Postaday asks if you had a Robot what would you have it do. I would have to say I would love one to weed my gardens.
Oh my knees are hurting bad and to have a shiny machine going up and down each row, gently pulling just the weeds and allowing all my pretty flowers to take center stage now that I would call a perfect garden helper!
Tag Archive: writing
Postaday asks if you had a Robot what would you have it do. I would have to say I would love one to weed my gardens.
Writing Process Blog Tour has been making its way across WordPress and Christy Birmingham over at Poetic Parfait has asked me to join in by answering a few questions. I hope I do it correctly as I am rusty in this department.
Thanks again Christy!
The questions are:
What are you currently working on?
Besides caring for a home and pets most of you know I am prolific when it comes to photography. Many of my shots can be seen at http://www.folsommillstudio.com as well as on Zazzle products, Redbubble and now Crated. So I read blogs and re-blog ones I want my followers to get a chance of seeing and every now and then I pop in with an up date on life in my world. I have not written a poem in a long time for 20 Lines but I think there will be some in the works soon. I have taken up Watercolor painting and now with three lessons behind my I am ready to set about making art not craft. So I am busy all the time updating images for products.
How does your work differ from others of its genre?
I am not sure that mine is any different from all of yours. I sit and share my world with not only words but a few photos too like most of you I follow. I think all story tellers of life are the same, though my life may be a little more open than others.
Why do you write what you do?
When I started my blog over at Living and Lovin I really never knew the direction it would take but as I look back on the last 3+ years of posts I see it has taken as many turns as I did in my big rig.
I was so broken wanting more and little by little as I shared the stories and read yours I knew which path it was I had forgotten to take, the one where I would be Living and Lovin myself as I did everyone else.
How does your writing process work?
Well I can tell you as I sit quietly either early morning or after my day is done I put my feet up at the desk with that cute girl of mine at my feet. He is in watching the TV and in fact he knows none of you and has never read my blog oh wait he did meet one of my blogger buddies from CA> when she was in Boston, MA He was worried about me meeting a stranger lol see he doesn’t know you are friends. It is not a secret but he lives with me and knows me and has since I was a young teen. For the longest time he never saw the photos he watched me take but when he did he insisted I DO SOMETHING probably the real reason I do not bring in the computer and sit it in his lap, for a good read. Words come easy when I am talking to you. I have such a great group of bloggers, you feel like friends who stop by to chat for hours over iced tea. I know some have write’s block to deal with but what I write about is my world, which means I am never at a loss for something to say. I am blessed and for that I am so very grateful
I will now add a couple of the writers on my Blog Roll please stop by and tell them I sent you for some Iced Tea
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I have to thank you for doing the poll on Orchids for me. A couple came about ahead but not by a landslide I think it says you are all so kind lol or that you also adore Orchids. I am in good company. Again thanks for your help. Now if it got warm I could take their photo in natural light :)
For all of you facing mudslides, heavy snow and monsoons please stay safe. I will say a prayer as March begins that weather settles down this is going to be a scary thaw otherwise.
HUGS & Love you you all
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We have had a few days where it got warm, well warm after what we have dealt with. Then we had ice and I mean horrible stuff! We would chop and chop when the sun warmed it and then while we rested each evening, it would freeze up all over again.
I know before long it will be just and ugly memory. Soon we will be seeing joy spread across our country and gardens bloom once again. It will fill us with hope and warmth, which is where I am at today.
Some of you who follow me on Facebook know the story, as do most who have read my stories from long ago. You know I got hurt bad but I survived. I have loved and lost only to love again. It really is just basic life isn’t it. Ups and downs, give and take.
Well the electric bill is so high and 100 gal. of propane cost over $440 and lasts but 3 weeks if we are lucky. We live on a fixed income, as we are both retired and the checks we get each month are divided up for all of our bills. Sometimes we can do something fun and other times we find fun close to home. We are better off than many but still poor when it comes to income brought in, so when they refused to bring me more propane on Friday or even to let me order another 100 gal.because we had a $160.00 balance and no income till 8 days later I had to ask the town for help and then I had to do what I tried not to do. I had to ask for fuel assistance.
Now if you know me you know that it angers me to have to request help. I am hit by someone doing something wrong and left unable to make the income I used to depend on and they go about their business, still driving a bus and making good money. I guess I go from angry to sad but on this day something changed. I mentioned to the woman taking our application for help that maybe when I hit 60 I could get the Social Security I worked so hard for, as I was the surviving spouse. She looked at me and asked if they said those exact words to me and I answered yes. She asked me to go home and call the government office as she believed it meant my ex-husband had died and I was entitled to it now. Well I did and they confirmed he had indeed passed away and I would now get his check if it was more than mine. So I made an appointment for after my birthday and in between surgeries to bring in my marriage certificate into them so they had proof we were married the required amount of years. Now remember I drove a rig over three million miles and worked hard and missed out on so many things others enjoyed, because I LOVED trucking. So once I go in with this certificate, I will find out if I can come off State aid and really that is all I am praying for. I want to be independent again.
While going through paperwork looking for a piece of paper I thought I had thrown away in 1995 I came across so many documents I would no longer need. So out came the paper shredder and I began to rid myself of all that really no longer mattered. With each piece that got fed through the blades, the weight of it all was not only freeing but sad. I guess after having a restraining order for over 15 years on him and holding on to all of our records just in case I would need them was 14 years too long. I made a dent in the massive boxes of trucking paperwork we had amassed in our 15 years of marriage. The first load was placed into the compost bin where it will sit and be covered by kitchen scraps and breakdown into something good. It will become beautiful rich soil, for new life to grow in. I could not think of a better way to deal with all of this.
