A November Goodby.....2015

Friendship.
When one ends a friendship is it ever really ended?
Does it hang out there, matter in the universe, to be picked up later on?
Does it linger and become its own entity? One can wonder.
Words do not detract themselves. Once said they are afloat........
They rarely stay intact unless written down. They pick up more words and
become whole paragraphs of incorrectness. We forget what we originally
said or thought.
But the receiver does not forget. The receiver has to chew on them and
decide how to react. Does one react inwardly or outwardly?
Does one ignore, or does one give words back....that is the question.
Sometimes it is best to not react right away. To think about the best way to
respond and whether or not to seek closure. To put oneself in the other person's place.
Whys are important. What caused a person to react in such a way. How did they
get to that place. Who are they really? Who am I? What do I want? Where do I want to be?
What knowledge can I glean from this and where will it take me?
We are complex creatures. We have many pieces that make us up. We occupy ourselves in
many different ways. Sometimes it is best to float away from situations that have provided an
escape. Sometimes it is for the best that we let go and see where that leads us.
 

Thanksgiving 2015

 Thanksgiving 2015.
A time to think about what is happening in the world.
Sometimes it seems crazy.
We have been tied up with our immediate world of late.
High frantic winds, trees falling on buildings, Bitter cold days and nights.
But our little cabin in the woods has kept us warm and dry through it all.
We may not have had electricity but we had fire in the wood stove,
battery operated lanterns, water jugs from years of camping,
and a knowledge of how to do without and use what we had.
I painted whenever I could by the light of a lantern.....adding a mellow glow
to the room as well as the canvas. It helped pass the time when it was impossible
to be outside or anywhere away from the heat of the wood stove. And we both read a lot.
We were thankful for much.
C climbed up on the roof of the garage, cut the limbs off, cut up the tree, and rolled it off the back.
He also climbed on the steeper roof of the studio and did the same.
Damage to both but we are insured.
Others in our area have had it a lot worse. Longer times without power or heat.
A good time not to be thinking about what is happening in the rest of the world for it is
chaotic and sad.

Idaho poem

Idaho glows in Autumn wonder.
Oranges, yellow, greens, reds, browns.
Splattered puffs of white on a deep blue sky.
Summer pleasures swiftly gone, memories left.
Work awaits, getting winter ready, snow soon.
Fall apples, potatoes, squash, carrots, mums.
Cooking warms the colder weather house.
Food warms the colder weather body.
Wool socks, hot tea, exercise, flannel shirts.
Indian summer, jack-o-lanterns, all color leaves.
Frosted garden, Frosted rose hips,
frosted.

 September 22, 2015.
It is time to be writing in my blog again as summer has almost passed and I am itching to write. It has been awhile.
Long lovely summer full of camp trips, family, gardening, painting, and creating.

I walk the walk of the walkers again after a year of recovery from back injury.
I am full of thanks for the exercise/yoga that was gifted to me for my recovery.
I am thankful for the time I spent each day bringing

myself back to a stronger me.
I will continue to increase my daily routine to include more and more.

Pink Birds

White Crow

Note to a friend

Dark out, coffee gone, husband asleep, early morn.
Trying not to make a noise, ever watchful of the rising sun.
Enjoying the quiet of the early morn and the quiet dark.
Day will begin soon enough with the chores to be done,
The hours passing quickly filled with busyness. Rushing,
To finish and go to bed so we can do it all again tomorrow.
Wheels turning to keep the year in motion. Grinding, pulling up.
Then down, finally at top speed. A speeding ride through life.
Slow down, I say, savor the moment, savor the moment before it is too late.
C up and time to realize the day when the sun is up.
Learn new tricks, ugh old brain doesn't want that.

Anyway, hope all is well with you and your grind through the desert and,
Those desert people who gather, tell tales, pass the time and then move on.
Never really knowing anyone for long. Touching on light levels of friendliness.
To go deeper is to have to awaken to the needs of others. Too much work.
Are they all Republicans?
Seeing another in pain or aging is to see their own mortality....frightening.
It won't last, that offishness of uncomfortableness.
Awaken  them more and make them feel. Then leave them to their desert lives.
Laughing all the way back to the dark side of the northwest. A tough people with a tough climate.
The snow is leaving with every drop of heavy rain. The groundhog gave us a short winter don't you know.

And yes, I make up words like polar bears reading and lions curling, just for the fun of it.
The day is calling now and I must go. Have a good one there, no snow no snow.
Write with you later, enjoy your day, cuddle the dog and plan an escape.
Hugs from the dark side. C