Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Christmas Scenes.....

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....it was wonderful with loved ones here. It was special as always to spend time with family. Not everyone could be here and they were missed. Our dinner and celebration is always on Christmas Eve. Some stay, most go home to be tucked up warm and cozy in their own beds for Christmas morning.
I hope that all who stop by here for a visit had a wonderful celebration. I think of all who have lost a loved one recently and know how difficult that is at this time. May you find comfort and solace.
May everyone, no matter who, no matter where in this world of ours, find comfort, joy, love and peace in the New Year. May we learn, all of us, to love and care for people throughout the world...I truly believe we all hope and pray for the same things...Peace, freedom, joy, health, safety, hope and purpose to do the things that are right and loving for all beings.
We are all here together in this beautiful gift that we have been given: Life and Mother Earth. Let us all pledge to take care of one another, our Home of Homes. May we truly begin to be the Family that was meant to be.
Best to all!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Faces I love......

........just look at the dapper guys. I hope they bring a smile to your face. They always cheer me up.

Wishing all a wonderful weekend. I swear I can smell all of the yummy cookies and goodies everyone is baking. Stay warm and dry and contented.
(as always, click on pic. for a better view)

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Thursday, December 18, 2008

Little Teeny Tiny Christmas Tree....

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...this could be the smallest, shortest tree we have ever had...but what the hey..I love trees that need a good home, the Charlie Brown trees that just cry for a bit of loving and acceptance. I cheer for the imperfect tree. After all, we do not have many ornaments and what we have either was made by us when we were too poor to rub two pennies together, or they were given to me by loved friends. Who could ask for anything better?
It's the spirit of the tree that matters, the intention of the decorator and the memory of the ornaments...so old, so falling apart and so precious that came from tiny hands so long ago and the caring circle of friends.

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Friday, December 12, 2008

Early Evening...Early Winter Sky......

....not today...we may well be having a huge winter storm....wind, rain and snow...these were taken a few days ago....
Here is Mother Nature's Abalone Shell....
.....iridescent mother-of pearl....
.....contradictions and dissociation of the blackness of her needles, her pointed fingers at Her Glory.
Opalescent beauty....
It is not her grandest sky, it is not a Biblical Sky with reds, oranges and flames of wonder.
It was a sky of such gentle beauty, simple loveliness.
A reminder that some beauty can be, and is quiet, gentle and unassuming.


Sunday, December 7, 2008

This Loving Precious Presence.....

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...left just before Thanksgiving.
She was not mine, but I loved her and I had taken care of her on several occasions.
She belonged to my son, daughter-in-law and my grand daughter. She was energetic, loving, caring, funny and always ready to take care of her family.
Her family misses her. I miss her. There is a huge void in the house.
She is not able to be there to greet her loved ones. She will no longer be able to race around, to be the silly thing and loving being that she was.
She was brought down here to be buried with other loved animals that we have had.
I salute you, Maddie Dog, or Dish as you were sometimes called.

Samantha loved you. You were there before she was born. You kissed her face. You loved her and guarded her. My favorite story is this one about the both of you:

I was up at my son's and daughter-in-law's taking care of Samantha and Maddie. Samantha picked up a picture of her father and Maddie. Sam says to me: "Gamma, I just love my Daddy and Dishy, I just love them so much."
I say, "I know you do Sam. I know you love Daddy and Dishy."
Samantha: "I just love them so much, Gams."
I say, "They love you too, Sam."

Samantha says to me, "Do you know which one is Daddy, Gams?"

Humor in loss ...a dog from the pound who gave her whole being to her family...a loving and wonderful presence...a being who loved and was loved...a gift to a small family..and to me.

Rest in peace, Dishy and know that you were loved. My heart is heavy. I miss you and you really were not even mine.


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

For My Dear Friend....

This is for my dear friend...who experienced quite an upsetting incident with the family fish...the Plecostomus. (sp?) I am hoping that the fish is well. And I am wondering in all of the financial worries that we all face........who, in the name of the Lord, would buy one of these? Do go and visit Jackie She is an amazing woman, a loving and creative person with a tremendous sense of humor and a fantastic family. I love reading about her creativeness and especially her sons....and click on the pictures so you can really appreciate the (???) of purchasing something like this.

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Monday, December 1, 2008

Back to Normal.....

....it has begun to rain here...it has been so dry and lovely and so abnormally warm for this time of year and in this place.

The wind is picking up, the sound of the rain falling is deafening.

I am loving it now. When I go to bed, I will be pulled into sleep with the water lullaby.

The wood stove is going filling the house with warmth. It is what it should be here and now.

Tomorrow, I may curse the wetness and the leaves that the big dogs bring in after their breakfast, but for now I will give thanks for the comfort of a warm house, the sound of the precious water, clean sheets, a warm feather bed, gentle snoring of those big dogs and the gratefulness of a home that keeps me dry and safe while listening to the autumn adagio of the rain.


Sunday, November 30, 2008


...coming out of my hiding place just for this time..

Hoping that all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving with loved ones, comfort and gratefulness for all that we have...

.....thanking all who come to this small space....