So with all of this on my plate I will wander in and out of my blog adding a new one here or there as time allows for and a few interesting blogs from those I follow. I will do more of this purging and cleaning and letting go and spend my days feeling free from worry. I will smile more I am sure. I am sad he destroyed so much and in the end himself but I will pray for him to finally be able to rest in peace, as it is what I wish for each and every troubled soul.
I will continue to read your blogs in my readers, WP and Feedly and try to keep up, as I love you all and what you do is important. You keep it real, you show us pretty places and you write so eloquently. I love the poetry and the stories you tell and I will forever be thankful for the kindness you have shown me. I am not going anywhere just trying to get my act and home in order so I can have the procedures done and put my feet up in the sun with all of you and enjoy what life has in store.
Talk again soon
Daily Prompt: Mirror, Mirror
Look in the mirror. Does the person you see match the person you feel like on the inside? How much stock do you put in appearances?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us MIRRORED.
Great question put forth by the Daily Prompt. I would have to say most days as I get ready, in front of the mirror and I see myself in the harsh light of day, I am exactly who I appear to be but once I step out of that bathroom and begin my day I am so much younger and still full of dreams yet to come. I stay out of that room as much as I can so I guess I would say in the end I place no stock into who I see in the mirror of mine.
I was in high school as my sixteenth birthday arrived.
I was enrolled in a program to become a secretary though the other choices for me were culinary arts, technical illustrating and electronics. I had made my choice and began to learn how to type and take shorthand, both of which I loved.
Mom and Dad had gone out and bought me a beautiful, electric typewriter, for my Sweet Sixteen birthday gift. We did not have money for expensive things like that and I felt so loved to see they had got me something I could use while doing my homework.
Now the day got even better as we had a cake my Mom made and since she was a baker and fantastic cake decorator it was not only gorgeous but delicious too! When all the hugs and kisses were done with Dad handed me a small box. I could see by the look on my Mom’s face this would also be a surprise for her as well. I kissed Daddy and said thank you as I began to open this “extra” present. It was a gorgeous watch, white gold in fact with diamonds inside or something like that. Not sure how Mom felt but Dad was so happy to see how much I loved the watch. He said I was growing up and would need one to be home for curfew. I loved my Dad!
My sixteenth birthday was AWESOME!
On the second weekend in New England, the January Thaw really kicked in. Be still my heart. I could not believe how cold it has been, really since Thanksgiving into the New Year. We have been spoiled it seems. Many recent winters we have had a little cold them warmth then cold again, see I really like that, I think. This winter we had a vortex and it brought me back to my youth and really big snowstorms and cold weather. We still have January to get through then February and March will follow. bringing with it who knows what. We did not get the worst of the horrid stretch of weather, the poor folks in our countries mid section got hammered, so I can not complain just our backs and coastline took a beating so far, oh wait the heating bills have been crazy made even worse by a fixed income. It is why I am trying to sell some photography here and there just for extra cash to make life easier. My sweetheart will be making some things for me using his welding expertise for the upcoming craft fairs and yard sales and when we have some finished I will show you.
So what do we here in New England do when we get our January Thaw? We get outside! We spend time out in the warmth of a winter’s day, with sunshine on our faces. We so not ski but he used and we do not skate but we could, as the yard has so much ice all over where we cleared of snow. See we have had over 1 1/2 feet of snow then 4 inches or more of rain then freezing and thawing going on and finally he resorted to getting us some cheap cleats for the bottom of our boots. Mine are still in the package his are worn in.
I take JT through the snow as I can not afford another injury like a broken arm or hip or for her to get hurt as vets and doctors charge too much. Wait can I get Obama care for her? So steady as we go is our plan. Chopping ice each mid day only for it to re-freeze over night. You have to be tough to live above the Mason Dixon Line, where the north and south meet. Yes the south suffers terribly too, with drought and heat and wicked storms that blow homes away and ruin lives. What an amazing place this Earth of ours is, really we are all at its mercy aren’t we. We either roll with the punches or give up. So far what ever has been thrown in my direction I have been able to recover from, some sadly never will and I find that so unfair. Ok enough depressing weather stuff, want to see our world yesterday?
After chopping with the one arm I have left of any use, I grabbed the camera and that cute JT and went off into the woods behind our barn to see what was going on, hoping to run into a deer or two.
Well beaten down deer trails could be found along with bear, coyote and fox prints as well all leading to the stream and away from it. Everyone needs fresh water.
More tracks of forest dwellers.
It really was such a pretty walk in the woods with my girl even the trees looked joyful and no longer weighed down with snow and ice.
This is out in front of the barn, no wonder he is hunting for chains to fit his 1954 Dodge with dual wheels a lot of good all that beautiful welding of my plow being added to his truck did ,if it can’t move. We SHOVEL and CHOP!
Yes it is rather treacherous to say the least! I must be grateful there is ICE and NOT MORE SNOW well not yet. :) Give it a minute we are in New England!
Have a great week and I hope everyone who was suffering in the awful cold is also getting a respite if even for a day or so and for those dealing with summer heat and drought I wish you cooling rains. Gentle not flooding as we will soon know that world all too well.
Have a great week!
Do you like writing poetry? Give this a try!
Originally posted on Virginia Views:
Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow – red, orange yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet – make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.
