Lost in Helium Spheres | Part Three
I realize as I am wandering through these pages that there are today threads entangled still within my present. As much as I let go of so much already, there are still a few small unhealed wounds … and they started around this time. Paul had become an important part of my life for almost 6 years, over half of my marriage. The flowing strains … Continue reading Lost in Helium Spheres | Part Three
Lost in Helium Spheres | Part Two
“Pathologizing psyche is not wrong…and to realize deeply that it is not wrong, but rather necessary, is healing” James Hillman IN DAYS SPENT I found myself cascading off mountains, plummeting down towards anger, uplifting my eyes to guilt, surrendering to helpless stagnation.Looking into the eyes of maniacal loss. A sweeping denial; dulled vision. Possible continuation swaying in the breeze. Doors of life and death are … Continue reading Lost in Helium Spheres | Part Two
Lost in Helium Spheres | Part One
And from where I stand… A fraction of time spent in innocence, we spend in wonder of ourselves. In beliefs instilled to haunt us, we break at the bonds that hold us. From distant lands of imagination, the world spins by unnoticed, until the spiral tightens, and we are faced with our own creation. From there we see the future and know the absence and … Continue reading Lost in Helium Spheres | Part One
Old Journals ~ an introduction
Found two more old journals stored away in the attic back at the homestead. Have spent the last few hours since I got back this afternoon “strolling” down memory lane. Found more old pictures of Tim and I from that first year we were here at the cottage, 2009, plus lots of good memories and things that make me smile. The journals are what I … Continue reading Old Journals ~ an introduction
Spiritwalker
I walk on tear drops from a thousand eyes, as ancient as the core of a mountain. With gentleness profound and earthly, I feel the subtle shifts of a mind. In brief moments of disbelief, I see into a thousand tomorrows’. Forever concealing the nature of their existence, I shelter the secrets of those many hearts. In flesh or dust, Through centuries or millenniums, I … Continue reading Spiritwalker
Can happiness make you sad?
I should know better, I really should. Too much stimulation last night, and I found myself escaping the New Year chaos of celebration. At twenty minutes to midnight I couldn’t handle the people, the wine punch or the feelings that gathered up inside me. All I could think of was getting back to the homestead and spending New Years with Irish, who was alone back … Continue reading Can happiness make you sad?
Christmas back in Dodge
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
Doodle Poetry: The Temenos Journal
The talented Rara posted this wonderful Doodle Poetry that I just had to share. Continue reading Doodle Poetry: The Temenos Journal
The light from days past
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
Dreaming in Gray
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
The truth shall set me free | September 29 2012
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
Illusions of Fragility
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
Wrap it Up | 2012
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
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