from The Dresser Drawer

Today missing yesterday?

2012-01-25T22:06:00.000-08:00

Does winter always make us miss summer? Or is just after a week of snow followed by rain and blasts of wind that I really miss summer? I thought of this picture today. This was taken in the backyard of our old house--old meaning we actually sold it last July. Lucky, huh? Yes, actually it was--but it will be a long long time before I don't miss my little prayer garden in the backyard. And the birds, the white dogwood tree, the Japanese maples, and much more. I loved spending the mornings in a chair, with a cup of coffee, a book and my journal--all under a small umbrella in the prayer garden. But, luckily I took the time to be there when I was there, and now I have wonderful memories I can call to mind. I can sit there, or wander around the yard...in my mind. All this to say that this is why I chose the words: pay attention to the moment for this photo.

Begin by blooming...

2012-01-24T12:35:00.001-08:00

Polaroid Love & a Night Light

2012-01-13T17:16:00.000-08:00

Well, using my new HTC Inspire and some little photo app I was able to create this very fun little picture. Okay, the original sock monkey nightlight is as darn cute as it gets....but, even he likes the cool things I can do to a picture of him.

Then you add one Polaroid Pogo Instant Mobile Printer and more fun happens...the kind of fun that can easily make business card size magnets. All you do is put the battery in, load the paper, charge it and then you can either print from a camera to the printer with a USB cord or send the picture via bluetooth from your phone to the printer.

I have always loved Polaroid pictures and certainly miss making cards, magnets and mail art using the little sticker pictures from the once very popular (and the basically no longer available i-zone camera).

Well, this is what I've been up to for fun the last two days. I look forward to sharing more pictures with you in the future.

Do you have a favorite photography app on your phone? What phone and what app do you recommend? I'm just learning the whole smartphone thing, so I would love to hear your thoughts.

Oasis Art Gallery in Wallingford

2011-12-24T20:14:00.000-08:00

There are creative spaces galore in Seattle. I have enjoyed all the intentional and unintentional finds throughout the last year. This one, the Oasis Art Gallery is particularly fun. Their gallery is all about "making art a part of everyday living. "Local artists, yay! Walls with wonderful photographs, paintings, mosaics; tables and shelves with ceramics, jewelry, cards, knit items, and much much more. It is a great destination to drink in inspiration and find unique gifts for every occasion.

Need A Snow Day?

2011-12-20T17:32:00.000-08:00

Image by emilyonasunday via Flickr

Okay, we aren't having any snow here in Seattle, yet--and that is just fine with me...but, I do love snowflakes. Check out the "Need a Snow Day" button over on the left sidebar. Click it and go create a snowflake! What a kick--and no little slivers of paper to clean up. :)

Creating in Small Spaces

2011-12-10T17:40:00.001-08:00

It has been many months since my dresser and its drawers --along with the rest of my creative nook-- went into a smallish storage unit in anticipation of the sale of our house. Yes, the house did sell, thankfully. In the meantime, a wonderful round dining room table (carefully covered with a waterproof tablecloth) has been my space for creative and soulful play. Oh yes, I have a box or so of stamps, tapes, misc. papers, index cards, Sharpies, pens, beads and more.

The other day I came across a small black photo album under a zip lock of supplies. I sat and looked through some of my Artists Trading Cards. "Giddy," seen above, is made with a piece of blouse fabric found in my mother's abundant fabric stash years ago when cleaning out her sewing room. Most of my ATC's have been made using old playing card's or index cards. I usually paint or ink the background--sometimes to completely cover the numbers and suite of the card--other times a heart, spade, 3 or Queen comes in handy in the design. Once the background is dry it's just a matter of mood, colors, stamps, papers, beads, and a theme if you want to make a series or just challenge yourself. There are plenty of good resources on making ATC's. Two of my favorites are:

by Bernie Berlin

Suzanne Simanaitis

Artists Trading Cards (ACT's) are one of the perfect small space project--not only because of their small size but because they inspire endless possibilities. A little of this, a little of that...and they become addictive. Working on one card can lead to 20 other ideas! For anyone who likes to play with collage, create visual surprises from whimsical to serious, this is great creative fun.

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Following instructions

2011-12-04T21:34:00.001-08:00

As yummy as the feel of this yarn is, the instructions make my heart smile every time I see the label:

Knit, Relax, Smile. Repeat!

Sometimes we just need simple instructions to get our creativity flowing. Eliminate the complicate. Stick to simple. Simply put, this sweet skein is going to become a gorgeous little scarf. Now the question is...what pattern should I use?

Suggestions?

SMASH Stick and Leftovers

2011-12-03T20:36:00.001-08:00

I like to collage cards, journal pages, envelopes....it is a great way to play and use junk mail, left over wrapping paper, and maybe even a rubber stamp and a strip or two of duct tape. Everybody loves duct tape, right? Even the plain old gray kind can lend some texture and a good background for a word or two.

Rip some paper, tear some tape, grab your glue stick--or better yet--the new SMASH Stick--glue stick one end and pen on the other. A very fun tool for anyone crafty-at-heart. Check out all the SMASH products at K&Company you might just find some fun stocking stuffers or the perfect gift to get someone started in a life of creativity!

What do you like to do to reduce stress?

My Fall Fetish

2011-11-23T15:20:00.001-08:00

I will never get enough of these leaves...sad to see them blowing away, but even in drifts they are beautiful in a whole other way. I can't help but pick them up and press them in between the pages of whatever book I have with me...and tape them on envelopes and cards. For the beauty of the last several weeks--I give deep thanks.

Put Gratitude on Your Menu

2011-11-19T12:04:00.001-08:00

Many people have a tradition of taking time at Thanksgiving to share some thoughts on gratitude. When our kids were young we used to go around the table taking turns sharing. Some times I had tangible items for people to choose from--one object each (i.e. pine cones, rocks, sticks, pictures, Lego people, etc.) to represent what they were grateful for. After talking briefly about it they placed the item in the center of the table where it would become part of the centerpiece.

Here is a link to a very talented artist's blog maya*made where you can learn all about a another very fun twist on this tradition. Hint: it involves leaves.

Do you have a similar Thanksgiving tradition you would like to share? I'd love to hear all about it.

Cita Solv meets National Geographic

2011-11-18T18:20:00.001-08:00

I was just looking through the fun How-To videos on the Stampington & Company website and found this simply technique for making some incredible collage and project papers using Cirta Solv. and one of my all time favorite magazines for photographs--National Geographic. Clearly people have been having all kinds of fun doing this--and I plan to. I figured if I hadn't seen this there are bound to be others too.

Have you done this? If so, please share tips or warnings by commenting. Thanks!

Inspired by "Art Saves"

2011-11-16T10:41:00.001-08:00

This is an amazing book. The kind of you see and instantly know that it has a life changing quality to it. Jenny Doh has pulled together interviews, stories, artistic processes and techniques of 20 dynamic artists into this treasure of a book. But, it is much more than a how-to book of creativity and art. Art Saves includes, life lessons, wisdom, practical ideas, ways of giving back and much much more. This is a rare find and well worth checking out.

To learn more simply click on the book above.

Cozy Friend-Knitted Socks

2011-10-31T19:58:00.000-07:00

Socks this time of year are especially cozy. Chunky socks are even more cozy. As it is suppose to get so cold tonight, it seemed the right time to put on some cozy socks. A friend knitted these and popped them in the mail...now I am having a hard time choosing which pair to wear first. Too bad for me!
I've been planning on starting a pair of sock. I've been practicing with some teeny-weeny knitting needles--but I may just try a pair of chunky-socks first. I know I need new glasses, but seriously, my arms are not long enough to see clearly all the small stitches. Yes, I have bifocals already.
Ah well, toes are toasty and my heart is warmed too by the sweet gift of socks.