You might think the color of winter is gray
but look beyond the forlorn landscape,
at twigs and slash left over from another day.
There are the pines and bushes still ever green,
the sky a mix of blue and tinged in shades of red
And the colors of the rainbow can be seen
in orange tinted clouds floating overhead.
Have you missed the midnight sky of indigo
or violet shadows strewn among dried leaves?
The colors of winter are nature’s tireless show
to bring us summer memories.
A beautiful piece of work.
Originally posted on who could know then :
a song, video and words to explain my silence in December.
the too familiar turns and bends…
and statue still are the trees standing sentry tall
astride this white and weary Winter road,
my incessant journey of so many dreary and crippling seasons
recalling the somber memories etched decades deep
in gnarled bark and devoted wood.
how the infinite canopy arches in graceful bows,
laden branches kneel in gratitude to the peaceful sleep of snow.
i follow the trailing in frail voices of family i’ve lost,
of those i long to remember
swirling in the sliver of pause between
this world and another.
there is no hesitation in
passing through the Gate of Melancholia,
i wrap my solitude close in December’s silent shroud.
disowning my voice in…
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Originally posted on 20 Lines A Day:
We will wait up here in the tree
for the small birds to get their fill.
We will then head to the feeders
that will be chock full
They make such a mess and so many seeds they spill
In our beautiful red outfits they can never say that we are dull.
All photos were taken through nasty and cold winter windows
I wasn’t going outside to hang in the snow till it was time to shovel.
I wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas and for those who do not celebrate the birth of our Christ a very Happy Holiday Season to you as well.
I remember the days of our family home on Christmas morning. We, the three of us children, were so very lucky to have what was waiting under our tree, be it real or the metal one with that colorful wheel. We never knew of the struggle or the monies spent for months to follow, to pay for it all. Life is simple through the eyes of a child or that is how it seemed when I was a kid. I was blessed with a Mom and Dad. A roof over our heads and a wonderful feast laid out on the kitchen table.
For many years Thanksgiving was spent up here in New Hampshire with my Mother’s side of the family where all would come together as one and give thanks for what we had. Back then I never gave thought of what others went through to pull it off. They worked hard each and every day and lived within their means. We had mini Christmas that weekend as well because usually Dad would take us to his parents house for Christmas school break.
Dad worked all day and then worked on the car he would load up with presents which we never knew were ours, see what I mean about simple times. We were children who spent the days outside playing after school never giving a thought as too what the parents had going on. No wonder they were stressed, I see that now. The car was packed with gifts for grandparents and us then in went all the clothes we would all need for a road trip to Nana and Grandpa’s. You see I have since learned by trucking it was 660 miles each way. With three rambunctious children and our dog Teddy. We made this journey from Massachusetts to Pennsylvania most Christmas holidays. Maybe that is where I found the love for the road. Staying awake with Daddy driving in the middle of what I now know was blizzards, helping him keep track of the white line on the edge of the road. He had his whole family with him in our old car with a piece of plywood on the folded down seat for us all to sleep. Daddy never did and I am sure Mom tried to always stay awake so Daddy could as she was his company, on this journey. So today with the saved tree from the dump with no gifts under it, I remain thankful for all I have ever had for it is more than many others never did.
With Daddy gone and grandparents too as well as all but two Aunts and 2 Uncles my family now three brothers and my Mom, we no longer have those times together. That is what I miss the most as this holiday nears FAMILY.
Today I am thankful and grateful for all of you I follow and to those who follow me, for we are a family of sorts. Sharing joy and happiness. Wonderful things to bake and make. We are there as well when sadness hurts so bad. Thanks everyone for yet another year spent with you.
Peace On Earth Good Will To Men
Daily Prompt: Memories of Holidays Past
What is your very favorite holiday? Recount the specific memory or memories that have made that holiday special to you.
Christmas used to be so special when I was a little girl growing up with my two brothers. We had the best tree Dad could find but one year we truly had a very cool tree. I never knew my parents were cool, I mean really COOL. Yes it was the sixties and that Christmas we saw them set up a funky metal tree. It came with a color wheel. Do you know what I mean? This was something that ran on electricity and had different colored film on it and it would turn our tree Blue then Red I can’t remember all the colors on the wheel but I can tell you our tree was very different compared to the other homes. I am sure my parents were not hippies but I think without us maybe they could have been. Now as I am old I wonder where all those items that fill my memory banks went. They never had a yard sale but the dump was less than three miles away. This year as a tribute to my beautiful family trees, from long ago that sadly made its way to the landfill, we got our tree this summer from our dump! She is gorgeous! White and pre-lit. I strung a few pearl roping’s and two strands of fake icicles, a few Red and Gold glass balls and 3 ornaments I made when I was 11. Sequins and beads pushed into Styrofoam shapes. I helped make a beautiful tree skirt back then too. I helped Mom for hours on a few of them she gave as gifts. I have one that rests under my tree this year. Yes the one from the dump. You see I am making a new memory with pieces from the past. I sure wish we had found a metal tree and color wheel though but the hunt is on!
Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate this holiday as well
PEACE ON EARTH
Here is a link so you do not think I am really NUTS lol
Daily Prompt: Seven Wonders
Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SEVEN.
“OUR WORLD IS AMAZING, SHOW IT LOVE.”
Originally posted on 20 Lines A Day:
In today’s publishing climate, many authors are turning away from traditional publishing houses because they wish to have more control over their own work.
We do all the work. You retain control.
