Just Rock

Dude it is a rock and it has no powers. It cannot bring me peace or love or light. It cannot make me brave or strong or impart special skills. It is a rock. It has no magical abilities.

Maybe you say that because you wish to sell rocks to women who claim to be sacred earth witches or just witches. Maybe you believe a rock can make you a better person. Maybe you need to believe you can become “enlightened” without the power of another human telling you how.

They are just rocks, created by GOD and most of them when polished are amazingly beautiful. Some hold secret worlds of sparkling treasure inside of them. I love to collect them and seashells and other earthly abundance. I keep them in baskets, jars and boxes.

I have a shelf and basket just for my granddaughter to hold what I call treasures. It is something Seamus and I do for her. It is our thing. She loves it and asks me every time she comes over if I have a new treasure for her. Which I do. I hide it on her shelf and she has to figure out which one it is. She is curious about all the things in the tray I keep in the living room.

There are rocks, seashells, sand dollars, crab shells, driftwood, petrified wood, bones, a skull, and a turtle shell. She loves this tray of treasure and explores it.

The rock I purchased from you is just another lovely gift for her. Thank you for making it available. 

Symphony of Rain

I awoke this morning anxious to take on my morning hike but what awaited me was much better than a brisk walk, fresh air and peaceful solitude. Rain. Steady rain tapping the ground, rain bumping a rhythm down through the gutter pipe, the dripping of the rain from the metal rails on to the stone ladder wall beneath it creating the cascading sound of a waterfall.  An orchestra of percussion melted away tension I had not known I had. I just lay here and listened with a smile on my face.

I went to make coffee and as I put on the kettle a flash of light caught my eye followed by the booming bass of thunder. The wind is now blowing. Because my bedroom sets in an alcove the sound of the wind muffled through the leaves of the Crepe Myrtle and shrubs sounds like strings from an other-worldly harp. It is a symphony of some of the most ethereal, melodic and haunting music. I am calm and at the same time I feel so alive and energetic.

I had an adventure to chat about but right now I want to enjoy the beauty GOD has created for me outside.

Peace!

Breakfast Letters: Dagger and the Bird

Breakfast Letters: Dagger and the Bird: I remember when I was younger being fearless.  Taking on ballet in a room full of strangers. Showing up for swim lessons so I could become...

Dagger and the Bird

I remember when I was younger being fearless. 

Taking on ballet in a room full of strangers. Showing up for swim lessons so I could become a mermaid.  Climbing the hill behind my granny’s house every summer despite my cousin telling me there were mountain lions and bobcats. Walking to and from school, riding my bike all over the neighborhood, going to parties without everyone’s parents also having to attend. Walking to the movie theater for afternoon matinees. Riding my horse through the woods, playing golf with my dad, swimming in the ocean. 

Now… thank you everyone who contributed I am fierce and not Tyra Banks fierce.
                             
Mother became confused about the plot while we were watching CSI Miami. I had to explain it to her and in keeping with her norm she doubted what I explained was right.  I later had to explain the Angel Dagger while we watched Castle because she got confused about that. 
                                
Then she wanted to know why some people wore hats and others did not.    
                                        
That became interesting and in case you wanted to know a baseball cap is NOT a hat (according to mom) and hats/caps should be removed upon entering a building and at the dinner table. Yes Mom that is true.

Some woman came cruising around a corner in a parking lot and nearly ran head into me. Why? Because she is under the delusion she is entitled, her life matters more, she is unclear what side of the road she should drive on and she believes she is part of the elite. But most of all because she had her visor down and was looking at herself in the mirror. 
                                            
Dear dog people out in the dog park by my window. Hush, hush voices carry... 


People! please stop driving around with those blue handicap placards dangling from your mirror. Do you notice the notch by the hole 
                                 that allows you to hang that from your mirror ? It is also designed to allow you to remove it for diving purposes when you are done with parking. It is a safety issue. I know your line of visibility is hampered by these things because I used to have one. 
                     

You place it om the mirror upon parking in a designated slot and you remove it when leaving that spot. It is NOT a badge, talisman, or medal you are supposed to display at all times. Stop this madness!!!

While I am on a traffic rant...if you are going to pull rudely onto the road in front of someone then PLEASE use your accelerator to quickly get up to speed so you are in the traffic flow.  Going slow and starring in your rear-view mirror to see if I am going to slow down or even stop to accommodate you is reason enough for me to end you. Be courteous, considerate, kind, you are not entitled, do not disrupt, show some manners. Your need to control other people's lives simply tells me you are weak. Go home!

Since dealing with bad drivers was not enough to fuss me up; as I was walking from the parking lot on the sidewalk was a dead bird.He was lying on a pink painted section of concrete which contrasted in a dazzling way with his sunny yellow throat and milk and chocolate colored feathers. 
                   It was strangely beautiful while it was tragic.  Even now as I write this the morning after the scene haunts me.

Lemon poppy seed raspberry scones for breakfast. 
Enjoy!

