Come sit on the porch awhile. Enjoy a glass of sweet iced tea as you peruse my thoughts, memories, dreams and images of family and friends - things trivial and not so trivial - past, present and future. I write and post for the simple pleasure of doing so. If you reap some small amount of pleasure from what you find here please come back again soon.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

My heart is a chameleon

My heart is a it is blue...soaring with the hawk...up high, way above the tree tops, near the clear blue sky....calling to the wind, calling "Come wind, come lift me higher!" Lift me to where the dark emptiness is...and there I will spirit with you among the stars...for a short while.

My heart is a it is silver tipped brown grey white furry...eyes yellow shining in the dark...feet nimble running through the forests, muscles fleet leaping across green mossy logs...stopping now for cool clear gurgling moisture, lapping, lapping, silent soft air breathing hearing scenting...sustenance is near.

My heart is a chameleon...tonight with my own kind it is aggressive blood red lust ripping tearing...merciful death lighting quick neck gushing exposed silent...we eat we live we love we birth we are family...souls free of sin natural surviving...ebbing flowing through winters white and summers green...leave us to our world...we are we are we are wolf.

My heart is a it is light wispy white...a wish simply a be free of burdens dark grey naked worry more no soul struggles and will be free...and I will run through the dark forests gladly and drink the clear waters with great thirst and eat raw and live free...and be at last who I truly am.

A Few Very Short Stories By Me

~ Momma? I'm busy! What do you want? Nothing. Ever.

~ Mommy? Yes honey? Laptime story. Bread burns. Oh well.

~ Rocky waits at the door. I come home soon.

~ Rocky waits at the door. I come home sooner...or later. Tail wags always.

~ Rocky stretches, yawns, wags. We go walking now.

~ Crawls under bed. Warm water waits. Where's Rocky?

~ We're busy ma'am, what do you want? Nothing.

~ We're busy ma'am, what do you want? I'll come back. Not!

~ Google search: "Bible Women". Gyrating hips. Ignore ads. Can't do that. Goes outside to garden.

~ Dot, dot, dot. Why do you always say that? I don't know, they're just fun...

~ "Oakes grow tall. Muscadines vine around branches. Bees hide honey in hollows." Big hand holds little hand. Grandpa loves me.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

A moment shared between friends

Don't know who they are nor where they are, I just know they are the best of friends. And while walking on a beach somewhere, in a time past, they are sharing memories, telling funny stories and just being there for each other.
This is why I love collecting old photos. They tell wonderful stories without using words.
I paid all of two bucks for the original 8X10 framed print. What a bargain! And it is one of my very favorties!

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Happy 98th Walter!

My father-in-law turned 98 today.
He was totally blinded in both eyes by two different coal mining cave-ins some 56 years ago. Despite this "handicap" he was able to support his family by farming, and raising first chickens, then cattle. With that and the miner's pension he eventually got, he made a decent living.
He was a hard working and thrifty man and lived on his own after loosing his lovely wife (my wonderful 'Jewel' of a mother-in-law) up until just a few short years ago.
He remains strong in some ways but is now unable to walk and spends all of his days in a chair at the nursing home. He can’t watch television or read books so he dreams of days gone by and, not surprisingly, talks about working mules, killing hogs, and clearing land.
People who actually take the time to spend time with him can learn a lot from him. For instance, I now know step-by-step how to butcher a hog and that might come in handy one of these days.
He doesn't have a lot of visitors. My husband goes at least every other day, more often if needed, and I usually go with him on Saturday or Sunday. Trips to visit him are not always is a nursing home after all and life there is, well, not good to say the least. Most of the patients are sad and lonely, including him, and the sense of helplessness and hopelessness is overwhelming. But still, I and others like me, should visit him more often.
He is a remarkable man who has lived a remarkable life. He has certainly earned his keep. But now he only waits on death in a lonely place filled with strange noises, smells and people - a very big deal for a independent blind man who is used to ‘feeling’ his way around in his own home.

Walter, you don’t know it but you are on my mind this evening. And I’m wishing for you busy dreams to get you through the long days ahead and sweet dreams to get you through the nights. Push those nightmares you were telling me about aside and know that your home in heaven awaits. We are selfish and want to keep you around forever but we also know that better things are coming for you. How else can we live with how you’re living now but to know it will get better for you someday?

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Cookies, Cookies...More Cookies, Please

Recently, while prowling through a local thrift store, I found this great little vintage 'Cooky Book' and decided it will be well worth my time to try out some, if not all, of the recipes. Following the well written and illustrated recipes is easy and all of the batches that I've turned out thus far have been gobbled up without complaint or prejudice.
Next week's plan was to finish work on my studio - moving some things to storage, installing the last bit of insulation, putting in some sort of ceiling panels...flooring...underpinning...sounds like a lot of work but it's not a very big studio so one beautiful week should get me there. But the one hitch in my plan is the weather. If the forecasters are correct we will have cold rain every day except Saturday, which is of course my day to work at my "real job". So maybe tomorrow I'll pick another recipe or two and make more cookies. Besides, I have a friend with MS who really needs cookies from time to time and now just might be one of those times.

The "Peanut Butter Cookies" recipe (shown above) also calls for honey and brown sugar and they are deliciously different. 
Quartered gumdrops (below) are needed for the "Jeweled Cookies". These little treats are very chewy but also very tasty!