But it takes time just to research the other options, and they are many and varied, and can be confusing. It’s easy to feel overwhelmed by the decisions that need to be made, especially for those with little experience working with publishers and printers.
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We have had a few beautiful days here in New England but changes are coming. So as I watched the Boston Red Sox play their way into another World’s Series I made lists of things that needed to be done around here. I worked at planting my two huge Mums from the garden club sale, they are the hardy type so with any luck they will rest in the winter and be in bloom for next fall. Lawn mower was placed in the barn and snow blower brought up to the shed. You know regular stuff all homeowner must do unless they have a handyman yes my man is handy but you know the kind I am taking about.
So as I checked off each item I had on my list, I came to my Monstrous Spider Plant. There was no way I could bring it in for another year like it was. It is in full bloom, mid October in New Hampshire, oh how she loves the outdoors. Well I am sure it will go into shock and I also hope they all make it. There is nothing like having a living plant in each and every room.
So JT and I headed over to our local Wal-Mart so I could by some potting soil. I picked up six bags, yes it would take at least that to begin the task at hand. We headed home and I played with her for 15 minutes and then I began.
I usually make up my own mix but this will have to do, with shoulder pain there will be no stirring dirt for me .
This is worse than I thought, as this is a huge flower-pot.
See what I mean.
I really do not know how it could be so gorgeous with so many flowers and babies, this is crazy look at those roots!
They must love being root bound like this.
Much different tools used in this mayhem.
OH yes it was bad.
Lots of the Mother plants babies came of the plant
and would need to go into water or straight into new soil.
So my yard and home plants have been cared for, tools put away that I use spring, summer and fall.
I said a little prayer for them to all make it through till spring, when they will be placed outside to soak in the sunshine and drink in the rains.
Let this be a reminder to knock your plants from their pots loosen up the old soil if you can get away with new soil added and you will not have Botany Mayhem occur at your place.
LOVE YOUR LIVING THINGS as much as you do your silly things.
Originally posted on New Hampshire Garden Solutions:
I just finished reading Monadnock, More than a Mountain by Craig Brandon. In it he tells of how, throughout history different artists have painted the mountain from different sides, and how a few had traveled around the mountain painting it from all sides. That sounded like a fine idea to me and, since I have never seen it done before, over the last few weeks I’ve traveled to several towns that surround the mountain to take photos from each one.
The unusual thing about 3,165 ft high Mount Monadnock is that it can be seen from each town in the area, which collectively make up what is known as the Monadnock Region. The purpose of this post is to show how much the mountain changes from town to town-sometimes after driving just a few miles down the road. I’ve lived here nearly my entire life and even I was surprised by how…
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Originally posted on iggandfriends:
I wake with a mind full of angels
Of white feathers and halos
And of more.
Swords and fire
Messages from heaven
I rise, mind still buzzing
Glance out the window
Watch in wonder
As three swans gracefully swim past
Floating serenely on the sea
White feathers gleaming in the sunlight
Heads dipping in among the waves
This year’s cygnet protected
With a fierce love
I watch and wonder
What message God will send
By his angels
This Michaelmas tide.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. Psalm 91:11
I am guilty of most if not all lol
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With the rise of texting and e-mail, it sometimes seems like punctuation has been forgotten. Does the younger generation even know how to properly write a sentence?
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I spent years really living on the edge but a very slippery edge, indeed.
I was a trucker who worked and worked, never getting enough rest. I was young and fearless.
After a divorce and a bad wreck( no not of my doing, lol )thankfully, life for me was so very different.
I lost my balance. I fell. I fell into deep sadness. Yes I mucked about pretending all was well but clearly everyone could see how I had changed. I lost ME.
Well things are back on an even keel.
I have a blessed life.
I see that now.
I blog with people all over the world who have had such deep sadness in their lives. I also have some followers so full of joy, it is contagious.
You see I had stopped caring. I stopped LIVING.
When I found WordPress I was in search of who I was.
I had to pick a name for my new blog and it came easy, Living and Lovin, as that is really all I searched for.
I am here to tell you that I found it and then some.
I eat right now and actually exercise in the amounts I need. Balance it is a good thing.
I wake daily and with coffee see what blogging buddies are up too.
I eat breakfast and do the housework. For years I really had stopped caring.
I now work in my garden.
Play with the dog.
Have conversations with the love of my life.
I thought I had it all till sadly it was gone. My edge may have been different from yours but clearly living on the edge is hard for anyone eventually. It will catch up to you.
It has been a long winding road but finally no longer do I stand on a slippery slope of sadness and despair. No longer a part of the rat race of life. I have taken back who I really am. I wake each day thankful for all I have. I do stop to smell the ROSES, well all the flowers. How could I have gotten so far out of whack? Are others as well and still not knowing it?
For me it is about BALANCE.
Doing what needs to be done and making time for play.
I play usually with a camera in tow so now they can all see the change. Pretty dramatic even when I look back.
My wish for all of you is to find your balance. With work, love, life and play. When you are out of whack that is truly living on the edge.
Originally posted on Ramblings From A Mum:
DVerse and Mary have invited us to write an Epistolary piece -http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22718
For The Poet’s Pub - http://dversepoets.com/2013/08/17/poetics-sent-with-a-stamp/
Apologies for the length.