Tonight is for knitting

2011-10-29T19:44:00.000-07:00

Picked up some yarn today: yummy red for some "hope threads" tonight. Simple little bracelets and maybe a few beads. Soft reminders of someone thinking of you during difficult times. As they say, necessity is the mother of invention. These are a good example of the truth of that statement. Difficult days call for simple tasks that bring comfort and can be passed on.

Hello Creative Peeps

2011-10-27T19:22:00.000-07:00

Hello again, yes, it is me. I've been absent from here for too long--and have no idea who, if anyone might still stop in to see if anything is alive here in The Dresser Drawer. In short, life has been hard these last many months, and while I have been journaling, reading, knitting, writing letters and posti, playing with some collage, poetry, stamps and taking pictures, what I haven't been doing is blogging about it. Well, that is not quite true. I have still been blogging on my hope blog partners4hope.

Wilbur, the-marvelous-white-cat-in-residence, is as fuzzy as ever and equally amusing & personable (yes, that is an orange peanut butter M&M he is balancing on his head.) Wilbur helps me keep my sanity. His zen-like presence is very calming--most of the time.

This is, again or still, a time of contemplation and discerning for me. I will share more soon.

Check the right hand column and you will see my montage of art and creativity books from my Goodreads page. I am currently perusing more than a few books on creativity, crafting and business. If you are interested in finding a copy of any of these--or other books, you can click the Powell's Books graphic and search their site for new or used copies. If you haven't ever been to Powell's in Portland--I highly recommend a trip there.(And, yes, it is true they buy books too, in person and online. There are easy to follow directions.

Wilbur's new love

2011-03-08T16:54:00.000-08:00

If I take any shawl off and leave it on the bed Wilbur finds his way to it...and into it. No surprise. He does love cozy.

Dewey who? or how Starbucks helped me get my new Library card

2011-03-08T15:50:00.000-08:00

It can seem like you are never really done with all the details--the "to-do's" when you move. At long last we are almost far enough along in the process and the came that it felt strange to live in this new community without visiting the library. I had a hunch, and yes I was right, I needed a new Library card...this is a different Library System. I had to prove who I was. My license has been updated--but I did it online so the picture is the same, but my address is my old one. My checks...same. Hmmm... I am not in the habit of carrying any bills around with me (funny how those get changed right away.) So, what was the on thing I did have that showed my name and new address? A postcard from Starbucks for a free drink! Between my license picture and the postcard--I am a proud new member of the Seattle Library System and my new neighborhood library is a wonderful space, place and very helpful people.

A little more Wilbur

2011-01-04T17:20:00.000-08:00

As boxes change, empty and disappear...sometimes only a lid is left behind. After a big sigh, a nap happens. Wilbur loves the windows here--but he still likes chairs. This lovely chair was pulled out and I was using it. I stood up and the next thing I knew...he was using it. I pushed back under the desk and Wilbur stayed put--for quite some time. He really is being a good sport. Each day is a new adventure of something to explore. He has also become a lap cat--unheard of prior to this abode. Now, daily he spends an hour or more at a time in my lap. It is good for me. Makes me sit still and take in the purring.

To Begin

2011-01-01T15:01:00.000-08:00

This morning was a beautiful beginning to 2011.

Strange to think of Mary waking up in China this morning.

We know she will have a great month there studying

Traditional Chinese Medicine.

We look forward to seeing Sarah and meeting grandson, Rowan

and having all four kids together in February.

I woke up this morning unemployed for the first time in

over twenty years. (Last time was when I stayed home with

Steven as a baby.)

I have a few weeks ahead already spoken for before I can

actually think too much about what's next. In the

meantime I am listening to my heart.

a quote for the day

2010-12-29T12:59:00.000-08:00

To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion....In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.

-William Ellery Channing

New Beginnings

2010-12-27T19:47:00.000-08:00

Here is a sneak peek at several spots around our new cozy home--home borrowed from dear friends with hearts larger than we can say.

We are in no means done with moving--in terms of 'dealing' with all that one deals with when dismantling a house and yard you've lived in for 9+ years. But we were settled enough to be here for Christmas and take some time to just be--important in the midst of so many changes, and especially when one of you isn't feeling top drawer.

The cat, Wilbur, had quite the traumatic move but is now quite happily ensconced in his new abode. He loves all the ceiling to floor windows--he can look out anywhere without jumping up on anything. He also enjoys the many chairs to choose from--and of course, the bed--hence the orange blanket on top.

More to do, more to follow.

Shelves of Mystery

2010-12-05T16:06:00.000-08:00

Packing to move is a daunting prospect--if for no other reason than one is confronted with your past, or your parents, or your grandparents. Case in point, this little item is from the Abbey of Glastonbury. I found their website easily enough and I even searched their gift shop thinking I would find some similar small trinket for tourists...but no. So, I took a picture and emailed the current Gift Shop Manager and asked if recognizes it. Mind you, I have no idea how it came to be on our shelves--but it was always there, and so when my dad sold off the house after my mother died it was one of the things that went in my box. A small item of comfort. I remembered playing with it --and several other things I am now in the process of selling or giving away. When it comes to mementos comfort sometimes wears off and you are only left with a burden.

window cat is perplexed

2010-12-01T21:24:00.000-08:00

First came the snow...more than a week of it. Well, actually as far as the cat can tell--the snow came and took the dog away...he is perplexed. Where did Edward go? When the snow finally melted and window cat ventured outside again--he was aghast to find that not only the dog disappeared--but so did the outside water dish and the 'dog'house--both of these things he considered his own.

And now there is packing beginning in several rooms....and people starting to visit the house--people he doesn't recognize. Is there a box for him to pack into? Will one of these strangers try to put him in the car and drive away? Why was there a loud crash in the dining room?

Good night.Time for a bite from the dish and then to trundle upstairs and find a soft spot on the bed.

after the snows

2010-11-27T18:51:00.000-08:00

Our snow has finally melted. It left behind lots of soggy leaves in every shade of brown imaginable--and every once in awhile....a gem like this too. Startling.

2010-11-27T18:43:00.000-08:00

It is nice to go explore an area and find some wonderful new places. Especially good coffee, pie, bookstore, a park and lots lots more. Oh yes, we did eat too--Greek food and wonderful soup at Wheeler Street Kitchen.

Hello Again

2010-10-17T18:38:00.000-07:00

Yes, it is me again. I am back from my hiatus and also back from a recent bout with the current upper respiratory crud going around. Apparently it can go around and around--so be careful out there.

I have puttered here and there making a few changes and wondering what direction the Dresser Drawer will go in the next few months. Especially since the real dresser drawers must be gone through for the purpose of thinning, tossing, packing and passing on must once again take place. Sad to realize that much of what was packed awhile back has never been unpacked -- except when there was a bit of a water situation in the garage and I had to make several boxes suddenly more upwardly mobile. They had to be unpacked and repacked. Ug.

Fall has arrived. Today started with scraping ice off my windshield. Later it was beautifully sunny. Yard work too place--I can still feel it in my hands--the clipper hand is my mouse hand. Tomorrow the front yard needs some help to get ready for winter. There are weeds that think they have earned the right to call themselves bushes...I still call them dandelions--and they must go.

a time of re-shaping or reinvention...

