Up early this morning and watched the sunrise over the old Norway Spruce and was thinking how in this house I could walk around blind and still know where I am. Our family has celebrated 115 years of Christmas’ in this old farmhouse. The table where we ate our festive feast is as much a fixture as the knule post at the bottom of the stairs. It is … Continue reading Christmas back in Dodge
The talented Rara posted this wonderful Doodle Poetry that I just had to share. Continue reading Doodle Poetry: The Temenos Journal
All of the following photographs are from an album I thought I had accidentally deleted in a major file transfer I did when I bought my 1TB hard-drive. They are from 2009, the first year Tim and I were here. Was quite a surprise to find on my old Lacie drive. So there was all kinds of examples of light that first year, sunlight, fire … Continue reading The light from days past
For a couple of days now my psyche has been pushing me to tell my recurring old house dream. So I finally gave in. Well, and the Daily Prompt helped it along. The strangest thing is that I was reminded of it because of a staircase. THIS staircase in particular. I thought these dreams where only about forgotten things, or abandoned things. It always begins … Continue reading Dreaming in Gray
This will be the last entry from this journal. The rest of the journal I used for notes for my genealogy. Between the dates, I transcribed there are some personal things I have left out, but I only wanted to paint a picture of who I am, and the circumstances that brought me here. It’s now time to set free a couple important truths I … Continue reading The truth shall set me free | September 29 2012
We often confuse delicate with fragile. Such as this Purple Shamrock [Oxalis triangularis], it’s fragility is all an illusion. It’s delicate beauty hides its inner strength; it’s tuber. I’ve had this little beauty for 20 years — twice I thought I killed it, and twice I was wrong. Meant watering a pot of what looked like dirt for a few weeks, but I just call … Continue reading Illusions of Fragility
Every year for the last 3 years I have done a final wrap up in my garden journal. I write all the success’ and the failures, what to look for next year in the spring, what to transplant, or maybe ideas for new plants. This year is a little different — I won’t be here next year. I will be … I don’t know where … Continue reading Wrap it Up | 2012
I’ve been struggling all morning with what I was going to write about today. This is going to be a week of both joy and sadness I believe. This the first Christmas after Tim’s death. Although, this year Christmas is going to be difficult for so many; not the least for a small town in Connecticut. I think these words from John Lennon sum up … Continue reading Shining a light
Deep peace of the flowing air to you. Deep peace of the smiling stars to you. Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. Deep peace of the watching shepherds to you. Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you. [an ancient Gaelic Blessing] Continue reading A Gaelic Prayer
You see, any talent I have I owe to her. Not just genetically, but by her encouragement and her passion that I pursue what she was unable to. It was her that insisted I go to BealArt rather than go back for Grade 13 and maybe University. She saw in me a talent she said. Even from the time I first held a pencil in my chubby little baby hands, she said I held it the proper way; never just grabbed on like you would a club or a bat. Continue reading A woman on her own
Once upon a time back on New Years Day 2010, a furry golden ray of sunshine showed up at our door, lost. It had been snowing non-stop since the day before, New Years Eve. We were in the middle of a blizzard. After the festivities from the night before Tim and I were having a quiet night to ourselves, or so we thought. It was … Continue reading How a furry angel found her forever home
We knew, we all knew. We had a campfire, the girls fished and swam every day, all day. Our neighbor had guests up that weekend too; with 2 little boys who thought my nieces where “taking all the fish”. So my brother-in-law went over and shared some of the bait they were using, worms from my compost pile. Continue reading We need more children’s around here | August 21, 2012
“If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, Rejoice, for your soul is alive”. Eleanora Duse “I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue … Continue reading Blue
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