Dear Mary and Tom,
May I pen a letter asking who you were? I know you are my grandparents,but that is sadly all
Grandpa we never met, I have no stories of your life - this I only blame myself
for the questions were never asked - how sad that I did not
So please I ask forgiveness, as I never knew you as a lad
nor the trials you faced in life, witnessing the wars
I know not how you met 'your Mary', or how you sang or even laughed
how regrettable, that all I know of you - are your old photographs
we did meet, but was for the shortest while, a child of eighteen I came to England to see you the first…
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As we sat side by side she asked to see my palm.
I thought, No Way!
She assured me there were things she would be able to see, that is the part that worried me.
As she held my hand tears began to fall from her eyes, no you see this is a Happy Ending.
They were tears of Joy for she was able to see the past and how bright the future will be.
Been sad and hurt for too long.
Was told by a child I had placed for adoption, to go away, as he had done to find peace and love within again.
I had never meditated before and yes I was worried but I also knew deep inside something had to change.
It was time for me to finally be whole. So I booked by 10 day stay and in the following months while I waited for my day to
come to take the first step, there were so many days I thought I would cancel but I did not.
I went away from home for the first time all alone.
I took an oath of silence.
I learned how to meditate.
I learned that I was really strong not broken as I had thought.
Over those ten days away I meditated in silence, for 100 hours. Yes it was hard. Was it worth it, hell yes. A million times YES.
This trip into the unknown world of Meditation was scary but amazing as well.
I will never be lost again.
I will go within and see all is well.
Life can be so very hard and so many could use this outlet to find peace and happiness.
My son and I agree after having both learned to go within, that so many could benefit from learning how to meditate
starting with small children. When I went to school in 1963 there was a time each day we laid our heads on our desk to take
a rest from the stress of learning, had we been taught the simple act of Meditation in the first grade maybe just maybe
we would could have had a world full of PEACE or a lot less pain.
Originally posted on Source of Inspiration:
There is a trail through this
world of woe, lit by the light
of love. Walk in peace, dear ones,
for he who walks with the Lord
is guided and protected every
step of the way.
Originally posted on Wandering through Time and Place:
Since I have been blogging about bears, I decided to relate a couple of scary bear stories.
Bears like me, or at least they haven’t eaten me. They’ve had numerous opportunities over the years. It goes with the territory of backpacking throughout North America for over four decades. My scariest encounters, as it turns out, were also my first. I had created a fundraiser for the American Lung Association in Sacramento called the Sierra Trek. Participants would obtain sponsors and then backpack for a hundred miles over nine days.
By the fifth year of the event, I had worked my way southward from…
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You know I love my wildlife and you know I feed my birds and I have spoken about this Bear before and since I moved my computer out into the quiet kitchen area of the house and am no longer set up overlooking the lower yard and river. I miss a lot.
This morning I slept in till 6 AM as I went to bed real late. I put the coffee pot on and filled up my containers with fresh sunflower Seed to take out to fill the feeders so they could have breakfast while I read your blogs. I have been leaving the feeders empty to not entice this big black bear and any others with it from destroying the set up my darling made for me to feed them all. We recycled and used an old umbrella fabric removed and holes drilled in ends to hang feeders and suet from oh and a BELL since he destroyed it a couple of weeks ago so I can tell when he is out they’re messing with it so I can get PHOTOS after all it is what I DO right.
Well it was raining and JT grabbed her Frisbee and me the seed and off we went out to less than 100 feet from the back door maybe 60. I toss her the toy off she goes to catch then go potty and right back she comes to me for another throw. All the feeders full and us wet after 20 more throws we head back in. My coffee smelt great poured a cup and brought up the new reader to find all of you.
I am enjoying the coffee and reading and laughing and crying as some were real touching when the dog starts going NUTS!
Barking and carrying on. He was still asleep but he yelled BEAR. I go to grab my camera and both are plugged in and charging. I grabbed the Easy Share and I get into the living room where there was only a screen between us and the bag of seed and him and the feeders full of seed. He broke one arm but when JT scared him and our human voices he started to beat feet out of here. Thankfully. Then he stopped and start to turn to look our way and I screamed “Get out of Here” all the while JT going nuts and the poor cat who was outside took off and was not seen for 6 hours.
So here is the only shot I got.
Not sure if you can make him out but this is when he stopped and turned and looked at me and the dog seeming to not be worried about us much. I may end up not feeding the birds there goes my Dragonflies :(
I swear I was just saying life was so CHILL lol then heart beating what would I do if he came through the screen wanting the whole bag of seed :(
I shall load the shotgun and have it ready with the camera and fire over its head with hopes of making him change his address.
OK I am officially no longer bored
I know this to be true it is all within us. Thanks Bill
Originally posted on Dr Bill Wooten:
If you want oneness in society, you have to teach people to go inside instead of going outside, because if they want peace, they need to find it within. I remember being at a peace rally. Everybody was yelling, (He shouts loudly, angrily.) “PEACE PEACE!” That isn’t peace! (Laughter.) Peace is inside, in me and in everybody else. If you want peace, you go down in. – Ram Dass
I told you all it was GREEN UP HERE
Originally posted on Writing Between the Lines:
Earlier this month I visited the Hampshire College campus in Massachusetts. I was there to spend a few days with my daughter Bea…
…who was studying at the amazing Yiddish Book Center at the college.
Hampshire has a lovely campus in the middle of rural farm country. And it was 97 degrees.
I’m from The Emerald City and I know green when I see it. Believe me, that countryside was green.
It was midday, and the campus was deserted, except for mad dogs and Englishmen. Oh, yeah, and Bea and me. We were walking to the dorm to sit in front of the AC and have lunch (did I mention it was 97 degrees?). Then out of nowhere came a couple of dairy cows, fresh off the farm, looking like two giant Oreo cookies on the hoof. Completely out of context, they looked larger than life.