2010-05-31T13:24:00.000-07:00

I am in a time of rethinking what I want and need out of this blog. I am getting tired of the comment moderation that has become necessary due to some spam and other problems. It may simply be time for the Dresser Drawer to close and reinvent itself. I am not sure. I ask your prayers and patience.

The Partners in Hope will continue -if I can figure out how to separate it without losing it. Here's Hoping! Thanks, kj

Watering in the Garden

2010-05-15T19:50:00.000-07:00

I was in the backyard in the morning yesterday--mostly to clean out and fill the birdbaths... having finished I watered here and there... when it occurred to me that I was committing a crime by watering---there really are that many weeds surrounding the plants in the garden I was watering...sad.

I gave up watering--it brought me dangerously close to weeding--A LOT. So I switched to scooping dog poop--that was something with limits there was only so much of it in the yard. One bucket of it. The weeds would be measured in tons. Oh well, enough with weeds. I moved myself over into the prayer garden and put my feet up awhile. I tried reading, I tried writing...but mostly I found myself looking around. Over and over my eyes left the page, my thoughts wandered. I just needed to breathe. To take in the becomings of the garden and leaves of the Japanese maple, the blooming of the woodruff. It is a place to breathe.

Java on my mind

2010-05-02T18:28:00.000-07:00

My journal has a coffee cup on the cover... I SEE coffee cups everywhere: in art on the walls and in garden art....and then lately I've taken to reading my coffee grounds? Well, sort of. The last picture here is the inside of my morning coffee cup--having had a cup of Starbucks VIA. I figure that when my 'coffee stain' is in the shape of Australia enough times then it will be time to grab my passport and go.

2010-05-01T20:16:00.000-07:00

I got started thinking the other day about all the kinds of houses I'd like to live in someday...apparently I need to live a long time because I have a long list. Here are the ones I can remember at the moment:

a houseboat
an adobe house
a barn converted
an east coast beach house
a straw bale house

I am not saying I need to own all these at one time or another, I am just saying that I'd like to live in them.

More soon. Just thinking out loud here a bit.

2010-04-11T20:57:00.000-07:00

Where Will You Be

When my face is not the face you want to see everyday
and my hand is not the hand you want
to hold when you are afraid
when my thoughts no longer comfort you
and my heart no longer moves you
when my voice no longer soothes you
where will you be....
-Sara Watkins

I heard this song on the Prairie Home Companion and it moved me to tears. I record them here so that I might return to them later. Now it is bedtime.

This n' that

2010-04-05T11:43:00.000-07:00

The last few weeks have been a crazy whirl of moving from one thing to another. I did manage to start and finish two crocheted cuffs--in burnt orange and a deep pink.(These were meant to be worn on someone's wrist, but yes they work on water bottles or coffee cups as it turns out.) The patterns were based on a free Lions Brand pattern (# 90452AD).
http://www.lionbrand.com/
I also made a collage coffee cup cuff. If I were upstairs I could mention the name of the adhesive I used. It was a trial run with it and it worked great - dried clear and less brittle than the old collage stuff.

Things I will mention just for fun:

I am re-listening to Sue Bender read her book, Plain and Simple in preparation for a short class later this month
I am reading a book a friend lent me that seemingly everyone else has read already: Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford
I am totally enjoying the daily calendar a friend gave me for Christmas: "little gifts of KINDNESS: simple reminders to live kindly." The drawings are whimsical and the suggestions are real. It is amazing what beginning your day with this tiny moment of focusing on some small action of kindness to "the other" does for your heart.

under some re-construction...

2010-03-26T20:58:00.001-07:00

Time to make some changes....

Like to sketch, doodle, draw or scribble?

2010-03-23T18:35:00.000-07:00

No matter what your Crayola of choice is...give yourself a break and do a little doodling on Sunday afternoon. You are intrigued are you not? Well, click the button on the right that looks just like the picture above and you will be whisked through cyberspace and into a very creative blog called Blue Chair Diary where you will find the same button and along with it the description of how to participate. Have fun!

You Capture--Quiet

2010-03-11T16:40:00.000-08:00

I turned around in the kitchen the other day and found this onion doing its own thing...and I said, "Quiet." In the midst of loading and unloading groceries and the dishwasher, sweeping the kitchen , making meals...here is one onion among three--and some oranges & apples, and this one onion is reaching for the dim sunlight with thoughts of growing something new. Huh.

You Capture--Hopeful

2010-03-07T19:47:00.000-08:00

Our prayer garden at church. This quiet place with benches, blooms, a peace pole and more, is used not only by members of the church and visitors, but also by members of the community that know it is there just by word of mouth or because they stop by for the Monday Night meal, or other event.

A beautiful bride- a beginning...

A lit candle, with prayer rocks and a short quote. These sit on a table in my living room. I am a big candle person. If I am holding someone in prayer--if at all possible I light a candle. The light shines in the darkness....I find hope in that light.

in memory of Lucille Clifton

2010-03-04T16:47:00.000-08:00

Lucille Clifton has long been a favorite of mine and she died of cancer at the age of 73 on February 13th of this year.

In looking through some of her poems I came across this one and decided it was the one to include. In particular, I love the way it begins and ends. If you know Lucille Clifton I hope you have some time to give thanks her poetry and read about her life. If she is new to you I envy the discovery ahead of you!

questions and answers

what must it be like

to stand so firm, so sure?

in the desert even the saguro

hold on as long as they can

twisting their arms in

protest or celebration.

you are like me,

understanding the surprise

of jesus, his rough feet

planted on the water

the water lapping

his toes and holding them.

you are like me, like him

perhaps, certain only that

the surest failure

is the unattempted walk.

You Capture--Shapes

2010-02-28T14:27:00.000-08:00

A slow offering of shapes. Two things I love: the little fish crackers and the Via instant coffee from Starbucks. One thing ever present--medicine vials; and one new thing being tried....room freshener in bead form (I know they look like anemic fish eggs but the are not.) Shapes are everywhere! Hard to choose. Cheers.

Check out where these You Capture assignments come from by clicking the picture below.

To the box!

2010-02-27T20:34:00.000-08:00

Once in awhile you just have to dig into the box of videos and pull out some favorites. While the Olympics have interrupted this exercise--we have a great line-up going:

Tombstone (I'm your huckleberry)

Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid (Who are those guys?)

Apollo 13 (Houston we have a problem)

Dances with Wolves

Dead Poet's Society

Two movies still to watch in this stack. I offer one of the most repeated lines in our household for each of the movies.

When you are simplifying it means some of this "stuff" has to go. So, we are enjoying them one more time as we sort. The idea is to end up with a much smaller box -- or 1 smaller box instead of 2 by the time we are done. But along the way these are comfort food as well. Old friends and their stories invited into our family room, along with the fire and a cuppa tea to visit with us one more time. Favorite books and movies hold not only the story they tell, but the memories of all the times we have read or watched them as well. So, we revisit those as well. Then we pass some videos on for others to enjoy and build memories of their own. (And choose their own quintessential lines!)

a lovey face

2010-02-26T17:52:00.000-08:00

Yes, a lovey face
a warm face
a paw in my face
each morning
my alarm
each evening
one who calls
us to bed, to bed
a lovey face
a companion
on the way.

You Capture--Faces

2010-02-08T20:17:00.000-08:00

A coworker passed on an ASPCA calendar to me...these are my February friendly faces..

An Amish doll...with a face and yet, no face... that lived in my office has recently found a new loving home.

A bookshelf bear with a friendly face.

One of six plates I received from my Grandmother...she picked the up in LA a long long time ago. Yes, they all have funny drawings and humorous titles. They are probably the only possession I can think of that all 4 kids want to inherit.

