Perfection

Monday, January 25, 2010


I am so pleased with this photograph. The light in the cafe was so lovely, the morning was gray and cool; inside was warm and golden. I didn't plan the shot. The tea arrived and I was so delighted by the bowl cup, the flowery tea... Shoot now. Ask questions later.


Life is perfection, in all of it's trials and tribulations, it is perfect. Every moment. I feel blessed to have seen this one. If this were the only one I ever recall in this twisty turny life of mine, I'd say, "Not bad, my friend. Not bad."

Blessings.

Wednesday Morning

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


The rain has been coming steadily for the last few days. I don't mind it. I spent many a winter in The Pacific Northwest and a string of wet days can stretch much longer than this wee storm. It is damp and grey and wet. The dog has no interest in relieving herself out of doors. That makes for a full puppy bladder and a VERY wet chaperon.


There is hush over the house. Even during the day, the candles are alight. The lights are off and the small streams of silver light pour through the tiny windows. It is not the golden pink light we are accustomed to, but it warms the soul just the same. A few crickets have taken refuge behind the ice box and are at present chirping a steady tune. Such is life in the cottage. Indoor, outdoor living I call it.

I like to sit and listen to the Earth absorb all of this luscious water. I can hear Her quietly soaking it in, feeding Her root children, preparing them for their spring debut. It is the most beautiful, silent sound in the world.

The lettuces are plumping up in the rain and await only a spray of good warm winter sun to coax them skyward!

Blessings.

Waiting To Rise

Monday, January 18, 2010


Life seems to be getting the best of me. It is a weary time. There is rain, but that is not the reason. I love the rain. I flung the windows open, lifted the linen drapes and welcomed in the fat and furious rain drops. Only when the pillows began to become damp, did I feel the need to shut the window, a little bit...


No, I am in a winter weary. Loving the rain, but overwhelmed by the trials of daily life. My eldest had gone off to school but struggles with the day to day activities of life on one's own. It is difficult not to let her know at every turn how fortunate she is, because the fact remains...she will only know when she knows.

So, we drove her six hours north. We tidied her kitchen. We spent an extraordinary amount of money at Trader Joe's, stocking her larder with all things moderately healthy, but quick and easy. This was all in hopes that if food is covered, then studying should be easy to slip in to the schedule.

As we drove south toward the highway, the phone rang, "Do you want me to come back?" I asked.

"Yes, please."

So she is here. I did what I would want my mother to do. Give me time. We have time. School starts on Monday. Another drive through the fertile California valley, to the sea. I have time.

Today, I wait. I wait to rise to the occasion.

Blue Moon

Friday, January 1, 2010


Happy, Happy, New Year, My Lovlies!

This was taken from my kitchen door. I am the luckiest person in the world. Thank you 2009 for all of the life, love and lessons that carried me to this day. I see my courage and I am content with who I am, who I have become and I am looking forward to who I will be. Oh, time, you are my great teacher. Look toward the New Year!

Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

This is a wee bit long, but sweet and funny and true...

December 29, 2009

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

I saw the weather page on the computer this morning. It read: Monrovia, CA 90 Degrees. 90 Degrees. Wow. Southern California, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...


I love thee at the dawn, when the light of Adonis sifts through the silvery screens of exhaust and human living. The smog makes for a riveting rising of the sun...

I love thee in the winter, when the hyacinth and ranunculus poke their green fingers through the dark, dry earth...seeking the spring...

I love thee on the last days of December, walking along the shore, warm breezes teasing my skin, children delighting in the foam...

I love thee in the eve, when the sky is aglow, indigo and peach, electrifying the darkening sky...

I love thee, and this moment. Only this moment...


Bullies and Totem Animals

Sunday, December 27, 2009


I have a thing about bullies. I don't do well with them. I am generally a strong, willful and independent girl. It has scared off men in the past, so I know it is a loud quality I have! Unfortunately, I have discovered, if I know and trust you and you are a bully, I will probably let you bully me.