One doesn’t often see…
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I do have a few books in the works.
They are scribbled on papers, tucked away for another day.
Some seem important to share, others I see no need for them anymore but others may.
I am surrounded by incredible writers/bloggers on my follower list, here on WordPress but if I could have anyone and I mean anyone to write what I want said, I would choose a local man. You all know his work. He is just the most amazing writer of horror here in the Northeast, yes I am picking Stephen King to write my story. Yes it had lots of dark points but I think he needs a happy ending too.
Originally posted on Ramblings From A Mum:
am I forgotten
amongst metal frames corroding
endless corridors, starched white sheets
remnants of my meals, dried upon the
pale blue gown I wear
– I never liked this colour blue
are you aware of
the breath you draw, is the exhale
breathed of me – as you daydream drying plates
looking onto fields of green, I’m amongst those
who soil their pyjamas and weep, take that rubbish away
- I do not like your jelly
I wonder if you notice
your visits are rare – in my head I see you smile
hear your voice, why have I so many bruises
the colour of petrol on my skin that’s paper thin
- I tell them they have to move me more
so will you come and visit
sit and read to me whispering – ‘you’ll be home soon’
back where I belong, where I can dry your plates
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Daily Prompt: Tables Turned
Are as comfortable in front of a camera as behind one? Being written about, as well as writing?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us DISCOMFORT.
This is an easy one for me NO.
No I hate having my photo taken once every four years, at renewal time for driving, is bad enough!
Never been comfortable with someone aiming that object at me, no wonder I shoot mostly nature shots!
I know how they feel!
I do not look for praise in print much either, just a thank you face to face for something I did is good enough for me.
I seem to be pretty normal well maybe not, do you like prancing around and posing for the camera, maybe I am quite the
oddity after all.
I must say when I go down the list of who I follow through my blog at Living and Lovin I see so many who are just like me. Like minded. Nature lovers. Pet owners. Gardeners of flowers and food.
I once wondered if anyone of my friends would bother to read what I had to say and share by way of a photo here and there and quickly got a true lesson in life, not many if any, take the time to read what I have to say but among the thousands here at WordPress I have a circle of friends who have stuck with me, as I began this journey and are still there just over a year latter.
Blogs come and go but I seem to have enough photos or strange stories to keep a few coming back. They are all eclectic and lived a full life, the same as I did and seem to appreciate all life has to offer.
Poems, story-telling and news breaking stories worthy of my re-blogs I love them all, for with each post they write they share just that little bit of themselves.
I may get lost in all I have going on at times but the real connections are there and for that I am so grateful..
Inspiration comes in many forms but when it happens to me I either grab a camera or my Blue Tray upon which I do my Beading.
I head into the spare bedroom, though there is no bed and open up the many drawers and containers I have full of beads. As I poke around I zero in on the colors I have available. I used to just have colors of the Sea. I have been beading for two years now and have some of each color it seems.
So with tray in one hand I begin to add beads, needles, thread and findings to complete a project. Who knows if I will sit and work it to the end or put it aside half-finished for a later day.
Even when gathering the supplies to make something pretty and new, I slip into THE ZONE. You have to or the creative juices can stop flowing, even before you begin.
Now with all I think I will need, piled high upon my blue tray, I sit at the table over looking the yard and river with my dog and cat close by. I add the string to my needle, usually Fireline so the piece will last for years and then I use the needle to pick up one tiny seed bead at a time. I like using 15’s and 11’s the best. They are very tiny. I have to focus or prick myself.
As I sit and pick up each one and add them into my design it starts to come together nicely and as I do the world seems to stop. Yes I enter THE ZONE rather quickly when I place that Blue Beading Tray in front of me.
Do you BEAD?
Have a great day getting lost in THE ZONE!
I was still injured but I needed a job.
I used to drive a “big rig” but then I was hit, by that bus.
I went through the savings which were sadly, as in most case, s never enough.
I saw an Ad in a local paper for a Special Needs School Bus Driver, surely I could drive a small van.
I applied for the position and they could clearly see my wounds but it was the ones inside that hurt the worst.
Due to my physical injuries I was given the troubled youths to transport to schools where they did not want to attend.
Many never even bothered to get up and shower and dress for the day, never mind step into the van. Very sad.
One by one as they entered my school bus I introduced myself, the one with the huge blue knee brace on.
I asked them to buckle up and not to swear (being a trucker at this point didn’t matter) I turned on music of their liking
just not gangster rap!
I knew they all had stories about how they ended up on a bus such as this. I did too.
I showed them respect and demanded the same right back. Friends were worried about me alone with them.
So many scary stories you read about children such as this. Remember they were the worst of the worst.
No one else at the bus company would drive them willingly. So they gave them to the New Girl!
I had a run in the morning where they were still half asleep then again in the afternoon after no nicotine.
Yes some were angry. Many had nice parents that just could not take it anymore and turned them over to the state.
Some lived with Grandparents God Bless them.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into years, two of them, I healed. So did they. We stopped listening
to music unless it was them singing to my great-niece in an infant seat while one played the guitar. They had
me to smile and make them feel welcomed each morning and I was their ride away from that school each day.
I had a solid group of eight who had been tossed aside.
Told they would never amount to anything. Have you been mad enough to say that to your child?
They were so talented in so many ways, I was so proud they stuck it out and rode both ways with me. I will always
remember these young people who not only graduated but in the end helped me to heal all the hurt inside.