Wishing all goodness and comfort in the coming weeks.

Quiet and comfort, space and warmth......words that inspire and give hope.....

....light when the shadows encroach...

...warmth and prayers however you form them.....

...small and bright things that make you smile.....

......reflections of the here and now.....light falling through the window.....

...and the hope for what is to come in such a tiny little circle...


Sunday, November 16, 2008

Not Much To Say.........Except..

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I am going to take another break from blogging. I am behind in all aspects of my life now. I am fine, just need to catch up on mountains of piles of stuff that need to be cleared up.
........company is coming this week, someone whom I have never met, a person that my husband knows through the nursery. I sincerely hope he has a high tolerance for sleeping in a bedroom with half removed wall paper, two very large and hairy dogs and spider webs that will undoubtedly reappear as soon as I get rid of them.
Most of all, I am feeling remiss in keeping in touch with some of my favorite people from blog land.

Best to all and wishing everyone a wonderful Thanksgiving that is fast approaching.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

A Short Sunday Story......

.....because it is all too slippy-sloppy in Mother Nature's larder for a Sunday Stroll.

CHAPTER ONE, in which our four year old martyr refused to give up her pennies in Sunday School.
Every Sunday her gentle mother would load her three children into the car to deliver them into the pious hands of their respective Sunday School teachers, leaving their daddy behind at home...which if you have read any of the entries here about him, you would conclude that leaving Daddy at home ALONE, was a risky and somewhat dangerous move.
Every Sunday this little girl would have her hair carefully brushed, a ribbon tied on, a clean dress wrestled onto her wriggling little body, and wonders of wonders, a pair of sandals on those normally bare feet. Pennies would be tied up into her hankie for the collection plate. (Therese Defarge??)
It was that collection plate, with its gaping and
greedy mouth that caused such anxiety for this small person. What the reader does not know about her, is that each and every Sunday she wanted, she hoped, she prayed in her selfish four year old mind, to escape the confines of Sunday School with her pennies unsullied and still in the grip of her tightly tied handkerchief. She had plans for those pennies and those plans did not involve supporting the church, sending rice or Bibles to impoverished children; she wanted those pennies to spend at Kam Fui's store on the way home. She wanted to buy herself and ice cream cone. The fact that they rarely stopped at the store had no effect on her inherent greediness.
Week after week she would refuse to relinquish those shiny little coins, and week after week she would, in the end, heave a huge and dramatic sigh, get up out of her little chair, stomp her four year old feet across the ocean of linoleum and throw those pennies into the collection plate with a dramatic, "There!" It was her own personal Green Mile.
The writer of this tale does not remember how many times this was repeated, but she does remember very clearly what happens in Chapter Two.

CHAPTER TWO, in which our devious and conniving small person ends it all.
The three children are loaded into the car. The loving mother drives off, and perhaps because of distractions, fatigue or inattention, waits until the family is within close proximity to the church, and asks in her gentle voice, "Is everyone ready?" The older sister and brother respond affirmatively. The four year old small and devious person looks down, pulls up the skirt of her dress and shouts out happily, "OOPS!" to reveal that she has no underpants on.
Oh, Joyful, Joyful, Hallelujah and Amen!! It is too late to both turn around, go back home, put those panties on and then make it to Sunday School in time.
The car is turned around, it does wend its way home, but it is far too late to proceed back to church. It is her finest hour in her selfish little brain and it is the last time she remembers going to Sunday School, the last time that she will hoard her pennies.

EPILOGUE: Several years later she will begin accompanying her grandmother to the Episcopal Church in downtown Honolulu. She will no longer begrudge her pennies, but she will spend her time on her knees, next to her grandmother and offering up this prayer: "Please God, I want Gramma to take me out to lunch."


Saturday, November 1, 2008

A One Act Play....

....in which our heroes, the pumpkins, give their lives to become Jack-0-Lanterns.

It's a long play, never destined to be on Broadway, but always in my heart.

Watching a father's and mother's loving hands; careful attention given to a just four year old, who declared on Friday with abandon and glee, "This is my first day of Halloween School!"


Sunday, October 26, 2008

It's Another Sunday Stroll....

....in no particular order. Just a wander right out my door where I concentrate on looking way up and way down. The weather has been SPECTACULAR, thank you M.Nature for these beautiful postcards you have sent on the wings of each morning.
I hope you enjoy the pictures. They are sent with the sincere wish that each of you has a lovely week.

Looking up and down has reminded me that from the tiny to the mighty each of us matters in this life. Truly, in this soup of our lives, look up and down, not just forward and in retrospect. How ever you define your life: God, Nature, Nothingness; it's all in the details, from the mighty stature to the infinitesimally small. Aren't we so blessed with the small and mighty, the gray, the no color, the oranges, yellows, reds, greens, blues...and everything in between. Aren't we so blessed with the roundness, the sharpness, the corrugated covers, the undulating lines, the sharpness of contrast between sky and bark, the simple smoothness of a rock....and the overwhelming Joy to just yell, "WOW, aren't I lucky to experience all of this deliciousness and wonder?" pictures are so much better if you click on them for big!!