A Pocket Monkey-face...what more need I say?

A Real Face! She wanted to know why I was taking her picture....should I have told her? Hmmm.

You Capture--Color

2010-01-28T16:26:00.000-08:00

Visiting the prayer garden at the church --yes, it was cold down on my hands and knees taking these pictures--it was worth it. Up close each of these showed that pristine new color that new growth does...even on a dark northwest day.

The tattooed foot

2010-01-25T20:41:00.000-08:00

I've been asked. I met the owner of the tattooed foot at the airport. She and her sister were waiting for their mom. I was waiting for my son. I had to ask if I could take a picture. She was very pleased. It is a beautiful tattoo. Her pink flip-flop and tan foot enhanced it's presence. It really didn't hurt very much, she said.

So, no it isn't my tattoo. Or my foot.

Where have you been waiting?

Be inspired

2010-01-22T19:39:00.000-08:00

A friend sent me a link to I Should Be Folding My Laundry ... and I love her You Capture project. It more than piqued my interest it stirred my creativity. So, I have to take the challenge--at least off and on (I'll be realistic and recognize that my time for creativity is limited--but I do carry my camera everywhere and love to take unusual ways--see left) to see where it leads.

To read all about the You Capture project just click on the picture the right-- the woman holding the camera and read all about it.

Partners in HOPE

2010-01-06T14:51:00.000-08:00

Well, dear friends, here is what I am thinking. I think for the next while I need

to focus what little time and energy I have for blogging to my HOPE blog.

So I invite and encourage you to meet me there. To add comments and

encouragement as you are able. Just click this link for Partners in Hope

--either right here in this post or off to the right side of your screen and

you will be transported through cyberspace to...well, to right next door.

Have no fear, when it is time for Mr. Sole Monkey to visit me...

he will help spread hope in some way...I am sure of it.

2010-01-03T19:21:00.000-08:00

I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes, I can open
to another life that's wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:

a dream once lost
among the sorrows and songs.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
(translated by Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy)

A New Year

2010-01-01T20:34:00.000-08:00

A New Year shiny and new came in with the dawn.

What will it hold?

Check out Mr. Sole Monkey

2009-12-29T20:30:00.000-08:00

Check out The Blue Chair Diary and see all about this stud monkey and the adventure he is taking. There is nothing like a sock monkey, right? Comforting, bold yet cuddly and cute. You will learn lots more about Mr. Sole Monkey when he comes to visit me....someday.

Home Again

2009-12-26T20:06:00.000-08:00

At long last I was able to bring my sweet guy home on December 22. Not all has gone well. It is hard to regain strength--harder still when you have more treatment to endure and some of the meds you must take make it difficult to take in required calories and ample liquid.

It feels precarious some moments. We live in that well known land of 1 step forward and 2 steps back.

I read a lot while he was in the hospital and I carried books around with me. One very nice and very helpful doctor even brought me a book--I kept showing up with books she had read and loved so we determined that we had similar tastes in authors. She brought me a book of short stories by Amy Hempel--who is now a favorite author I now love.

On Christmas Day I began the next book on my list for our book club, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society. Yes, everyone else has already read this but I am glad I have it to read now. Reading the letters is perfect for a time such as this. A time when my I have short stretches of attention for it. It is a book that makes me thing of many things and many people. Among them is Mrs. Carter, the mother of one of my best friends. Back in college days I house sat for Mrs. C and then later lived with her during my last year of school. I would have loved to discuss this book with her. We used to have the greatest talks. We'd leave the library after the fire had died down, put the dog to bed, start up the stairs--still in conversation--and end up sitting on the top stair--or both leaning on the door jam to our rooms across the hall, talking and talking.

One line in the book that spoke to me today:
"The bright day is done, and we are for the dark." -Shakespeare
The man who spoke these words in the book was saying he wished he'd known them on the day the Germans invaded their island (Guernsey) because he could have thought these words and been consoled somehow, and able to contend with circumstances better--'without my heart sinking into my shoes.'

I think that is what reading and prayer do for me.

Away For Now

2009-12-14T14:57:00.000-08:00

Greetings all ~ I'm sorry to be gone so long and I miss you all.

My sweet Baboo is in the hospital and in need of my undivided attention.

More later ~

From slightly freezy to FROZEN!

2009-12-09T21:24:00.000-08:00

I remember sitting on the patio this summer and the only relief from the heat was putting our feet in our "pool." The pool is really part of my dismantled water feature from the last several years. I filled it up in the Spring mostly for Wilbur-the-cat-who-drinks-endless-water and the dog too. But one day it was SO hot it just seemed natural to take my ice tea outside, pull up a chair to the pool and, plop in my feet. It was quite refreshing. Well, now it is quite frozen. It had a few leaves in it and I was going to dump it out and lean it up against the fence before winter came. Then winter came with no warning....the temps just dropped and I didn't think it would last...and instead--it got colder. The dog and the cat (when he goes out-he is kind of a fair weather cat) are totally confused about the ice in their water source.

Experience

2009-12-06T20:47:00.000-08:00

I had an experience. I got experience. You know, "experience is what you get when you don't get what you want." I had an unpleasant experience. It involved an egg. Oh, I was the one who broke it. I meant to break it. I also meant to cook it. It was cooked perfectly in fact--right before it blew up in our microwave, that is when it was cooked perfectly... You see, I had about an hour at home today between my morning things and my evening things. It was wicked arctic cold outside. I wanted a nice poached egg to go with my toasted sesame bagel...I had the perfect recipe to do this. I have a friend who does this all the time. It wasn't suppose to blow up. But it did. I didn't have my egg. I had an experience. It was messy and the egg was perfect--except for the blowing up part and the cleaning up part. I still want my poached egg. Maybe tomorrow. I have more eggs. Goodnight.

New Socks and Cupcakes!

2009-12-05T20:10:00.000-08:00

I am the lucky new warm-footed owner of these cool socks. They were hand knit for me by my Snady's mom. She is a dear. I have one other pair from her (that I love dearly) but these are long--so they can be "up" or "slouchy." I wore them both ways today. :)

It was another quiet day around here--but today was sunny and bright outside. As in one of those to die for barely winter Washington days. I was urprised by a delivery in the early afternoon. Who should be ringing our doorbell? It was our over-the-back-fence neighbors. Ella, who turned 5 brought us four princess pink decorated cupcakes! Jack brought us the gift bags we ordered from the school fundraiser. Ella danced around on the front porch and told me that Snow White came to her party! WOW!

Sometimes people are so thoughtful and kind. I must say this was just a little light that will shine bright on my funny things remembered.

Hot Bagels

2009-12-04T20:15:00.000-08:00

Do you have a favorite place? This is one of mine. Bagel Oasis on 65th in Seattle. An everything bagel with scallion cream cheese...and then take home some fresh out of the oven sesame seed bagels...oh, yeah eat one on the way to wherever...nothing on it and it melts in your mouth--it is dessert.

Bagel Oasis is a soul place with its 6 or so booths, a long wooden table with well worn wooden chairs, a small lower round table next to a bookcase of kids books and toys....you get the feel? Oh, and good hot coffee for these days that are quickly slipping into winter. The walls are always colorful--full of kids art, mounted and framed and usually with a name and maybe a photo.

Ah well, that was yesterday. Last night and today have been ruled by pain and quiet hope for a better tomorrow. Sleep well tonight my sweet baboo.

morning meditation

2009-12-03T20:44:00.000-08:00

It was either something I said or....a half hour of deep meditation.