They all know that they were MY SILVER LINING.
Leaves have begun to unfurl and show their beauty to those who wait for any sign.
Flowers in hanging baskets become all the rage
Even the beautiful Forsythia that lines this property had visitors! I love this beautiful, very tiny golden bug. I do love Macro for what shows up that I never saw .
Miss you all
We had our Garden Club plant sale yesterday wish it had been a sell out.
Painted almost the whole front side of our house today, ouch too much.
It has been so gorgeous here like a present for what we had to deal with this past winter.
I hope you are seeing better weather. We go to Boston tomorrow and for the first time I am uneasy about traveling to the city I adore. Mom has doctor appointment at one of the hospitals the wounded were taken to.
I am hoping to write a few stories and share some more photos I already have the photos in camera now to download them onto laptop and WRITE
Miss you all
The WordPress Family Award is reserved for folks in Cyberspace who are unceasingly kind, sympathetic, encouraging, and open to laughter – and who keep each other going by sharing, commenting, and making personal connections even though they may actually be virtual strangers.
- Display the award logo on your blog.
- Link back to the person who nominated you.
- Nominate 10 others you see as having an impact on your WordPress experience and family.
- Let your 10 Family members know you have awarded them.
and all the rest as I so went over the allotted amount :(
Never have I been great at doing these and I even forgot how to grab the url for award photo all I kept getting was the one for this lovely lady at number 1 slot’s info :) yes I have been away and for that I am so thankful I am filled with so much love and joy I can hardly stand it but I will it beats hatred for one’ self hands down!
I love each of you ladies listed here
You have helped me get through this amazing year of letting go as did the rest of you not listed here and the men too I know you stopped by and left your mark.
One month from now I will have been here a YEAR man you all really are family I have a brother I have not seen in over 10 years :( that will change too!
So back to you listed above you took a busted up female trucker in and gave me hope for a better life and yes it was hard at times but feeling safe I began to let go and let God and with my son’s help found a new set of tools to live once again oh and chats with him again are icing on the cake!
Love you all and if you do not know each other yet please take the time to say hi to each other
To all over on 20 Lines too many to list you had my back from the start! XOXOXOXO
This is a link for a story done about a nasty beetle found out in WY and we now here in NH are seeing more borer types attracting trees in the Northeast. Keep your eyes open to protect out TREES! Please
David is a friend of my son Mike. You can LIKE David’s page on Facebook The name of his page is in the article
Having just been Earth Day it is a good time to be reminded to LOVE OUR PLANET EARTH oh and EACH OTHER!!!!!!
Well most of you know I went away, by myself, on a journey. Some may know the world of meditation sadly I was not one of them but maybe that was in the end just what I needed to see for myself here at the Vispanna Meditation Center out on the Mohawk Trail, in Western Massachusetts.
I was all packed on Monday for the trip I would start out on two weeks ago on a Wednesday afternoon. The three of us drove together and when I arrived I was scared and in tears as I did not want to leave my family. I figured it out I had not gone away by myself since I was on a scouting trip back when I was 16 or 17. Having just had a birthday it is easy to figure out that was 40/41 years ago. Wow as I write it down it somehow seems crazy but true.
I kissed them goodbye and told him to drive home safely.
As I stepped through the doors of the beautiful facility I was welcomed warmly. I filled out a short form and went to talk with some others who had also arrived. Some had been there before others were scared as I was. When it is unknown we can find ways to worry can’t we. We came from all walks of life as well as other countries. We all had the same mission though to find peace within.
I went to my room with an “Old Student” server and then I unpacked and made my bed with the sheets and blanket I was asked to bring from home. The room was gorgeous. The view I looked out upon was a pretty garden area with small patches of snow here and there not the 3 and 4 foot snowbanks at home.
We were going to be served tea and a light meal of fruit and then meet in the Meditation Hall. I had requested a chair for my back and knee and it and a floor cushion awaited me just inside, along the wall. There had to be 200+ men and woman who came to this room. We were kept apart by just a row with no cushions. The Men had a teacher and we had ours. They would be the only ones we could speak to except for our assistant teacher when something important came up, remember this was a Silent Retreat. We then heard a message from the man behind this all. This type of meditation came through Buddha but so many different sects have branched off from this truer practice.
It was time for bed and I was once again all alone and missing home but wanting to be happy again, even more.
The days were laid out on a board over by the dining hall you always had a reminder of where you were supposed to be and what you should be doing eating, sleeping or meditating. A pretty bell would be rung at 4 AM to gently wake you then again 15 min. later a little louder to have you in the hall from 4:30 AM. You could choose to stay in your room but the quiet of this huge hall in the early morning hours for me was so moving only when the distractions of coughing mediators got too loud for me did I decide to stay in my room and practice my lessons.
Breakfast at 6:30 AM back in hall by 8:00 AM then lunch at 11:00 PM back to meditating 12:30 PM till 4 when tea was served with fruit oranges, apples and bananas. We had 2% milk or soy choices as we were now eating pretty much a Vegetarian Diet. After the night tea and fruit if you chose to eat it I think I may have had some 5 out of the 11 days there. After the tea time we headed back into the beautiful hall and except for breaks we would be there till around 9:00 PM then head to our rooms for much need rest who knew how hard it would be to focus your thoughts not me but I can tell you each night I was drained.
The first four days I was at the center and sitting took a huge toll on my wrecked neck from the wreck I had been in and I never gave the neck a thought as my world had gone ergonomic . They did everything they could to make me comfortable so I could complete my course and for this I can not thank them enough.
