Love You Jeremy Wade

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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  

Castaneda Canto

The backbone of a warrior is humbleness and efficiency, acting without expecting, withstanding anything that lies ahead of him (her). Don Juan

Hail to the Queen of the Turning Earth

Vegetation
 O never harm the dreaming world,
 the world of green, the world of leaves,
 but let its million palms unfold
 the adoration of the trees.
 It is a love in darkness wrought
 obedient to the unseen sun,
 longer than memory, a thought
 deeper than the graves of time.
 The turning spindles of the cells
 weave a slow forest over space,
 the dance of love, creation,
 out of time moves not a leaf,
 and out of summer, not a shade.

by Kathleen Raine

A happiest summer wish to all. The sun has not been strong this spring on the Oregon coast. But today it may gather strength and bestow us with much needed golden rays. The loving lingering rains have greened everything beyond even the normal brilliance. Now we need the contrast of drier and dappled shadows filtering thru and dancing. Hail to Summer, the golden Queen of the turning Earth, dispelling darkness and doubt, rising heated blood and warm memories. Hail to the Queen of flowers enveloped in bee buzz and drifting clouds of tiny flying buglets. May your golden eyes light up the waves dashing the shore in translucent glows of blue and green and cream. So glad to see your bold and beautiful form after damp and misty corners dreary. I smile in welcome !

Species of Intoxication

You are The Wheel of Fortune

Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of intoxication with success.
The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.
Take the Test

I'm not sure what a species of intoxication is, but sounds quite interesting and maybe not what it's seems. I found this little tarot card test while googling Odin. And it reminded me of this song:

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
You can't let go and you can't hold on,

You can't go back and you can't stand still,

If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will.

"The Wheel" by The Grateful Dead

http://studies.lekevicius.com/p1_1/gods-odin.html

Mesmerized by Blue Sky

Shazam to the Awesome Meter

My blood is coursing steady and strong thru my veins now as I grab my dancing minstral shoes and hop out the window. That's just alittle of what this song does to me. Kinda like when I read Tolkien, except then I grab my elven cloak...

Driving Rain

Evidently filmed driving along the coast of Croatia. This song always blasts right into my heart. It seems actually that Van Morrison can envoke a huge emotional/physical response from me in general. Sometimes if I hear his music I pretend to ignore it (out of self-preservation), and other times I surrender completly.

Mola-Makers

Off the coast of Panama in the San Blas Islands the women make the most creative and beautiful cloth art called molas. Layers of different colored cloth are stitched, slashed to reveal colors and stitched some more in the most intricate patterns.
"Cuna women pursue simple and productive lives governed by tradition and enriched by ritual. Their art is strictly a woman's art which is intertwined with the total fabric of their being. They work compulsively with one or more unfinished designs always at hand, their sea island environment being conducive to an idyllic life-style which leaves plenty of time for creative stitchery. Their complicated appliqué technique is not practised by neighboring Indian tribes or any other culture on earth."
from MOLAS FOLK ART OF THE CUNA NDIANS by Ann Parker and Avon Neal 1977

Rockin in the Free World

It has been some of the best ever agate hunting lately on the beach by my house. I thought this season was going to be a wash until these past 2 weeks. Storms, tides and waves uncovered huge beds of agates on a rock shelf I haven't seen for years. So awesome ! I was sore from leaning over picking up agates. My teenage boys and I spent some quality time in the sun by the sea gleaning these beauties. Plenty of sea glass and jasper too.

 

An Auld Aquaintance Not Forgotten

Terry, we miss you much. R.I.P.

Home, Peter !

A most uneventful Easter at my house this year. I dearly love the Easter Bunny but he barely poked his head in the door. I hope he stops by longer next year... He and his helpers should all be home home and cozied up to the fire by now - it must be exhausting hiding all of
those lovely eggs.

White April

The orchard is a pool, wherein I drown;

It is a very pool of loveliness.
I clutch the edge of a white world and press
To the bottomless white billows down and down:
I clutch, I gasp, and all at once each spring
That I have known comes sharply to my mind,
Passes before me, and each one I find,
Stirs in me a packed, swift remembering.
Oh, pear-trees, ancient by an ancient lane,
A hundred at the delicate white start,
Tall waves that roll and break upon a shore!
I struggle up, I am myself again:
Dripping with April, April to the heart,
I run back to the house, and bolt the door!

WHITE APRIL by Lizette Woodworth Reese circa 1930