I'm glad all was very quiet since the rest of the day was long

and worldly. Oh, and very good bagels...pictures to follow.

Time for bed and a book.

Thankfully found...

2009-11-30T18:25:00.000-08:00

At long last--Buddha's hand found in an impossible place.
Reattached with the help of wonderous Super Glue...
The Nook is a mess...Buddha and the broken shelf have called into
question the contents of the closet. Where will Buddha sit?
No time to do it tonight--the Saigon Rose rings the dinner bell.

Today was the start of a clinical trial for my sweet babboo.
A nine hour appt. and then some...and that is just the start.
Life remains an uncertain quantity with many small beauties
and gracious moments to celebrate along the way.

2009-11-29T19:12:00.000-08:00

I really have been searching for Buddha's hand. I am sorry this is such a fuzzy picture--but then, life has had its fuzziness of late so... It all began with a renewed zeal (this is a low energy zeal mind you) for sorting/simplifying and general tossing of things no longer needed or useful. Some of this physical, some mental. Anyway, after sorting and moving some stuff around I left the room for a few minutes and while I was gone I heard one of those disturbing clunks--almost a crash, but not quite. I walked back in to find a shelf half off the wall and balanced on my printer below it....and Buddha on the floor minus his left hand. I've looked and looked. No hand. Not in, on, under, behind, or beside anything.

Just a few days later...

2009-11-18T20:31:00.000-08:00

A few days later these red berries stopped me again...

standing out against the grey and cold

their beauty simple, brave and strong.

Today would have been my mom's 91st birthday,

she would have liked these better than a bunch of roses.

Happy Birthday Mom! It has been 9 years and I miss

you more each year.

He is just a bag-kitty

2009-11-14T17:33:00.000-08:00

Yep, just a bag-kitty and more what's more--he slept in the bag all day!

I just thought I would share this sweet image. This is Wilbur.

I invite you to take a moment and just enjoy the craziness of this cat.

Just walking by...

2009-11-12T16:08:00.000-08:00

I was walking by this tree in the parking lot today and the bright burst of RED caught me eye. I've been in the parking lot many times and I cannot say I have noticed these trees before...maybe I am always looking down at the bright flowers they plant along the walkway. So, why today? I was plenty distracted but I noticed them anyway. The sky was brilliant blue (and was suppose to be dark and rainy), and still I noticed. I think it was their stark beauty against the mostly bare tree limbs. I had just come from a strange elevator encounter with a very sad woman and had her on my mind and heart and then, "Wow, hello, ding-ding, Notice US." I stopped and looked at the berries and took a few pictures. No matter why I saw them--I guess I just want to say I am thankful for tiny moments of beauty. Today these berries fit that bill. Tomorrow, what will it be? Don't know but I will be looking.

The comfort of colors

2009-11-09T21:33:00.000-08:00

There are few things more beautiful than the colors of changing leaves. This branch is in my back yard and makes me stand at the window and gawk.

Trees are good listeners. They have the time. Not going anywhere afterall. Even the smallest of them have a majesty about them. More on this musing later.

The Market at Granville Island

2009-11-07T19:39:00.000-08:00

Ahhh...wonderful fruits, vegetables, spices, foods, artists, and great signs. I love wandering the market at Granville Island. My favorite story this visit is meeting meeting a man who sold his wife's original designs silk scarves. They were unspeakably beautiful and he was so proud of her. I didn't meet her--she was working in the studio, but he showed off all the marvelous things she made with such love - it was touching.

Mediation Garden at the Botanical Garden

2009-11-06T19:58:00.000-08:00

Took a fast two day trip to Vancouver B.C. recently. Especially seemed fast since we totally forgot that we had even planned to take this little jaunt away.

The forecast was nothing but rain and grey skies, and I packed too quickly and believed I'd spend more time inside peering out at the city reading and writing. As it turned out, I was exhausted and slept way more than I expected. The one full day we had there was actually not totally wet and we did get out an walk around. I managed a nap between outings. The only real writing I did was to copy my addresses from the back of my last journal to the back of my new journal. I held my journal, I held my pen. And, as it turns out, I held my words.

These pictures are from the meditation garden inside the Fall Color Walk at the VanDusen Botanical Gardens. It was a wonderful place of solitude. It held a healing silence. If I lived in the area I would visit often.

where ARE we?

2009-10-21T10:19:00.000-07:00

I had a rather surreal moment yesterday when I stopped in at my bank.
I stopped in at my bank of many, many, many years.
I stopped in at my bank, in person, to do something quite simple.
I stopped in at my bank in person, my bank of many years to arrange for a new ATM card for my daughter.
I was told, at my bank of many many years, that I needed to call their Customer Service line--on a phone--so they could verify who I was and then--and then, they could help me with my very simple request.
I blinked. I smiled. I asked the very nice real person in front of me why someone could not verify who I was, in person?
She smiled and said the people on the Customer Service line--and I was welcome to use their phone--would look up my account on their computer and ask me a few questions.
I blinked. I smiled. I looked around and counted more than a few computers.
I asked again, why that couldn't be done, in person, in the bank here.
It went on from there...it didn't get any better than you are likely imagining in your own mind.
I now know that something is terribly wrong in the world of banking...if they can't verify who someone is when they are standing right infront of them.

Sharpie If You Dare

2009-10-17T18:31:00.000-07:00

Sharpie If You Dare seriously, click the Sharpie if you Dare and go see some amazing pictures and ideas. Enjoy!

From Pink to Purple

2009-10-15T19:04:00.000-07:00

October is "Purple Lights" month--to build awareness of Domestic Abuse and show support for those who are victims of it. I was made aware of "Purple Lights" month by someone and went to find my own string of lights. As far as I know, my city didn't specifically sponsored these lights this year, but my neighboring city has and I would let them shine anyway. People ask about them, are they for Halloween so early? Are they Pink for Breast Cancer Awareness? And it gives me a chance to speak up and bring little light of awareness about Domestic Abuse. It takes all of us shedding light on this all too real issue. For some of us it is very personal. Unfortunately just like cancer there are not many who have not met the face of this violence in some form in our own small circle of life: our own life, a loved one, friend, neighbor.
If you or someone you know needs help right now please take this step to get it: National Domestic Violence Hotline.

Clear cold October

2009-10-09T19:17:00.000-07:00

Today was spent in a long list of to-do's...done quietly and slowly.

It was another amazing clear blue October Sky and I teased myself about only walking down around the corner to mail two letters before the postal truck arrived, but I figure we will be out in the cold all tomorrow morning - and early--headed to a home cross country meet for the morning. So I kept my head inside for today.

Also, since tomorrow will be filled with people and so will Sunday, I stayed as quiet as my body would allow. This wasn't too much of a hardship since I crave slowing down right now, putting my body in neutral is not unwelcome. There is much to hold in my spirit, much to sort in my brain. It has been a long week and one that left me feeling uncertain and questioning. My morning of writing and journaling helped but I am not solved--as if one could realistically be so. Solving things doesn't necessarily mean 'answering' or even 'finishing' --so what does it mean?

The long and the short of it...

2009-10-03T20:13:00.000-07:00

You know how it is when the days just seems to slip through your fingers...
I have spent a lot of time on the phone and writing letters lately.
It saddens me when one comes back unexpectedly--and hope it is only a USPS mistake.

