celebrateing

Well I am actually doing it I am writing my book I have the first page finished and I want to call a friend and celebrate maybe I will email all my friends I know only one page but I did it! I finished the page and went upstairs and made a pot of coffee because everyone knows writers need a lot of coffee well I cant let myself get distracted I am going to go finish page two.

JOY

Holiday Joy

Sam is here Yahooo! I have missed him he is still growing he has been exercising a lot and has really filled out
We went to Boarders together yesterday to do some Christmas shopping I think I was to directive about some of our choices its hard to think of Sam as grown up.
He has a case of Jet lag so I am waiting for him to get some rest
Wake up wake up and play with mommy! New York is three hours ahead of California so he’s really not ready to wake up yet

You have probably noticed that I have not been keeping up with my blog,I find that I am needing a little time away from bloging right now hope to be back shortly.
Harmony

Ten Things I Love

my latest encaustic

Today is raining on my serenity
Ragged around the edges
I think of my warm bed with fondness
A friendly book to share covers
Or perhaps I’ll Just burrow down into the
Dark depths of the warm blankets



Ten things I love
Prune Danish
Warm tea
A lazy afternoon at the bookstore
A new Jenifer Crusiebook
Painting
I was going to write ten things I love but for some reason today they just won’t come to mind
Looking for seashells on the beach
Morton bird refuge where the chickadees eat sunflower seeds from my hand
Well Ive made it to eight just two more to go
Going to an art museum and number ten buying a new scarf

I am taging endment and silverlight for their 10 favorites

Macy's Window

Saturday night as friend and I were searching for the right place to eat we passed this delightful Christmas window.

Marsh

During a pleasant walk today I snapped these reflections at Bashakill Marsh

Happy Birthday

Met

Its Good To Be Home

It’s still raining but I am back home with a cup of tea and we made a stop by the library on the way home so I have a couple of books to dig in to. I never read fantasy but for some reason tonight I couldn’t find anything in the regular section so I choose two books from the fantasy section Gravelight by Marion Zimmer Bradley and Shapechanger's Songby Jennifer Roberson so I am going to go sit in my favorite chair and think about something besides reality

Can Never Find The Right Plumber

Dreary gray, wet rainy day, we can call the plumber to fix the plumbing or AAA to fix a tire. There should be someone I could call to fix a leaky sky. I was hoping to go to the beach today but this rain is damping my enthusiasm for the idea.
Actually it’s not too wet maybe I will venture outside anyway. I feel kind of grumpy like I got up on the wrong side of the bed, I think it’s because I spent the night in a motel room. I hate motels the beds are too hard and I only like sleeping in my own bed with my own pillows, but I have a lovely cup of steaming tea and that can fix most of the inconveniences in life. So I guess I will go shower and see what the breakfast bar looks like. Wishing you all a day filled with rainbows.

Thank You All For Your Good Wishes

I am out of the hospital !!
I was blessed with a very nice roommate and a new friend
This week is full of doctor visits but I am planning on seeing some friends mixing the sweet with the bitter.
As I will in the city I won’t be posting this week Thank you all for your good wishes

Taking Time Out ---

Guess autumn is a time to hibernate
so I am in that state
Hospitals don't let me blog
So till they let me out
I'm in a fog

OK - bad poetry ----
Harmony asked me to let you know she is in the hospital and will be back posting as soon as she gets out...
Endment

Turkeys Crossing The Field

field of wild turkeys
tall rows of sunflower
bees gather honey

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Sand Beach

child building sandcastles

waves dancing round his feet

he laughs with glee

with a roar and whisper

the voice of the sea calls to me

enticing me to play

my hand reaching

out of smooth white sand

a siren arises

A Few Thoughts On Worms

Betain sent me an email with this informative information about worms that I am passing on to you.
A minister decided that a visual demonstration
would add emphasis to his Sunday sermon.
Four worms were placed into four separate jars.
The first worm was put
into a container of alcohol.
The second worm was put
into a of cigarette smoke.
The third worm was put into
a container of chocolate syrup.
The fourth worm w! as put into
a container of good clean soil.
At the conclusion of the sermon,
the Minister reported the following results:
The first worm in alcohol -
Dead.!
The second worm in cigarette smoke -
Dead .
Third worm in chocolate syrup -
Dead .
Fourth worm in good clean soil -
Alive.
So the Minister asked the congregation -
What can you learn from this demonstration?
Maxine was sitting in the back,
quickly raised her hand and said,
"As long as you drink,
smoke and eat chocolate,
you won't have worms!"
Well I read this and thought Maxine is right, I need to take up smoking but then C said Harmony since you don’t smoke you’ll have to eat twice as much chocolate. Well… if I must, I must.

Nest

acrylic

Breezes

curtain stirs as
the shadow of death passes
my open window

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Second Chakra

A beautiful orange rock I saw today while on my walk

orange the color for the second chakra

I especialy love orange when used with soft mossy green or celadon

While reading True Balance I kept thinking I am not very balanced not that that is any big surprise one of my reasons for reading the book is that I want more balance and serenity in my life. After reading Potato Prints list I decided to see if I could make one of my own.

Things that ballance me
Acupuncture
Walks on the beach or at the park
Chakra meditation group
Sitting in the garden
Taking a nap
Writing poetry or in my Journal
Peter’s workshops
Drinking water
Incense
Fresh air
music

After writing my list today I went for a lovely walk in the park and had a short but lovely stop at the beach.