Yet, I think I was born into a group of people with a high number of bullies. Granted, there are eight children. That ups the odds. Plus, I am last, the youngest. So I guess there is birth order at play as well.

One of my siblings stopped talking to me about 10 years ago. I guess it wasn't just that, he actively began ignoring I existed. Over the years, he has perfected the art of NOT looking at me. His anger has spread to my children as well. They have spent nearly every holiday that requires family to gather in one place with food, being ignored by one of their uncles, his wife and two children.

I have tried to be the picture of grace. I just tried to be sweet and patient. I came to the realization several years ago that maybe he just needed to be angry with someone about his childhood. I was there. It was weird. I will give him that. So, I figured, I can be that person, it doesn't bother me that much.

I admit, it was hard sometimes. It hurt sometimes. Yet, every Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter...I arrived, hope in my pocket, wondering if it would be easier. It never was.

This Christmas, was like all the rest. I spent the early part of the day in the kitchen, cooking for my family. I wanted to do that, I like feeding people, it feeds me...But it when my brother arrived, the tension began.

Long story short, after ten years of being ignored, I finally stood up to my long time bully. I simply said, "I exist." However, he was intoxicated beyond words. When he looked at my sister for help, she just told him it was time to hear this. It wasn't graceful, it was raw and years of hurt spilled out of my mouth. His wife, whom I believe all along has been the instigator, pulled him out saying this was not the time and place. "Really?" I shouted, "Because this is the place you have been doing it to me for TEN years! This seems like the PERFECT place."

I looked at my other siblings and said, "I have never said anything, I have allowed this for years, and so have all of you..."

It is the Holy Nights and I think this confrontation has helped me shed the first bullies in my life, the bullies I just packed up and carried along with me all of these years.

I spent a first Holy Night in a fitful sleep. I was racked with guilt for not being full of grace; I was embarrassed. I awoke at 4am, ran a bath and spent two hours soaking and crying. When I emerged, I drove over to a friend's house. It was the wee hours of the morn. The most spectacular dawn was lighting the earth. As I drove, in a stupor, I watched a skunk do his wavy walk across the street. Could that be a totem animal? A skunk? When I reached my friend's warm home, I consulted Grandmother Google. This is what I found:


SKUNK

I will not tolerate abuse in any form.
I have power!
I will not let others use me.
I am a divine child!
I will sift out friends, keeping the good.
That is my responsibility!
Like the skunk, I will learn when to be disagreeable.
That is my right!


Sensuality, Respect, Self-Esteem

The skunk is a very powerful totem
with mystical and magical associations.
It teaches how to give respect, expect respect and demand respect.
This totem helps you recognize your own qualities and assert them.

Skunks are fearless but very peaceful.
These are two wonderful qualities which you can learn from your skunk totem.

If you have skunk medicine will find that the use of fragrances will elicit dynamic responses
in the people around you.
Your sexual response will be heightened
and you will have a greater ability to attract people.

Individuals with a skunk totem must learn to balance the ability to draw and repel people.
Skunks remind us that there is a time to be with people and a time for solitude.

The skunk's stripe is the outward sign of kundalini or life force.
When you receive a skunk totem, your kundalini or life force activates and amplifies.
You must learn to use this force effectively.

Skunks are silent animals and through their silent, they teach us not to brag --
it will push people away rather than attract.
People will notice you without any help.

When the skunk appears, opportunities will open to bring self-esteem and respect.
There will be increased sexuality:
physically, psychically and spiritually.

So there we have it! Oh, family, thank you for all of the gifts! Thank you for allowing me to stand up. Thank you for allowing me to see that the rest of my family just watched this happen all of this time. They NEVER made him stop. They allowed it.

From this writing on, my family are those I hold dear, that love and respect me for who I have become, for what I stand for...Some of those people may be relatives, but this does not mean because you are my relative, you are my family. Family loves you, respects you.

So, now I have relatives and I have family. Now I know, the two are not necessarily the same...