A Different World
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Posted:Jan 3, 2022 5:59 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2022 8:47 pm 6818 Views
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This morning there were a couple hoodies on a chair, so I looked at them, inside there was a note....Happy Birthday Ollie, My didn't remember her friends birthday while we were out. I rummaged through my collection of jewelry making supplies, found a beautiful glass amulet and a chain, put them together and boxed them pretty. When she came down, I handed it to her and told her I thought Ollie might like it. She was happy, she had that slight smile and subtle tell tale glow. She has a great poker face, for everything but poker. In poker she giggles and wiggles and is absolutely animated with a good hand, you fold.
Ollie is a Bestie, I remember when Besties were the world, I have many here. Some of us have met, some are content to be cyber buddies. Still, all are dear.
It makes me think of how little it takes just to ask a favor, but how hard it is sometimes to do. Between two surgeries and an accident, I have had to rely on people...a lot. Not my favorite thing to do either. I try and appreciate but I just want to be me, fierce and standing up to the universe. It will be some time yet. remember and repeat the words of a patient, " Every day a little better, better and better."
The other quote is from a fine lady, "It is an ill wind that does not blow some good, somewhere" If she reads the Blog, she will know...lol. I think of that quote and I hope that this experience somehow allows me to be a better person, a little more understanding,....we can hope. Maybe, I will achieve the tools to help another one day, if so, then it is not all for naught.
Every day we wake, it is to a different world, than the day before.
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January 1st
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Posted:Jan 1, 2022 1:15 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2022 1:15 pm 6926 Views
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I always heard that you spend the New Year with the person you kiss at midnight. This year I was completely ravished by a little Aussie Sheppard mix that was gifted my youngest . So I guess that means the will work out....lol.
Another tradition broken this year is that of black eyed peas, greens, and ribs for the New Years Meal. It is supposed ensure a prosperous year. I must admit, I live a blessed life, but then I don't require much, so that isn't hard do. I am home this year though, back my beloved Upper Penninsula, so time for a new tradition, Pasties and a salad......that should bring me some Yooper style prosperity.
Of course, I read all the new Years predictions. First half of the year: dedication work and healing (sounds like my plans). Mid summer early fall: a series of wildly passionate short romances, supposedly all very wonderful (not much my style....honest). Once fall sets in: The fires of love ignite and I meet my one true love in a romance that ends in marriage (seriously? Me? I am beginning doubt how real these predictions are ). No I don't take any of that stuff seriously, it is all in good fun.
What do I hope for in 2022? I hope the world gets a chance heal and we cease think or hear of Covid and its many variants. I hope everyone has a beautiful new year.
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Happy New Years
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Posted:Dec 30, 2021 11:37 am
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2022 5:42 am 7258 Views
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I hope you all have the happiest of New Yeaars. the world does not change because a date has passed, but in our hearts we can hold dreams and hope, sooner or laters those two things inspire a world of change.
Have a most Blessed New Year
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Hot off the easel!
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Posted:Dec 29, 2021 7:51 am
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2022 5:42 am 7066 Views
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I was in an accident. It left me with a long way to go before I can do anything really heavy duty. So here is the outcome of my own art therapy path....
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Resolutions
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Posted:Dec 27, 2021 8:47 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2022 8:14 am 7179 Views
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The time is fast approaching to kiss the old year goodbye and to ring in the new with gusto!
Does anyone there make resolutions anymore?
In 2021, I resolved not to date or become involved beyond dating with anyone. I kept that resolution...well I have so far.
I have not found my exact resolution for 2022 yet. I have begun a cleansing and purging process. Since I moved this past fall, I am donating more than I put away. The house isn't smaller, but somehow, things just don't fit. Much from the past no longer serves to be clung to. There is a whole world there. A world about to be reborn.
I say Away! Gone with the old! Let 2022 be a year to take on just one thing, one thing to let go, one thing to make different, picks something and do it.
2020 was a wreck, 2021 was for inward reflection, 2022 will be for letting go and preparing for change. There must be faith that the change will be a good one.
Whatever your New ear brings, let us hope it is something wonderful, something new, and exactly the thing you always dreamed of.
Happy New Years
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Holidaze
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Posted:Dec 23, 2021 12:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 6:47 pm 6374 Views
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I have been wishing so many people a Merry Christmas, A Blessed Yule, Happy Kwanza, and so forth and so on...I have friends and aquaintances from all over and of many sorts. I know though that not everyone will have The Merriest of Christmas's or the Most Blessed of New Years. some will be alone. Others will struggle. It is truly a hard season for many.
I was reminded of this by a gift. A handmade cookbook from one of my sisters. It is beautiful and exactly the kind of gift I love most....except for the preface. she lashed out with absolute hatred towards our mother. It was such a lashing out that it has made me cry several times. My mother has been dead a decade, my sister is 72, and she still is in so much pain from the world we grew up in, it breaks the heart.
I never met my Grandmother on my father's side, though she was alive until my early teens. We went to Traverse and Mom picnicked with all of us and Dad would go visit his Mom at the assylum. Nothing was ever spoke of. Some might think she was weak or all her a nut job, the family was certainly too ashamed for honesty. Maybe a different light, she buried five before they reached the age of ten,, managed to hold herself together to raise the remaining seven, through the depression, through war time. She wasn't weak, she was bloody amazing. So many out there struggle with so much, and only seeing tiny glimpses or end behaviors, sometimes we judge too soon.
My sister is angry at my mother, she worships my father, both are long passed. Both were by textbook standards horrid parents, both would have spent time inn prison, in modern times. Both were also excellent parents, and they did their best for us in every situation....try and fit all those pieces together. the point is no one is entirely good, no one is entirely bad. We never have all the pieces. My parents did their best. it may not have been the best, but it was their best.
So I can see that my sister has some very open wounds, I am a healer so my minds is racing. I cannot change the past for her. She is living and feeling her "real" but how to provide comfort without conflict. Therein lay the challenge.
So that is my challenge for the Holiday. I just watched a movie, one woman said, "I really should have known better" The other responded, "Don't worry, If we all learned from our mistakes, no one would ever spend the Holidays with family"
No poop Sherlock!
After Christmas, I will pour a stiff drink, rip out the eight page preface from an otherwise beautiful gift and make a lovely thank you card for my sister. I'll make sure to thank her for all the strength and support and the many ways she helped me in my youth....like a placebo, the unnreal can be effective in healing.
I hope you all have wonderful families and holidays, but just in case, know you are not alone. Hugs and Strength to you!
P.S This is my 36th year of not spennding christmas with the family I was born to....Some do learn from their past andtheir mistakes 
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Metamorphosis
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Posted:Aug 12, 2021 10:04 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 6:47 pm 4275 Views
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I must admit, I fritter away many hours in the garden. To me, it can be like a mirror upon the soul as I watch things grow and change. This year, the garden is simple and requires little assistance from me. This is by design. I have been free to observe more the stages of life that take place, instead of simply mucking about.
The butterflies engage in their winged dances, gently gliding to and fro amongst the blossoms. Mother chipmunk, bringing her out, teaching them the sly art of foraging right beneath the gardeners feet. She is quite clever at this and may be the very reason for my absence of peas. There is Toad, whom I imagine to have much the same personality as the famous Toad of Toad Hall. I am most likely in error in this judgment as Toad sits sternly watching over the garden and never seems to have an ounce of adventure in his soul.
Truly, it is endless the places the mind can nip off to with so much quiet time to its dispose.
I'll be starting a new garden soon, with new creatures to become acquainted with. I will be hybernating in my work over the winter as it will be long and cold, but come spring I will embrace this new world and my duties as its governess.
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