Okay, so yesterday I did the Satanic bike twice....just the five minutes apiece....but I pumped hard and got the heart-rate up.  I had to go into town to re-up my caregiving contract with the state...was late...parked at the wrong building so had to go across parking lot, down the block, up the hill and around the building.  In my mind I was doing ( Read more... )

Just wanted to let folks know I'm going to do a little D&C on my friend's list, before beginning a new year.  It's about work-management and the fact that TGAIT (the great anonymous, infamous "they") keep speeding-up time!   Wishing you all the year you wish to make it.

In Honour, Respect, Humility and Love....Maya

 
One deep coral splash on the pewter clouds over the ridge heralds the day, slowly seeping across the sky.  It's Christmas morning.  So far I'm the only one up in the house, enjoying the solitude and reflection with my morning cuppa tea.

Last night we trimmed the tree with red bows, white lights (one red bulb put in the string is a family tradition ( Read more... )

 
An excerpt from a letter from Fra Giovanni
to his friend, Countess Allagia Aldobrandeschi,
as written on Christmas Eve, 1513.

Fra Giovanni¹s Salutation to a Friend

I am your friend and my love for you goes deep. There is nothing I can give
you which you have not got, but there is much, very much that, while I cannot
give it, you can take.

No heaven can ( Read more... )

Winter Woman begins to blow, here on Puget Sound.  She blows in from the Pacific as we get closer to the Solstice.  10:08pm Pacific Time, Friday, we do the Full-Tilt-Laid-Back Boogie.  That's the Long Night of Stories and the beginning of our reinvention...choosing life in the blessed dark that gives deeper sight.  But we were talking about Winter ( Read more... )

 
Quarter-Life Crisis

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. ( Read more... )

I am no cultivated flower

no product nor progeny

of home soil

no homecoming queen

nor conquering hero

defined

by lines made in sand

nations of the moment

my seed was born wild and

carried on the wind

sprouted crossing seas and

storms of intimate darkness

roots reaching somewhere

just beyond the moment

somewhere between the atoms

I will touch lightly the lands

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 Ah...my little red-headed sapsucker is back...I like saying that...little red-headed sapsucker... the sight of him...the sound of his name...soothes me...another useless doctor's visit later...little red-headed sapsucker...it's gonna rain soon...my right knee is pounding and burning like a muddah-plucker...little red-headed sapsuhuhuhuhucker... ( Read more... )

 
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The eastern sky is ablaze in coral this morning and slate-blue clouds scud along the Sound.  It doesn't feel as chilly as it has been...the back deck is wet, not frosted.  The sparrows, chickadees, juncos and finches fight over the feeders and a little red-headed sapsucker is running up and down the beech tree.  Oh-oh, here come the "gangsters".... ( Read more... )