyone. But the contractions continued. It became late. people went home, the PA napped in the spare room. Your father, Jef, was down in the living room with a few of his cronies, having a party. I was getting a bit cranky, I had images of my nice clean home being partied animaled, and was not well pleased. I rested through the night, quiet, with my contractions, and communing with you. Waiting for you.
The next day, the contractions continued but did not increase. The PA went home, said to call him. Then something happened. HOO BOY! The contractions continued big! The PA was nowhere to be found, so we decided to drive to the hospital for your birth. Over railroads tracks, bumpy roads, snow falling, I did not know I had such a large capacity for enduring pain!!!
I smile when I write this, because it is true that the pain memory goes away, and a mother is left with the glorious glow of warmth and love of having a small child in her arms.
So, you were born in a hospital after all, and very quickly after I arrived. Your were beautiful, perfect, lovely. I loved you so.
We were in the hospital for two days, a very crowded ward, with women having babies, and in beds in the hall. Everyone had a baby that week. Friends came to visit, I cuddled you, loved you.
The day we went home was glorious, your bed was a small basket in our room. I slept near you, with you, and when I was not in the room I tiptoed upstairs on a regular schedule to check you, listen to your soft breaths, feel the rise and fall of your chest, and nuzzle your downy head. I was in love.
That my dear is how you were born. I love you always,
Mom
The lines of your palm
11 Feb 2014 2 Comments
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.
If you are planning a party of your own contact me. I would love to read for you.
31 Dec 2013 2 Comments
in Beginnings, breathing, change, family, freedom, gypsies, new year, planning, random thoughts, Uncategorized Tags: change, freedom, inspiration, special events, spiritual, women, world
My 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!
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!
Second Saturday
28 Jan 2013 Leave a comment
in Beginnings, breathing, daydreams, freedom, leather goods, melting snow, mosaic, palm reading, planning, Second Saturday, spring, travel, words Tags: 225 water street, change, cowgirl, crows, dreaming, events, gardens, inspiration, jordan, palm reading, people, sisters, special events, spring, women, world
When two friends get together and share delightful news, gossip, dreams, love and plans many great things happen!
When My friend Mara and I conspire over coffee, inventions are created, plans are laid, joy is shared and goodness is afoot! Life is a hoot, so let’s have more fun Come and join us at Second Saturday I will be reading palms
Mara will be a most fabulous host
Together we can add joy to your life with our selection of items to peruse and just perhaps purchase for yourself or others. Up-cycled art, clothing, vintage items,
Mara’s Magnificent Mosaics!
Think Spring! Think Gardens! Think Art! Think Friendship!
Think Beginning!
Shelly Shines
15 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in breathing, family, little girl, mother, witness Tags: breathing, child, events, family, inspiration, people, sisters, spiritual, women
We have a niece, us sisters, daughter of Sandy. I have watched, from afar, her growing from a child into a magnificent woman. Shelly literally shines. She is a faithful woman, and her feet seemingly (to my eyes) walk just a little above the ground, she floats just a bit due to the lightness and beauty of her spirit.
Shelly is strength. She moved across country on her own to follow her dreams, reenergize her life, and she succeeded with glory. She Succeeds!
Shelly helped me to remember my love for my Mother. She does not know this until now. She loved my Mom so much. with a beautiful and pure delight. I watched her love, admired it, and came to know Mom
through new, mature, eyes. Thank you Shelly, for that grace.
She is a worker, succesful in her career with the Marion Police Department, a mother, raising 2 sturdy, strong, smart, energetic sons. A wife, married to a husband who loves her in return, a partner to her. A daughter, beloved.
Do not misunderstand me, Shelly is also feisty! She is fierce in standing for her beliefs, defending her family and those she loves. Determined, funny, laughing, passionate, truly alive!
Lately, with her admirable strength, faith, love, and grace, she has had 2 succesful surgeries to remove cancer from her body. She has documented this, explained this and is surviving this.
Again, I have watched, and seen the outpouring of love coming back to her from her many friends. She is loved. Understandably.
I am happy to continue to watch her grow, to see her in turn become a grandmother, her in turn become that woman beloved by generations to come.
Bless you Shelly, thank you for being!