Truly, I believe I can...

Gemini - May 30, 2008

There are extremely slow moving subtle energies that are coming into play today, dear Gemini, which may not be felt so easily. What they are providing, however, is a key to manifesting your wildest dreams. Fantasy can become your reality, but it may only come one small, subtle step at a time. Don't give up. Focus on the unconventional way of getting things done. You will eventually achieve everything your heart desires - as long as you truly believe that you can.

Yeah, yeah, yeah... "I Believe"

...but WHY is it always that the heart's desires will 'eventually' be 'achieve' - able?

When, NOW is all we really have, man!?

*Sheesh*

(I know, I know - my impatience is showing.)

On ward.

Don't give up.

Never surrender.

One foot in front of the other....

and so it goes!

=)

Aging Gracefully

I LOVED it that my sister, the Queen of Panic!, sent this out for my (and now your?) Cyber-viewing "another year older, if not wiser" pleasure.

Hope you like it as much as I did - gotta have some respect for gizzers who still cling to that 'forever young at heart' thing! lol

Cheerios to all who pass this way...

=D

Wild Roses...& a B-Day

Roses and daisies make a beautiful bouquet don't they?

I've got wild roses... in full bloom at the new house.

Just in time for the Birthday!

The fragrance is pretty sweet all around the place...

earlier in the month all the lilac were in bloom.

I wonder what will be next?

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=)

The Last Lecture

Just wondering if any of you watched this "Special" back in April... it was wonderful.

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"A Love Story for Your Life", indeed.

Memorial Day

This Memorial Day... along with my thoughts and prayers of gratitude for fallen soldiers whose heroic, ultimate sacrifices have time and again sufficed the cost of "my" freedoms; I will, of course, be thinking of 2 men, having separately passed 'through sleeps' dark and silent gate' who were so very special to me: my Daddy and Ricky.

The triumps and trials I obtained to in 2007 as well as events unfolding and flowing into this year... have continually been overshadowed by this, for me - it was the year in which I lost the 1st man I had ever loved, and the last.

Certainly, there will again be for me time and opportunity to give and receive the sublime gift: love... and not only do I have a testimony that, '...there is no end to love' but I have that faith to take comfort in the fact. To know that even though the opportunity to further enjoy the good things about these men and my relationships with them 'in real time' has ended, the love that we obtained to still, steadfastly, abides - along with many good memories. (Those of which, couriously, have come to mind in those coincidental, surprising ways - that nevertheless command your attention to the point of realizing this is not so coincidental, as what it is a comfort and relief - being particularly sweet.)


These relationships were soulful relationships, for me, like none other, and so I miss them - terribly at times.

They had this in common as I knew them to be, they were both hardworking, honorable men - who would reachout to help, and lift another whenever they possibly could... and they liked to sing, when feeling really good about themselves they would go bursting into song at any given moment (never predictible, always delightful when they did so) and they liked to laugh, too!

Still, there is no going back, and there will never be a 'repeat'.

...and so I celebrate, deep within my grief (as do we all, I believe, when we come to terms with sudden and significant 'change') that we had what we had, that we did what we did, and that we came to know what we know, because we experienced it.

"Now" for me, is still an evaporative thing - which is sometimes both physically and spiritually painful and chaotic.

For them "now" is freedom from their physical forms and ...peace.

So - here my thoughts turn back to current events - how many, Lord, have recently passed on from this world?

Globally - earthquakes, hurricanes, wars' battlefields - domestic and international terror is afoot and grief is rampant in the news.

No matter were you're at or what your circumstances are, it is a hard thing to bare... nevertheless, it is honorable to remember as long and as vibrantly as we can those that have passed on before us....
and to visit, and appreciate those that are still here!
... and ....
in remembering....

can I pause now and then to help and lift another?

can I burst into song now and then, for no other reason than that I am feeling really good?

can I hold on to my good humor (a gift, acquired from both of my parents) to my own ends?

I'm gonna give it my best shot.
=)

In memory of you, Dad:
February 13, 1934 - October 16, 2007
&
In memory of you, Rick:
July 14, 1952 - May 26, 2007
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(You had great "dashes")

Still Missing You...

"What greater thing is there for two human souls that to feel that they are joined...

to strengthen each other...

to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories."

