Sunday, August 31, 2008

Stormy Weather, O Yeah

For those who lie in the path of Gustav, I am sending you many prayers. Even if you are a Republican at the Convention with the Shrub, I send you prayers. Please, God, spare New Orleans the grief of a third anniversary Blow Out.

For my Friend Jerry, who is the Pops of my Teeghkii & Dianne's Thunder & Storm, you hang tight, Pal. All your Kidz will be safe, now you just have to hang tight. For all my Tribe who are in the path, we are sending you Light, Love & Bright Blessings.

Here in Oregon, we have funnel warnings, and thunderstorms. Lots of flash bang, in comparison.

Stormy weather. A great song,
Lena Horne, O Lord, sing it Grrrrl
Not so good for them that's livin' through it.



Saturday, August 30, 2008

ASL is Life

I have been *chuckle* "teaching" myself ASL (American Sign Language) I know that were I to speak to someone fluent in this beautiful, wonderous language, I would be laughed at, I know I would such silly linguistic mistakes.

ASL Browser
Life Prints

These are the two best lexicons I've found.
I am teaching myself "At Last" by Etta James
At Last

It's beautiful when you sign sing it. (well, it's just beautiful anyway)

I think flowers sign in the breeze.


Have You Ever Been Experienced?

Into The Night

I love this video. At the very beginning, when he screams and drops the bottle to smash into tiny pieces into the cement far below... This is how my heart feels, felt, is.... The dove bringing me back from the brink of destruction.

In these times of desolation, of isolation, of terrorism, we all need to clutch onto the Goodness of Life, where ever we find it. If it be in the smallest of herbs :

the most insignificant of wildflowers...

still, they feed others.


Simple Life, Simple Pleasure

The sky is filled with silver clouds scuttling by like lazy bovines grazing across the horizon. Last night, as I drove home (oh such a short distance. Just up the hill) the tops of the pines were awash with water-color drench of bronze. Fall is peeking through, and we have had no Spring, not much summer. My tomatoes are large, but green.. and I will either surprise my love with fried green tomatoes (and a watching of the movie which bears the name) OR they will ripen until lusciousness rich ripe fresh garden tomatoes.

I have so much to do with my Farm. This is a picture of my first garden plot:

I have made many mistakes in this new life.

Such as: improper weed abatement. Not having any first hand knowledge of just how pernicious Oregon weeds, grasses, and blackberries are, I thought a stern warning would suffice. Au Contraire, mon aimes! Nay! These scoff at my stern warnings, and indeed, add them to the fertilizer of their disdain.

Now, this would not be nearly as much trouble as it seems, but I have chosen to go organic in all things, have chosen to leave tender footprints on this land. This land which has been neglected, abused, forsaken. I have chosen to pursue the Higher Ground. This leaves me with cardboard and newspapers and vinegar, with constant diligent hand-yanking, hoeing, and on-my-knees praying to the Great Spirit of the Garden Fairies.

I WILL prevail, but Lordy! Lordy! It will take longer than I thought. Ah, that's OK, I have a portable CD, earplugs, and good tools. Life is Good.


Friday, August 29, 2008

Glad Tidings!

Today's post is about music and gardening. I've been listening to Janis, who makes me so exuberant yet so incredibly sad... I dream of what Janis would be singing now.. If she had... if she had Love... She took a piece of my heart wit her.. & if you think that's trite, think about it. The girl had soul, had vision, had love bigger than her capacity to bear, and was so incredibly lonely.

Have you ever been lonely? Have you (I KNOW you have) ever felt like if there was one more night spent alone in your own skin without someone to share the night sky with, without someone to turn to and murmur "Did you see that? Look at the way the sky pinks the pond, wavering betwixt now and forever" and to have that someone just put their arm about your shoulder and squeeze?

"Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them". (W.Pooh)

And we'll send you glad tidings from Estacada
Open up your eyes so you may see
Ask you not to read between the lines
Hope that you will come in right on time
And they'll talk to you while you're in trances
And you'll visualize taking all those chances
and meet them halfway with love, peace and persuasion
And expect them to rise for the occasion
Don't it gratify when you see it materialize
Right in front of your eyes
That surprise"

(with deep thanks from Van Morrison)

I'm going to try to write more here. Not that anyone reads this Blog, *chuckle* I notice by the views they do not... But possibly I will acquire the habit of writing. Of speaking my heart, of living life arms-wide-open, of taking chances. I am hoping I will acquire the habit of seeing love in each unfolding of leaf, in each glance of the deer in my orchard, even in the taking of my ducks by the bobcat, or the BooBoo the black bear living on my orchard. In every bee hive I try not to disturb. In ever wasp nest I must disturb. In each ripple in the pond, and every step forward I take. In living every day, today is a Good Day.

I am dead broke, but I have green tomatoes, spaghetti squash & crookneck squash up the gump stump. Life is Good.

Dear Janis. I miss you.