Thursday, February 23, 2017

Quietly Expectant.

For the awakening that is to unfold… is unfolding

In all created things

In the early unfurling of sprout and bud

In the fertile damp soil that has been resting, quickened by past torrents, decay, even ice

In and throughout the discord of human hearts

in and through the seeming chaos that is creation

which belies the process, the wisdom, the LOVE that IS



LOVE, dear ones

LISTEN for the reassurance of "I know… I know, beloved. Gentle now. this is now. I am with you. always."

and "all shall be well.. and all shall be well… and all manner of thing shall be well…" *


~anamnesis circe

*Julian of Norich

Wednesday, February 25, 2015


Peter Gabriel  Kate Bush


Love to you

Thursday, March 20, 2014


No matter if hot house flowers, these~ nor if Sunday's snow has barely melted, neither that we may, in fact, receive more snow this weekend...SPRING HAS SPRUNG! 
XO to all... & all Spring's Gentleness I wish for you. : )

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

HORSES and BAYONETS the song by Studio Druitt Films

HORSES and BAYONETS... the Song.

by Studio Druitt Films
A bright young man I know composed this. Inspired by, in my opinion, the best Presidential Debate moment in recent history... Enjoy!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Hope in Summer. For Puanani

Twixt the coasts... and all else... between every morning and every night, there is so much.

Last Summer, we made a journey, both difficult and rewarding...

First to the Southernmost area of the West Coast, then to San Juan Capistrano, up the PCH, to my former home, North of Los Angeles, for my Brother's funeral. Each stop, day, moment, is etched in my mind in a different mood, light, hue...

Then the Journey both ended and continued, as we made an escape of sorts, to a last minute MUCH NEEDED vacation, just the four of us, to a place I'd always longed to go; the Pacific Northwest.

We flew into Portland, and explored our way in and around the area, over bridges, across state lines and back again, over and to and UNDER and from various bodies of water, between Volcanic Snow-topped mountains, through microclimates too close together to be possible. I am still under enchantment.  Long to go back. To be both comforted by family, refreshed by waterfalls

We ate at amazing restaurants, stayed in last minute, book as you drive hotels.

The images are the Columbia River Gorge. I keep the link to the US Forest Service Air Quality Images, which update the above image every 15 minutes, on my computer at all times the past several months. It gives me much needed pause, even refreshment. The one at the bottom should refresh itself for you, too.

Between grief and renewal, nostalgia and refreshment, comfort and newness, East and West, South and North, I found so much. Among my regrets-- that there is never enough time.

I wish I could have more time, with my brother, with all loved ones... I wish I could have done more on that trip... made more connections, one in particular, strengthened others.

But I trust.  That hearts are where they are best supposed to be whenever possible, even if bodies, schedules aren't.  It's all I can do at this point. Because, There Is Never Enough Time. Not Ever. But each moment is precious. Our value of moments and each other transcends time and space.

I'm counting on it.

XO XO My Dear Ones.

(On a lighter note, my kids wish we hadn't missed ComicCon by mere hours...! : P  Laugh when you can, whenever you can. Better Laughter than tears!)

Monday, March 5, 2012

SPRINGING SPRING; let's just say, there's a file in my cake.


by Luci Shaw

March. I am beginning
to anticipate a thaw. Early mornings
the earth, old unbeliever, is still crusted with frost
where the moles have nosed up their
cold castings, and the ground cover
in shadow under the cedars hasn't softened
for months, fogs layering their slow, complicated ice
around foliage and stem
night by night,

but as the light lengthens, preacher
of good news, evangelizing leaves and branches,
his large gestures beckon green
out of gray. Pinpricks of coral bursting
from the cotoneasters. A single bee
finding the white heather. Eager lemon-yellow
aconites glowing, low to the ground like
little uplifted faces. A crocus shooting up
a purple hand here, there, as I stand
on my doorstep, my own face drinking in heat
and light like a bud welcoming resurrection,
and my hand up, too, ready to sign on
for conversion.

"Revival" by Luci Shaw, from What the Light Was Like. © Word Farm, 2010. *Reprinted with permission. (buy now) *Read today on the Writer's Almanac by Garrison Keillor. Permission Granted to Writer's Almanac. But all credit where credit is due to Poet Lucy Shaw.

Today it snowed-- just minute flurries. And now the sun is out. Punxsetawney Phil declared on the second of February, "SIX MORE WEEKS OF WINTER!" Or so he was interpreted. Maybe he just doesn't like crowds. Or cold. Or bright light just after waking. I know the feeling. But I am now more than a little skeptical about this prediction...

The ants are back. They began in the kitchen over a week ago, now. Not just one lone ant on a warm day, with none to follow. We have had ant invasions.

When the hyacinth buds began clearing ground level weeks before, I was worried. At first. That the frost would get them, or more likely, hard ice... Frost they've handled. And then, the crocuses sprang forth like a turkish carpet in one yard. Some could say a fluke, but then again, they have been going strong for over a week and have been joined by daffodils, forsythia. Up north from here, where spring is oft delayed, even by only a few days or weeks, I witnessed snow drops quite early, aconites, and now, this week, fruit trees in bloom! We further South have not yet had our trees begin to bloom ! Though it's been almost a week since, arriving home one morning, the sun shining brightly on our burgundy front door, I spied another familiar sight and portent of warmer weather-- the acid green yellow of pollen velveting the enamel paint.

It's still quite chilly some days, especially some nights, dipping well below freezing.

But I choose to believe.


May all our hearts begin the thaw they need... our faces turned toward the sun, our feet still in wool socks and boots to brave any weather that may yet come our way!


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