My dad was in a car accident the last week. He is okay, but his car is totaled and it certainly rattled him. Not a good way for a trip to have coffee with friends to end--but we are so mindful it could have been much worse.
After all the paperwork, the waiting to see what the insurance would do, then the looking for a new-to-him car, he called tonight to say he is in possession of his second "the-last-car-I-will-own." All this while I am reading the wonderful book, "Drive: Women's True Stories from the Open Road" a truly awesome book full of life, questions, relationship of oneself to the adventure of the road.

Tomorrow we have a family/friend group walking in Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk in Bellevue WA. We each walk with a variety of names and faces imprinted in our hearts. And, we pray for good weather! Never stop hoping. More soon.

2009-09-18T11:09:00.000-07:00

I've been writing myself out of my journal recently.
There has been so much in me, near me, around me. So, I pick up my pens, sometimes a glue stick, certainly a rubber stamp or two and I just start in on the pages.
Hence, I have been scarce here.
Today is the anniversary of my mother's funeral. It is also the day her youngest sister finishes up some potent radiation for breast cancer...odd to have those fall on the same day.
There is no silence around the house to take this in--neighbors have workmen pounding on something--so the prayer garden is out of the question.
It is almost time to dress and leave. I am reading Psalm 23 in a memorial service in awhile.

I added a very courageous poem on the connected Hope blog. That is really my entry for today, but I just thought I would say a little about where I am at the moment. Thanks for listening.

the rain has come and it smells so good

2009-09-06T17:01:00.000-07:00

It rained all morning--with a sizable BOOM of thunder thrown in for good measure. And yes, the rain smelled so good, and sounded so comforting in that northwest way--but truth be told, I miss summer already. My large ball jars of ice tea, the flowers, warm night with beautiful skies and the standing around outside in birks or flip-flops, whatever your thing is. I am grateful for the sun and warmth but this isn't Arizona, so we knew it would wander away one day. Ah well, that day was bound to come and with it--the rain that smells so good. Welcome back.

strange or tiny garden sights

2009-09-05T15:16:00.000-07:00

Well, the top picture is our garden's version of cauliflower--gone ever so slightly amiss in some very alien way. The second picture is a beautiful, if still unripe, green pepper that a baby snail was unable to pass up. You can see Tiny Snail, as I called him, hunkered down in the fold of the pepper just as happy as can be--if snails are happy. There is something in the swirly shape of the snail shell that has always suggested happiness to me, or if not that, then contentedness at least. I spoke only briefly with the little guy before removing him and sending him 'elsewhere.'

The garden has been slumping down on itself over the last half of the summer. We've had such an unreal heat most of the summer that it kept me from spending much time out there--even less working out in the garden. I did water off and on--a task shared with my sweet baboo--though he focused on the edible plants and I tried to catch the whole back yard. Though I do admit to having sat in the prayer garden a few mornings and enjoyed the quiet, the sun and my cup of coffee and a book... and while I looked at every each of the prayer garden and noted where it needed attention and water...I didn't do it that day. Procrastination.

Last night we started getting some rain, not just drizzle, but some rain. Starting in the evening, through the night and all morning. It has taken until after 2:30 before the sun came out. But it feels like September. Today it does. Who knows about tomorrow. It has the feel of the change of the season.

Carved in my heart

2009-08-28T19:03:00.000-07:00

I walk daily with the names and faces of many friends and loved ones, and their friends and loved ones--all who have been or are being treated for breast cancer.

This beautifully carved totem pole is taller than I am and is housed on the 3rd floor of the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance where many come in hope. It certainly isn't the only place in Seattle but it is where I spend a fair amount of time with my husband and the Docs and nurses have all walked with us for many years, giving us hope and giving him many more days than ever expected. Among many of the things I love about the place-the art throughout the clinic is in itself life giving and engaging.

Wilbur gets a chair....mine.

2009-08-21T19:16:00.000-07:00

My new birthday chair...has become Wilbur's second home. I swear for the first 5 days he would hardly allow me any time in it--if it were his choice. Anyway, now we are sharing it, no fuss but lots of white hair...his not mine. The frog does NOT belong to him and has safely moved to a higher seat in the room.

Last day of vacation and...

2009-08-17T11:22:00.000-07:00

I haven't finished filing project...
I still need to update Goodreads...
the Edward doggy still needs his shots...
I didn't get to renew at the beach...
it was rainy and/or cold/thundering...
I hardly made time to write in my journal...
I didn't write the many posts rambling in my head on here...

HOWEVER....

I did have some great conversations with folks here and there...
I did get my IKEA red 'birthday' chair...which the Wilbur cat has taken over...
I finished one book and have started one or more that are quite interesting...
I did have some good creative time in the Nook...
my sweet baboo brought me beautiful flowers from the garden one day...
I found some very inspirational materials for my Nook thinking/reading/playing...

at the Saturday Market

2009-08-12T19:58:00.000-07:00

Meet Daisy-the cute-puppy. Below her is the bee hive in action. The zen sand was right by where we parked and has nothing to do with the Saturday Market, but it was such a calm sight.....oh, and the flowers I made me think of Sarah in Virginia...

These were just some of the sights....I also smelled some de-lic----eooooouss soy candles. Yes, I stopped and held the Creme Brulee one to my nose and declared that this candle could make me make things in my kitchen that I did not need to eat....I talked with wondrous women who were preparing to walk the 3-Day Breast Cancer Walk, and a very talented stay-at-home mother/potter who tempted me dearly with her ceramic blue fountain made using shell formations--I love the beach, and shells, the sea, the tide, sand, rocks, and did I mention shells?

Before leaving the market I also found a pink hand painted sign that said "Princess" and was perfect for the 'Princess Birthday' party we were going to the next day....fancy that.

Ever Feel Like This?

2009-08-05T20:38:00.000-07:00

My son took this picture recently--I am guessing in Boston, since that is where he is--today. I don't know who the dog is, but I am guessing he was getting a good belly rub when the picture was taken and that seems like a good trade for a portrait, right?

I had a birthday recently--you know, one of those 'significant' birthdays before a significant birthday. On that day:

I saw the sweetest baby calf sleeping in the dirt next to its momma
I bought a broken fan (and returned it)
I listened to someone with a heavy heart and a lot of hurt
I had dinner with some good friends and a few great family peeps too
I had the-most-delicious cedar planked salmon and roasted veggies
I shared dessert with my sweet baboo
my car window was not shattered in pieces on the ground (it was the car next to ours--which was also missing...hmmm)
I got to drive someone home and have a great conversation
I drove home the back way without tons of traffic and listened to nothing but the sound of my life

wdydwyd? weekly blog

2009-07-31T12:22:00.000-07:00

Ok, so you haven't heard from me in a LONG time--blame it on the heat wave here in Kent--I couldn't get close to my computer--it just put out more heat...we have 106 and didn't need more....AND now, here you have a link? Well, a friend sent this to me and it is just to good to think about. So Check it out-it is worth it. I will be back in person. Soon.

wdydwyd? weekly blog

a favorite place

2009-07-23T15:14:00.001-07:00

In the "Artist Den" people were making baskets, kumihimo bracelets and much more. We went down there to bind a book. Found all that we needed save an awl and one of those things you wax you thread with...but being determined and resourceful she bound her journal all the same. Inkel looms, floor looms, tabletop looms, sewing machines, knitting needles, crochet hooks, friendship bracelets and tie-dye were all dabbled in and enjoyed by artists young and old...-er.