Day 4 was Easter and I was wanting home badly. As I left my room and walked to the dining area I was met with an amazing sunrise yes many miles from the area I frequent and up in the woods but there it was. Purple and Pink filled the early morning view and I felt loved. I ate what was offered had some tea and took a walk outside in the crisp morning air.
I took my Dad’s old coat as I headed for the hall with hopes of rolling it up to better support the neck and having lost Dad 9 years ago it made me feel his strength as it was a big part of who I really was. I got situated and set about listening to my first true lesson in Vispanna Meditation. I will never forget Easter Sunday 2013 what an amazing day! I had such a peace engulf me while others panicked. I guess I saw it as a true lesson and we would all have the same outcome for all the work we had put in but that is not how life seems to really work.
I will not share the whole course here as for those who want to experience it for themselves they should with no prejudgment from my experience.
Should you be in a place in life and wanting to feel alive and have a set of tools to deal with the reality of our world better go here to read about their mission, find centers and read the Code of Ethics.
Thank you to each and every one of you who had me in their prayers and thoughts I felt strength each time I was sure I would fail. You are THE BEST FOLLOWERS!
Peace and Love to each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart which is now filled with so much love for who I am.
If you decide to go get ahold of me and I will give you a list of other essentials you would be better off bringing I hope to give back by serving a group such as I was a part of we were amazing so strong and such a gift to have it just over 2 hours from me.
Hi everyone. No I am not lost but usually I shovel then suffer in pain but it is the workouts that have me seeing consistent success now at the scale on Tuesdays and is getting me closer to goal which will be a HEALTY weight never scrawny . I need my strength to make it through my meditation as well as that new English Garden I will be working on if winter ever let’s go of her death grip up here. No don’t worry just hard on old broken bodies but my sense of humor such as it is will get me to spring oh and the rains! Today NH is under the spell of another huge storm and why I am getting rains when others are getting twelve more, heavy wet inches of snow I have no idea but you know I am so grateful for each and every drop for it is melting our snowpack and snow on the roofs is shrinking too he said it was too slippery to climb up yesterday which worried me with the weight of heavy wet snow ruining so many homes and businesses elsewhere. Well I sold my conversion van and made another friend. She too is an author with all of you here I follow and follow me I can surely get my three written! I sold the van to get cash to fix my pick-up the one with the PLOW kind of late now as the birds are already singing their hearts out looking for the prettiest girls in town. I will scrub hummingbird feeders again to make sure no dust has gotten into the bags I store them in and get the seeds started for my garden even if I have to grow in 5 gal. buckets or a pallet have you seen that on Pinterest? I think this year I will even start Sunflowers in egg cartons or yogurt cups as I have plenty of empties and this way after the diet of black oil sunflower seeds I have been going through with my wildlife so far almost 400 lbs. of seed, they will not be able to dig up the ones I hide to line my yard with. Hard to outsmart wildlife though I am sure something hungry will come for the green growth like us and our salad greens!
So how have you all been? Life good or hard right now? I love hearing from you all and that some of you are regular visitors to my Portfolio Blog please me. You can comment on any blog. Tell me if you like certain photo or what you don’t like remember the only thing I have ever been a professional at is a driver, a big rig driver so you can help by chiming in . Some of you know I have been selling my photos on FAA under Eunice Miller and that I even set up a Facebook page that will link my photographs I have placed for sale right to their site in most cases. If you are artists that have begun to follow my blog thank you. Blogging has made me a better photographer still not anything to write home about but me and my little Kodak Easy Share once in a while capture something pretty and moving to some besides me for which I am thankful for isn’t that why we decide to step out of our nice comfy spot at home and reach out to the world at large with art and words. I would not have gotten to know you all had I not taken that very first step last Memorial Day weekend. I am blessed by each and every one of you and I think you already know that by what we have shared.
Now it wouldn’t be a Living and Lovin blog without a photo or two so this is what I have been thinking of
My Lilacs in full bloom calling out to all the insects and pretty butterflies that adore them as much as I do even Ron loves them JT loves to smell them she is a girl you know and all girls love pretty flowers.
For the bees to arrive so my fruit trees will bless us and the wildlife who also love fruit.
Now the Forsythia that are all over this place we call home are sure signs of SPRING arriving.
Now for this year along with the new English Garden area Ron will make me a sculpture as he was a welder for 35 years before retiring early with injuries. I am thinking something in pretty copper but maybe a mix if they can be put together with the arc from his welding rod. He is the pro so I will let him do his thing and praise the heck out of him because he is a good man to put up with me and so much sadness though it has gotten so much better since I have stopped hiding. So look for a blog on his artist work in the future here.
I will also divide my Hostas for an upcoming Garden Club Plant Sale in early May and take some new Lilacs and move them to my berm on the eastern side of my property I will add some shoots of Forsythia on berm as well because they will look beautiful as they grow and drape along this area with the Lilacs up above with a few little pretty shaped Pines. It will provide me with Privacy yes but mostly block the Orange Fence(plastic snow fence) from my view while I sit and tend to my garden since I do not see her as ever taking it down, even though it sits on the towns right a way.
So for now I will look and deal with the CRUD of Winter with visions of a beautiful spring!
We will hang out by the sea a lot till them even on a lousy weather day we can always find a ray of hope here along the water’s edge.
Take care everyone and again stop in at anyone of my places here on the world-wide web, you are more than welcome.