-- George Eliot

It's Magic! (Really!)

SO... Rentals are NEVER really as "clean" at the walk through with the landlord as what you (maybe it's just me?) really think they ought to be after you've signed papers, paid money, moved your stuff, and begin to REALLY look around as you re-situate to the 'new' surroundings.For instance, I thought the bathroom of the new place looked fairly clean, if not woefully smaller than what I was leaving.Upon closer inspection I find: the toilet "wobbles", there's scum everywhere, and the sink is being supported by a stick. (yes. You read right - a stick, I tell you!) I will not tell you, in great detail, about what I found lifting the lid of the toilet - except to say that it did involved a raisin, and, yes, I almost hurled cleaning IT up. (shudders!)So! I've been re-situating and cleaning. I've been using those disposable disinfecting wipes. For the quick, let's-just-get-something-done-about-this NOW, thing and deal with the in depth cleaning details at a later date. These wipes are very handy for this type of deal. I won't move again without them!Then, yesterday I was looking around at the extremely ill-designed and old fashioned kitchen... my eye particularly landing, time and again, on the old-timey country kitchen sink. Boy was it grimy! Stained, hardened water deposits, soap scum - icky. Right beside said, icky sink was a product sample of Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser - so I pull up a chair, (I'm a 1/4 inch shy of 6' - the sink is sitting maybe a yard off the floor - I'll be sitting working at this sink a lot I think) and read the hype, er, directions to the 'Magic Eraser' ....: "Clean things you never thought you'd get clean!" it read. lol OK sink - meet Mr. Clean! ... and to my amazement, it was working! To be fair I did have to put some muscel power in, later on some of the thicker hard water deposits that had obviously built up over, say, the last 80 years... but I'm wondering if even that was because I only had a sample size eraser to work with - (they're designed to disintegrate, breaking down over time and usage.)Well, that's a lot of typing to say this: I'm sold on Mr. Clean's Magic Erasers and now have that on my shopping list.If you're dealing with incredible grime - you might try one however you might want to read this report first: http://housekeeping.about.com/od/productreviews/gr/mrcleanmagicer.htm

Pass the Oxy-Moron...

I found this groovy site Google searching. Which is to say I was once more avoiding the inevitable: writing one of my term papers. It does give one something to think about, no?

http://www.oxymoronlist.com/

Looking Forward...

To:

Better Tomorrows....

On this day in History...

5/14/2005



Your Huckleberry



Yes..go ahead my darling..do what needs be done


You know I expect you..to be loyal to GOD's son


We have a relationship..unlike most on this earth


And we center our love..around that heavenly birth


What's happening with us..is a love that's so real


There's a bond between us..that no one can steal


This plan that was written..so long long ago


Is a plan that neither of us..will ever let go


So by these words..


I can truly say


I'm your Huckleberry..and I'm here to stay!

Opie Outlaw

[Miss YOU, Huckleberry... one day - at the end of days, perhaps, I know I will see you again! Mmmmaaauuuhhh! =)]

Dad's Memorial

"We" are back from the coast... and my father's memorial service.

It was a good service - lots of pictures from the last 30 years or so... not too many from his younger days, but a few.

We shared our memories, we shared a lot of laughter - along with a few tears.

It was go0od to visit all the extended family and friends there.

Now I'm the one catching up on things, here.

I am 99.9% moved. (Yea!)

I did 'carpet-shampooing' and cob-web busting yesterday... there are some major cob-webbing spidies at m'old digs... saw several that I knocked down yesterday, well on their way to reconstruction today.

New Orleans should be so lucky.

I've plans to transplant some chives, purple sage, mint, and an iris or 2 from the old place to the new... this coming weekend and I'll be done-done. (c'mon! That purple sage was a gift, now!) lol

The bad news is:

I am pert near 'dead-in-the-water' with my advanced studies. (Doh!)

So, there will be no more posting 'til I can catch my breath there...

and can look around my new digs and find more than just a pathway through the mountains of cardboard boxes... sheltering the inside things I supposedly can't live without.

I swear - I'm going to seriously downsize all my kitsandkaboodles!

except maybe that purple sage...

and the good memories I have of special people in my life, like Daddy...

(and a few 'outthere' of you, too... perhaps...)

Love and Love s'more

D ~