Tuesday, July 29, 2014
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Sunday, March 30, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
I really wish people would treat each other with kindness, consideration and respect. Life should have lots of fun in it, but not at someone else's expense. Honesty is key, equally so communication. You don't realize how your words, ( or lack of them), can affect others. Failure to communicate honestly is the main cause of problems for us stupid humans. Why is that? Why are we so afraid to talk and be honest with one another? What holds us back?
I've seen the consequences of thoughtless, careless remarks as well as deliberate remarks that are meant to hurt, humiliate and bully. How can we hope for a better Life, a better community, a better world when we are either careless or cruel with our words?
We don't need god or the bible to be good humans. We need empathy, because when you can feel another's pain, and identify with that pain, you begin to become aware of how you have been causing pain to others, even when you thought you weren't.
When you have empathy for others, you begin to have empathy for community, and the world. Imagine how wonderful if everyone, everywhere, all around the world, were to suddenly be overwhelmed with the realization that all these wars and feuds and hatreds and contempts and anger is just foolishly wasted time. Instead of saying, "I'm only one person, I can't do anything", say, "I want to live my Life causing as little pain to others as I can." Be mindful of your words and actions, encourage others to do so, and be an example of how it brings peace and contentment to your soul and how it lights a fire in your belly to be a good human being.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
It's about 9:30 a.m. The house is quiet, and my husband and I are enjoying coffee and watching the birds that come to our backyard feeder. The coffee is nothing fancy, no flavors, froths, whips or caramel drizzle, just reliable old Eight o'clock brand whole bean Dark Italian Roast and Great Value non-dairy creamer. Coffee snobs, we are not.
The feeder, like the coffee, is nothing fancy either. Rickety, weathered grey, with suet holders on each end of it, this cedar feeder was old and decrepit when I acquired it, and I've had it about 11 years. The birds don't care. As long as it has food, they really don't give a shit about what it looks like.
Over the last two days, we have been graced with our normal visitors that we see nearly year round. Cute Tufted Titmice, (what a name!), vibrant Cardinals, Blue Jays, with their striking blue, white and black feathers, Slate-colored Junco, Black Capped Chickadees, Nuthatches, Mourning Doves, a sparrow of some sort, as well as Downy and Red-bellied Woodpeckers.
We were excited yesterday when a huge Piliated Woodpecker landed in some Shumate (?) trees in our back yard. These trees have some sort of seed cluster into winter, and judging by the ones already stripped bare, I'm guessing that they are a source for this bird. I got a few somewhat fuzzy shots with my iPhone, but they were clear enough to see that it was a female, Hopefully, this Spring, she'll nest. We saw her twice, so it's a pretty good indication that she stays in this area.
Piliated's are shy birds, about crow-sized, maybe 17 inches tall. They have a wide range, most of the Continental U.S., actually, but are seldom seen as they prefer deep woods.
The sun keeps making brief appearances, ducking back behind clouds like a shy child. I'm trying to enjoy the view from my little office, but it's hard when it's overcast and the ground is snow covered. Sigh.
Finally got around to fixing some breakfast, while he tinkered around on the guitar. Sausage patties, eggs, toast, milk for him, coffee for me. More bird watching. Cleaned up the kitchen, loaded the dishwasher and started it. Load of whites in the wash. Cut up for stir fry, a big sirloin steak. It's currently marinating in Teriyaki sauce in the fridge. I have some Asian veggies to mix with it and then serve it over fragrant Jasmine rice. Be good in my lunch tomorrow, too.
He's snoring to NASCAR on the TV. I'm pensively, sporadically, trying to write, just feeling distracted. I know there's a big package of loin chops that needs divied up and frozen, as well as a small pork loin roast. There's more laundry to be done. There's books to gather up to take back to the library tomorrow, things to get ready to take to work in the morning. Again, SIGH...
Didn't divvy up the chops and roast. Half the laundry is done, but did get books bagged up. Have to start dinner soon...
Adding music to a USB drive for my truck. Seriously have to start dinner as soon as I'm done with this.
Dinner was delicious. Will definitely have to fix again. Laundry is just about done. My goal of doing only basic chores today, not getting dressed, and fixing a good dinner were accomplished. Life is good, is sweet, right here in this moment. And this moment. And this....you get the picture.
All that's left is to get a shower in and relax for a few before heading to bed.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
My grandmother, front row on the right.
As the only child, I didn't have time for girlie things. I had chores. There were cattle, horses, chickens, ducks, pigeons, geese, dogs and cats to be fed. Eggs to be gathered, fence lines to be checked. I raised and broke to ride my own horse. I helped put up cross fencing, helped my dad cut, split and stack wood, helped in the garden and the orchard. I learned and did things that made me strong, physically and mentally, and I learned to value those things. Mom did the housework, I took care of the farm chores when dad was on the road, which was most of the time, from the time I was about 8 until they divorced when I was 16. It's no wonder then, that I simply cannot understand how being a mom is somehow "enough". Why I don't get how wonderful and fulfilling it is. It just feels so damn restrictive and unsatisfying to me, who had absolute freedom growing up.
These fields, these forests, these oceans and mountains and rivers and quiet woodland streams, the hawk on the wing, the deer silently, gracefully, slipping back into the shadows of the trees...all this and more is Beauty and Love and Truth to me. It is more than enough.
And I still see shapes in the clouds, like this Phoenix Rising.
Some women look at babies and feel such love, see such beauty. For me, seeing the sweep of a sun drenched green field towards the impossible blue of and uncluttered sky is Beauty and Love. Green corn fields, golden hay fields, fog-shrouded fields and forests, sun dappled wooded hillsides, the songs of birds, a music of the wind in pine trees or it's roar on stormy days, the gentle whisper of midnight snow...these things move me to awe, to see Beauty beyond words, and to feel such a swell of love and oneness with all. I can't explain it, won't ever apologize for it.
It is simply who I am, and that is how I am supposed to be.