Losing Lennon

I was in Wonder Oregon that day. Still brings a tear. Aloha dear John, we love you forever.

French Riviera

We were on vacation from our home in Fountainebleau. We drove all the way to Monaco, Nice and Marseille, going over the mountains and thru towns along the coastline. We crossed over into Italy for some shopping.
My sister and I loved the beach like it was our natural element. My bathing suit had orange polka dots on white and dark bottoms, I don't remember if that was black or brown. I do remember that I loved it! I always had love afffairs with my swimsuits when I was little, never wanting to take them off. My Mom took us out into the deeper water to rinse off the sand and saltiness from the sea that had collected in our suits and was starting to rub our tender skin.
Our beloved French babysitter Odette came along with us. She was about 16 and I think every square inch of her tiny bedroom was covered with posters of film stars. She got so very sunburned laying on the sunny beach! My Mom poured canned condensed milk over her sunburn to take the heat out she said. My Mom still swears by this remedy!

Boil in Sweet Milk

"If a cracked dish is boiled for 45 minutes in sweet milk, the crack will be so welded together that it will hardly be visible, and will be so strong it will stand the same usage as before."
I love making my list for Thanksgiving shopping. Checking off each item as I wield my shopping cart through the crowded isles. It really is a warrior's meal with the great effort involved. Women (and men) train for years to be successful Thanksgiving cooks. Housecleaning is big too because to make room for all your guests requires much moving arounds of things. I think I may like that part least. Usually things get put in weird places and are difficult to find again. Especially the things on my dining table which has many functions (it is the biggest flat surface available after all!).
May we all have confidence and joy as we prepare the feast and give our thanks for all our blessings. And mark another notch on our accomplishment belts.

Centaur Wind

Lovely my lovely time of year. Sagittarius blew into town last night like a wild gypsy lover. Fresh feral air like spring in reverse ~ tasting of winter and laughing . Nippy and dangerous.

o wild nights of metallic bite and running to nowhere like there is no tomorrow.. 

picture of Tony Ward

I love how the word nowhere has the word NOW in it. Ultimate of "Be Here Now".

Death of the Self

Like discarded pages                        

from the book

of autumn, the leaves

come tumbling down

in red and umber,

each a poem

or story

an unread letter.

Think of the fires

in ancient Alexandria,

the voluminous smoke

of parchment burning.

Open your arms

to the dying colors,

to the fragile
beauties

of November.

Deep in the heart
of buried acorns,

nothing is lost.

by Linda Pastan

  Well, it has been a week. Someone has dissed me out of nowhere and it hurts. Twice. I say I won't let it bother me but it does and creeps up into my thoughts. I much prefer people to be upfront and talk about things. At this point I don't know what is the problem. I now want to withdraw or rant, yet I know there is no answer to be found in that path. The person is someone who I cannot afford to have issues with since we work together. I will wait awhile and see what happens.

  This is the second time this year that this has happened. The first was a dear friend ( a friendshipI always thought was unshakable ) who just took a turn in the other direction. I know I will not please everyone but have had a crush to my ego/tender heart. Just when I thought all was well! I hope to learn from this because if not the pain is not worth anything.
UPDATE; I bucked up and just called the person involved They said they had planned on contacting me to apologize for their behavior. Also that they should of called me 1st, but were glad that I had reached out to try to set things straight. Evidently they were 'having a bad day'. Don't take it out on me next time please! Apology accepted but now I fear I may be a bit wary with them in the future as this was not the 1st time this has happened. I will be force feeding them chocolate next time I told them. Really. Mischief managed.

Of Remembering

Is it a new country

In another world of reality

Than Day's?

Or did I live there

Before Day was?

I awoke

To an ordinary morning with gray light
Reflected from the street,
But still remembered
The dark-blue night
Above the tree line,
The open moor in the moonlight,
The crest in the shadow.
Remembered other dreams

Of the same mountain country:     

Twice I stood on its summits,
I stayed by its remotest lake,
And followed the river

Towards its source.

The seasons have changed
And the light
And the weather
And the hour.
But it is the same land.
And I begin to know the map
And to get my bearings.    
by Dag Hammarskjold

 

Sunday Tube

"We Carry White Mice" from Snowbird in the UK


Yeah, I love green with pink.
I love doze-y lyrical music.
I love floaty dresses.

Now to rouse you back up abit - The Go! Team also from the UK and "Doing It Right". Love the cat suit. This video reminds me of high school in the 70's. High School Musical circa 1974. Woohoo!

Belated Blogaversary

I just realized I just had my 1st blogaversary on October 3rd! Altho I don't post real often, I love love it. Even tho I haven't had any comments or such, it still is satisfying. So...hurrah!

Taking Just Another High Chance or Just High Taking Another Chance

So struck by these songs. Bryan Ferry is too cool. Really love him so much. Debonair in any era. And the high I mention in my title is not, of course, the drug induced kind, but more of a swoon. Or when you get a rush from taking a chance, you know what I mean. A swooning rush, I like to be in one! Especially the heart fluttering kind...

Sea-Fever

SEA-FEVER

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking.
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that cannot be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the sea again to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks over.

by John Masefield (1913)

Shortest. Summer. Ever.

Wow, it is windy and rainy already. Just like the winter but not so cold. I have lots to do before this weather happens and hope I get a chance if it clears up soon. We have an outdoor wedding to attend on Saturday; any outdoor wedding on the Oregon Coast is incredibly iffy any time of year at best. I really hope they have a plan B!

Love You Jeremy Wade

wow on so many levels ...

You Know it's True

We are fierce and wild by nature.
Movement between one life situation and another is essential.
Movement or action is the key that unlocks the door to understanding.
Remember that action is not a reaction. It has a lodge of its own.
Twin Dreamers - Lynn Andrews

A Blackberry Mug and Rose-Hip Soup

Today I went to a Arts and Crafts Fair that had vendors from around Oregon, etc. Fabulous and so much fun. Decided it was a perfect place to shop for my Mom's birthday coming right up and found her some neat things. My favorite is this blackberry mug from Hilda Kidd-Wiesenmeyer of Fishbowl Pottery. A beautiful hedgerow-style mug this is, all ready to drink tea or sangria punch out of. I loved all her items, especially the lamps. Lovely for the nature inspired decorator.
Blackberries are so happening in our summer here on the coast. The berries will be ready in August. They make some fine hedgerow plants if you don't mind the thorns. You can let them grow at will in a back area of your land, but watch them and keep them trimmed up or uh-oh, take over time. If you let them grow too much you need to borrow a goat or three to chew them up, ha!
A friend of mine made some wild rose-hip soup with wild ginger, wild onions and rosehips that was soooooo incredibly good. It was clear, brothy and beautiful, almost pinkish and tasted like a food that soaks right in to the core of the body to nourish. He is a local chef known as the Wild Gourmet and had a booth at the fair today with lovely sea vegetables, wild pickings, mushrooms and the ingredients for the soup for sale.

I'm All Ears...

The wise woman within us remembers our goodness. She speaks to us in our dreams, thru the rustling of leaves, the singing of a stream, the aroma of herbs and the call of the whipporwill. She encourages us to heal our wounds. She asks us to remember our connection to all that is beautiful and sacred. She asks us to remember that we are a part of all beauty.                         Deb Soule, Avena Botanicals