Green Hat Lady

Ever just find yourself in a mood. No apparent reason, or maybe it is the result of several reasons? I call them Porcupine Moments, 

Holly Golightly called them the “Mean Reds”. They happen to me about 4 times a year. Well, I am in a mood today. I wasn’t when I woke up. But within minutes of me getting up, the cat (which is still for sale …cheap) puked his guts up in several spots on my carpeted floor. I tried to stop him, grab him and move him to the hardwood floor but as he kept moving from me he kept puking leaving a trail.

 After I got back from my morning walk and was settling in to read my devotional he starts howling in the other room, non-stop yeooow yeooow yeooow 

                 

over and over and over. I finally go check on him because he may be in danger. No, he is sitting at the French door that goes out to the patio looking out. No danger. No murderers. No zombies. No angry hoard of Puritans calling me a witch.

Just him sitting there screaming. I am now offering to pay $20 for someone to take him. He is very grumpy and loves to argue. He would make a great pet for someone who is lonely and craves animated conversation and serious debate. My kids plan on having him stuffed when he dies so I can still have him and not be lonely.  You would be doing me a huge service taking him. I will NOT be lonely when he is gone. Really! I have been taking care of someone since I was 2. I am over it.

Oh good!!! A message from Dropbox claiming that my Dropbox is full.  Well how can that be? I deleted over 1000 items and files from it on Friday.

                                 

I was telling my Mother a story at dinner yesterday about a woman named Catherine who wore a green hat. On and on I went weaving her the tale of what happened and how everyone else reacted and what I did and how it ended and she asked “So what happened to Catherine?” What!!??! I just told you. “You told me about the woman with the green hat but what happened to Catherine?” Mom, they are the same person. Oh she says as she turns and gazes at me with a bemused smile.

She was telling me about a story she heard on the news and as I listened I realized she was describing a commercial. I corrected her and she looked at me like I had grown intolerably stupid. I having been noticing she is easily confused by plots on some of her favorite shows. While this is slightly alarming I have also realized that life with Mom may just be getting more odd, funny and tolerable.

Stay tuned… I am having dinner with her again tonight. 

Anti Zombie Copter

Did everyone survive the Zombie Apocalypse yesterday?              

                             

We did.

  

Apparently my neighborhood was targeted by a swarm of Zombies.  My flat is located in the edge of the children’s glen. An area with a lot of grass, a basketball court, and trike riding trail and a play area with tubes and a climby thingy.

Early yesterday evening a small squad of runty soldiers (children) came running into the glen. They performed a sweep of the entire area wiping out any and all Zombies. They all had weapons,  some had more than one. They were well trained and well-armed. There were handguns,  rifles, shotguns, blasters 

all rapidly firing water at anything not resembling a normal human. As the last Zombie fell one of the little soldiers screamed “To the copter!!!” They all turned immediately and ran for the climby thingy one soldier screamed out “there’s no room!!” as his buddy made a grab for his arm and jerked him into the copter.

What is most remarkable about this whole thing is that moments after they boarded the copter they were gone. Vanished as quickly and as efficiently as they had arrived.  I don’t think the copter is a copter. I think it is a transporter of some type.

Mother told me last night she hates it when parents favor one child over the other. She just thinks it is awful. She then turned, looked at me and asked if I felt she favored my brother. Do you know what I said? I lied. I lied to my mother just days before Mother’s day.  Does this make me a bad child or just the child who knows her mom favored her other child?

I hear the kettle and must go press coffee.

Mother's Day List

Good morning Friends,
It has been a while. I have had a few changes and challenges and trying to gracefully glide through them has been arduous. I have been very still (like Elmer Fudd hunting rabbits).
                                   

That is until I discovered socks this morning on my walk. Yep socks.
                                  

Not even a matching pair. One was a dirty white tube sock and one was a light tan crew sock. Rolled up as though they had been taken off and left lying where I found them on the grass near the sidewalk.

Did some wayward homeless guy take them off while he had a dip in the run off rainwater in the ditch. Did he encounter the craw-daddies that show up after a good rain at a certain tender part of his anatomy and he forgot to pick them up as he ran off in scorching pain.

                                                 
Did some girl put them on Friday morning before school because they were the only socks she could find and then remove them as the school bus was passing by that spot. Is there a trail of dirty laundry strung along the road further out of my sight; dropped strategically along the way to the home of the woman some other woman's cheating man was at. (I say that last one because it is what I would do, have done). Is there some sort of pervert driving around picking up men keeping their shoes but insisting they remove their socks because he has a foot fetish.

                                      
Perhaps those two socks angered their owner and he made them leave. I am afraid it will forever be a mystery. In the mean time my mind is weaving small stories about them. I could write a collection of short stories using each of those scenarios and call the finished book... The Legend of Socks.

I have a list of things I need for Mothers day that is longer than the list for Christmas.

                                                  
Why? Because at Christmas I am too busy shopping for my family that I do not have time to think about what I want. Months later I discover what I need. Or maybe the world I live in just starts to fall apart every May. My daughter has asked me three times what I want for Mom day and every answer I give her she says "Mom! that is not a gift that is just stuff!" Well I need this stuff. My laptop is over 7 years old. It is tired.

                                               
My DVD player has issues and I want to go to Memphis. I need about 9 pairs of new shoes, a massage, a facial, 11 dinners in Italy and a week on a 4 masted sailing yacht.

Speaking of sailing I am sailing on into the kitchen for some breakfast.