I like finding colors and corners where I can sit an journal. This is the first year I did not take a small load of rubber stamps, a few stamp pads, paper to use in collage, etc. I only took Sharpies and other pens to adorn wording along the way. I did crawl through the cupboards one afternoon in the Artist Den to see what rubber stamps were stashed away...and very few were available--none satisfactory for my use. I was looking for mountains and trees, rocks and stamps that reflected my surroundings. There use to be some of those around the Artist Den--I know because I have provided some of them over the years. Ah well...I did fine thinking, pondering and writing. It doesn't take much to let creativity have its way--but it does take sitting down once in awhile.

Home again--more or less...

2009-07-22T19:58:00.001-07:00

Sometimes the journey home is longer than the miles traveled imply. This is such a time. I return with fresh air in my lungs and while I have rested and laughed, walked and eaten well, I can feel I never fully put down my weariness. I walked among the tall trees and sat by, and slightly in the river on one particularly hot afternoon. I didn't fish--but ate fish one night from Domke Lake...

Gone Fishin'

2009-07-12T12:52:00.000-07:00

Well, not really...but the mountains will hold my attention for the next week and I will be away from such things as computers and email, blogs and all....see you on my return. Peace to you and yours.

a dragonfly came to stay

2009-07-11T20:48:00.000-07:00

I met a baby dragonfly...I've seen lots of the big variety...but this little one bumbled his way into the prayer garden the other morning and I couldn't have been more charmed by him--or her, I can't say for sure. I don't even now how you tell. I do know there are lots of thoughts as to the symbolism of a dragonfly. Just Google it and find you will find your fill. The one that caught my eye and imagination for today is:

Dragonfly symbolism crosses and combines with

that of the butterfly and change.

Sadly, I could not capture a picture of this beauty--he was so small and seemingly see through except for a titch of blue at the end of the tail and another at the shoulder blades from where the paper thin wings extended--and as luck would have it the favored place to land was on a black rod iron decorative fence. So, you will have to take my word for it. Until you see your own baby dragonfly--I hope it is soon. It does lift your heart to see something so small winging its way around the garden.

Yoga and Fresh Fruit

2009-07-09T20:00:00.000-07:00

ripe plums are falling
now there are only five
may a fine lover come for me
while there is still time

ripe plums are falling
now there are only three
may a fine lover come for me
while there is still time

ripe plums are falling
i gather them in a shallow basket
may a fine lover come for me
tell me his name

Chinese Book of Songs

Okay, so the picture above is of one of those strange squished peaches that taste like heaven, but it is the only ripe fruit picture I have at the moment. I first heard this poem in college, then later like many folks I heard it again in the movie "Crossing Delancey," and most recently I opened a book by one of my favorite mystery writers, Laura Lippman (lover her Tess Monaghan character,) and there was this poem staring at me, again. That was several days ago and I haven't been able to get it out of my head--and I haven't started the book so the longer I go the more I wonder what it could have to do with the plot? If anything?

What am I reading that keeps me from wandering around with Tess? I am reading Breakfast with Buddha by Roland Merullo and it is simply one of the more unusual of road trip books you are likely to find--books of people on a journey are among my favorites. This gist is this: the main character's sister, an offbeat type of person, tricks him into driving her guru (yes, large bald man in maroon robe) a fair way across the country and to their childhood home. The rest you can read for yourself or read more on Powell.com, Barnes & Noble, or Borders. But I will say there is some yoga involved and a lot of food.

I will be headed up to a mountain retreat for a week here soon. Taking a few books to read, my journal, shorts and warm sweaters. Always trying not to over pack and to out-think myself and future moods as I let down and eat healthier food, walk everyday and breathe the kind of air we just don't get around here anymore. It is a week of simplifying and release. Ahhhhh.

a place of waiting

2009-07-07T17:02:00.000-07:00

I was at the airport yesterday--with more time to wait than expected. So with an iced latte and my journal, I sat in the seats outside the exit from the B gates....off and on a group of people would gather in a semi-circle as close as they could, to watch for their expected 'person,' or 'people.' Waiting takes the same stance almost everywhere....and there is always the shifting back and forth from leg to leg. I like the fact that this photo is fuzzy--because this is the fuzzy time of the experience--the time the 'waiters' won't really remember later when they look back at the time their friend or loved one came to stay....or came home from a long trip. We tend to remember moments on either side of this 'waiting' rather than the end of the waiting time...which is this really represents.

Other times of our life include waiting...births and deaths--and many moments in between. I met a man today who wanted to die. He had a disease that would, in the end, take his life--but he didn't want to wait out the agony he was in his short future. He too was shifting from foot to foot. I hope he waits it out--though it is not mine to say and I will likely not see him again. He mostly stopped by to announce his agony in waiting--he didn't even share his name. I will hold him in my prayers and place a prayer tag on the tree in my prayer garden. I trust his name is known and I hope I will meet him again in the coming and going of our small downtown. It has been a strange day.

a new moment

2009-07-04T11:24:00.000-07:00

There is a welcome fresh feel to the garden in the morning after such a hot day yesterday. A fresh feeling of gratitude to be able to sit and write and listen in the garden this morning after waking so early with a migraine and neuralgia...you are just not suppose to start a national holiday with that kind of pain...especially such a noisy holiday!

"There is a calmness to a life lived

in Gratitude, a quiet joy."

-Ralph H. Blum

This is a difficult time of year for me. Still filled with grief that parts my emotions suddenly and pushes its way in--unwanted. There is nothing to it but to recognize and welcome it, ask it what it wants and listen. Then it will be and being heard it will leave...for now.

visiting the 'new' in the same old place

2009-06-29T16:31:00.000-07:00

I rode the train! What fun--it had been a few years. I rode the train down south a ways and stayed with an old friend, and made a new friend. Lots of good talk, great food, good walks and a day of pondering, writing, reading, listening, knitting....thanks Snady & Allen!

One interesting 'new thing' was the small Japanese garden on a little island. It had been started when I lived in the area many years ago, but closed soon after it opened because of vandalism. Now it is open and even more expansive I think. Whoever has worked on it has done a wonderful job. It reminded me of my mother who spent time in Japan and brought home an eye for their style of gardens and made use of it in the many gardens she created over the years.

Home now after a day of work--and looking forward to a relaxed evening with the promise of pasta salad made by my sister-in-law and fresh corn on the cob procured by my sweet baboo earlier today at Carpinito Brothers yummy!

lavender buds and poppies start to bloom

2009-06-15T19:52:00.000-07:00

Along side our garage we have a bed of California Poppies that are all starting to bloom....these little lavender buds are from the front bed and they greet me coming and going from the front door. This is my favorite time--when there are small seas of orange and the purple is not far behind.

My current favorite afternoon pick-me-up is a homemade iced latte using Starbucks Via (yes, the instant) because I can walk in the house and drop all my stuff, mix an iced latte and wander out to poppies, the prayer garden, the patio or the couch in the living room and read or write for a few minutes before the whole dinner-evening-and-it-is suddenly-bedtime hits all in a rush.

Is it just me or does the change in weather patterns affect others too? As we swing to the warm weather-too hot--suddenly much cooler I get so tired--- Am I getting so old that even the barometer is affecting me? Gads.

Splish-Spash...they were takin' a bath...

2009-06-10T13:46:00.000-07:00

This is pretty close to what my birdbath looked like this morning...they really are a riot when it is sunny and the water is clean and crisp. They just go for it. Of course, the fact that in between they are hoping down and fluffing themselves in the dirt...funny I never feel like doing that when I've been in the pool. This morning one little birdie just kept cruising back and forth across the birdbath. It finally jumped up on the ledge and flew up to the fence post to dry itself in the sun.

Anyway, it was a nice way to start the day. Especially a day that will be spent mostly inside in a very artificial environment. I can close my eyes and take a birdie reprieve if necessary.

Paul Hawken's Commencement Talk at University of Portland

2009-06-06T11:50:00.000-07:00

I have rarely been very impressed with speakers during Commencement 'doings'--including my own. However, this month Paul Hawken's spoke to the class of 2009 at University of Portland and he was remarkable. Check it out and share it.

bloomin' clematis!

2009-05-30T18:40:00.000-07:00

This is a close up of the clematis that climbs the backyard fence...I didn't think it would do as well this year since I just did not ever get it cut back after last year. Last year it had a mediocre showing--but it loved the harsh winter and slow spring I guess....because it is as beautiful and full as it has ever been. I could just pull a chair up in front of it and stare, well, sitting on the patio I have basically done just that....My mom is smiling--they were one of her very favorites and if I learned one thing from her it is to keep a large rock over the roots to keep them out of the direct sun....this one's for you Mom!

I like early morning in the garden more than almost any other time of the day...when weather finally permits me out there...I remember it all over again. I take my coffee, a few books and my journal and settle in for awhile. It almost always ends as it did today--with me pulling weeds in with my robe and pj's still on....sitting turns to work and I have to remind myself to sit back down and just look... just listen...just be....the rest of the day will be work enough. These precious moments are for pure inspiration...and breathing.

smiling among spring weeds

2009-05-22T11:11:00.000-07:00

I stood and surveyed the prayer garden

you waited patiently among the weeds.

what were you thinking?

clearing the desk-clearing the mind

2009-05-16T09:18:00.000-07:00

I cleared away the last two week of "Reflective Journaling" necessities...it was a good group and put my mind right back into journaling. The stillness of writing together even for short times is very nourishing to me.

And now, at least a small portion of my desk is ready for the fresh and new....whatever that might be!! Oh, there is lots more to put away and sort through. I've been sending small boxes and large envelopes of paper/stamping/scrapbookish items on to my island daughter who is into creating cards and other things. Excellent to be the recipient--my mailbox has cried for lack of real mail of late.
But now it sings. :)

reposing

2009-05-15T14:33:00.000-07:00

I've been watching out the window as the reclining Buddha has come to be blanketed in tiny white flowers - whose name I cannot recall at this early point of spring... I had to lay down on the patio to take this picture--and the patio was none to thoroughly dry...and the dog was more than slightly interested, and now my ear is more than wet in direct relation to Edward's interest. Today is what I have been waiting for...sun. Can it stay?

We have been wound and wound by the wind and rain this week. The lilac outside my office is worse for the wear. Weary is the word that comes to mind when I look on it. But here at home the lilac is so heavy from rain and equally tossed by the wind. I have gained a wonderful view from the table down stairs that I use for my computer work as it frames the bleeding hearts and lilac. The bleeding heart under the window glistens and shimmers with the rain drops that seem to live on its foliage.

Ug for more Mini sadness

2009-05-13T17:57:00.000-07:00

Alas, my friends as returned to using my Mini after its "repair" --in two days it was back to its old problem...so I am back on the email exchange with my guy at Dell to "work it out." That being said, all the energy it takes to copy files, make adjustments etc. is unbelievable to me. It can't be what is most important in life--but it sure interrupts your life when things aren't working right. So that is my little sb story.

Beyond that the garden is dripping wet and the grass grows an inch a minute. My reclining Buddha is ensconsed with little white flowers...The lilac trees is huge with purple blooms and the bleeding hearts are huges with little pink and white hearts. The wisteria is suddenly blooming over the gate and the white dogwood is floating white in the gray sky. I look. I study it. But, there is no getting out there on a day so wet as this. Tomorrow.

I took a walk today...

2009-05-02T19:36:00.000-07:00

I heard of a 'new' labyrinth in town--well, new to me. I've been to St. James Episcopal (in Kent) several times...and it is new since then. It was overcast, muggy, and eventually the sky gave way to rain--but thankfully not until the end of my walk. It is a five circuit labyrinth edged with brick. It is just off the street but not a high speed street and I was there in late afternoon on a Saturday so the traffic was not distracting.

ding-dong

2009-05-01T09:36:00.000-07:00

the doorbell just rang and my husband retrieved a lovely little African Violet left on the doorstep with the message...Happy May Day!

May Day is almost an ancient rite these days...just not a day that Hallmark picked up on...so it is all the more fun to carry on anonymously neighbor to neighbor.... *smile* Thank you neighbor for brightening my day.

What I remember of May Day as a child was the torture of practicing for the May Day pole--how inept we were until the day we had to perform in front of parents!

it is dark lavendar and yummy

2009-04-24T20:19:00.000-07:00

I finished my second crocheted hat tonight--and I love it...I expanded the expansion part of the pattern so it actually fits my head. When get a picture I'll post it and you will all go, "Wow--I want one too!" I am ready to start another...it is calming to work on. Now, mind you I really only know one stitch and will someday have to learn more. Maybe a scarf is in my near future.

It was a beautiful day--most of which I missed...I saw some of it out the window and could see that the lilac tree is just bursting to bloom its branches off.

Time for bed and to finish my first Miss Silver book. I know this is fiction--but my word that woman knits fast!

Have I mentioned that my MINI had to go back to the "workshop?" I hope it comes home to me soon - all intact and ready to compute. I miss its sweet smallness.

2009-04-23T12:13:00.000-07:00

I found two new favorite blogs: the pennywise family and the neurotic knitter. I hope you check them both out.

As for myself, I am still fighting crud--I had a good start back to real life, and then it started to descend again. So I am back to drinking my Zen green tea in my Holy Trinity Monastery mug--I like the combination of the two--makes me smile.

I heard a incredible program about trees on KUOW yesterday--or part of it and so I went and looked it up and listened to the whole thing: http://kuow.org/program.php?id=17363

If it is Spring--then hats

2009-04-16T12:58:00.000-07:00

I have never been much of a hat wearer--except for warmth...but Spring always meant hats for ladies when I was young. So, when I saw this hat on Google images...it just spoke to me of one of those cool spring mornings and my mother in a hat.....

And since I missed Earth Day I thought I would pass on this little item I read in the April issue of Friends of Silence:

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread

places to play in and pray in,

where nature may heal and give strength

to body and soul alike.

.....from THE YOSEMITE by John Muir

Returning to life

2009-04-16T12:14:00.000-07:00

Ahhh...I can breath again, mostly....I am an actual up and running human once again. Chest crud-bronchitis-sinus-yuckies be gone with you! And while I was flat out on the couch (so to speak, because we actually have a couch to short for that position unless you are a Corgi or a Wilbur-cat) Spring has actually started to spring!

I have pictures of blooming Bleeding Hearts and little purply-blue things I never remember the name of but they live right under our lilac tree and I always miss them because I am looking up to see how the buds are doing on the tree.

The pictures will have to wait a bit because I have not yet downloaded them. Right in the middle of being to sick-to-live, my new little Dell Inspiron Mini came in the post! My sweet baboo set it all up and moved my programs and files (and boy oh boy Save Settings means nothing in this world--what a pain.) So I am in the process of working out all the typical and one unusual bug to be "back-to-normal" in the realm of computers. But I will tell you one thing: I Love My MINI. It is so small and itty-bitty I really can take it anywhere--and now that I am alive again, I will be going places again.

I miss life in general and breathing in particular

2009-04-06T10:05:00.000-07:00

Sick...sick...sick of being sick...look forward to being back soon....it is not possible to type when coughing so hard...or to sit up when all you can take is mostly horizontal...
Be back soon...