Space Between

wind kisses my cheek
whispers secrets in my ear
bright pebbles on sand
river bubbles with laughter
sunlight dances with green leaves

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Dorothy Morgan

2,9996 is a tribute remembering the lives of the victums of 9/11. My posts this weekend will be in memory of Dorothy Morgan.

On the Trade Center victims list she is listed as Dorothy Morgan, 47 years, Hempstead NY. That doesn’t say much but there are fragments of information that survive her. That is part of the tragedy of her sudden death - that we are left with only fragments. Described by her daughter as “a diva” and “a beautiful person,” the two words I most often found used to describe her were "warm" and "smiling."

Some of the fragments paint a picture for us of this beautiful woman and tell us that her family were important to her. She made time every week to spend with her mother Dorothy Burke, her daughter Nykiah and her grandson. She was an active member of the Faith Baptist Church in Hempstead and the Allen African-American Methodist Episcopal Church in Jamaica, Queens. We also know her birthday is March 12, she collected Barbie Dolls and frequently ate Chinese take out ( something many of us probably have in common with her). She worked at Marsh McLennan as a broker.

Dorothy left behind her daughter Nykiah Morgan and Nykiah's son, her mother, Dorothy Burke, sisters Ethell Bennett, Patricia Williams, Earlene Stephenson and Stephanie Rose, brothers Desi Burke, Cecil Burke as well as nices and other friends and family.

Solitudes

steaming cupa chi

fleeting memories of you

yellow leaf falling

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Hummingbirds in The Rain

Early this morning, from the back window, grazing at the edge of the lawn, I saw two doe and two fawns. I am sitting here on the front porch and I am not going to think about the box I am unpacking in the front room, I’ve opened it and spread everything out on the table, thrown away as much as possible .

Now I am at the stage where I stare at it in bafflement and occasionally walk by and move something then do more baffled starring but I am not going to think about any of that; instead I am going to drink a cup of hot coca with marshmallows and listen to the sound of falling rain and hummingbird wings as a dozen or so fly overhead maneuvering for a spot at the feeder.

I have a copy of the The Time Traveler's Wife that I’ve just started. When I put it down I was on page 55 and Henry is naked waiting in the meadow. I think this must be where he meets Clare so I wish you a good evening and I am going to join Henry and Clare.

Heaven

If there is anything more confusing to me than life it has to be death…My sister Candi sent me the following story in an email today I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I feel a lot like this little boy.



A father was at the beach with his children

when the four-year-old son ran up to him,

grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore

where a seagull lay dead in the sand.

"Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked.

"He died and went to Heaven," the Dad replied.

The boy thought a moment and then said,

"Did God throw him back down ?"

Boxes, Boxes

Boxes, boxes, boxes, floor to ceiling, everywhere boxes. I wonder where I got all this stuff, - do I want it? Why do I have it? What do I do with it all?
Papers - Papers are the worst, especially the unsorted boxes of papers. I seem to spend hours filing, I don’t want all of these papers but I never know what is safe to throw away.
Moving creates numerous questions such as -- How can my shelves and boxes both be full and where are my clothes…?
I was surprised to find out how many videos and DVDs I own. Why don’t I have anything to watch if I have this many DVDs?

Imagine my surprise when I opened a box only to find a bag of trash instead of being thrown out it found its was into a box… I know elves ---- I didn’t believe before, but now I am a believer. They sure have a wicked sense of humor.

Where is that file of important papers I need? --- I know I set them out carefully, They must be here - I knew I was going to need them!!!

Blue

he whispers his song
an angel with wings of blue
rapture fills my ear

tears spilling over
note after note kisses me
comforted I sigh..

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front porch

I have been reading John Daido Loori’s Book The Zen of Creativity very inspiring so inspiring that I dug threw my boxes looking for my camera, finally found it in an old handbag. When I went outside a very gentle rain was coming down. I immediately wanted to photograph a raindrop as it splashed into the pond…completely unsuccessful.
Took a photograph of a Moonglow Nasturtium that I am pleased with.
Sat in a lounger on the porch watching the rain come down, hummingbirds circling my head. Photographed some humming birds need to try again all I got were silhouettes.
A bear just wandered into the yard doing his yard inspection he’s a very handsome black bear, he didn’t stay long when I got up to get a closer look he wandered off Its peaceful here on the deck and one never knows what visitors will decide to show up.

Spice of Life - Ted and Ginger

When I was growing up my teacher told me that animals don’t have souls. I don’t know whether they were right or wrong - but lingering in my soul are special memories of both my dog Ted and my cat Ginger.

Ted was a white ball of fluff that wiggled from head to tail when he was happy and that was most of the time. He weighed about 15 pounds and looked like a downed rat after his bath until he was fluffy and dry again. He was charming and well behaved - a delightful companion on walks and a special connoisseur of art - he loved the art galleries although his charm frequently distracted other patrons. He was fiercely brave didn’t think twice about defending against three full grown German Shepherds, after one bout we rushed out to retrieve his body and to our amazement he was only momentarily stunned.

My dog Ted who could on occasion be very insightful and wise - disliked my ex on sight. Although I don't remember my little dog disliking anyone else - he proved that he was smarter than I.

Ginger was a purebred cream-colored Persian - an aristocrat of Persians, whose pedigree included cats that had won both kitten of the year and cat of the year national awards. She had a most wonderful personality - far superior to that of any other cat I’ve ever owned. I bought her for myself with money I received from an insurance settlement, and what a reward I gained from that settlement! Any time night or day, her purr was always switched on. When I was busy she would rest at my feet, when I got tired she would sit me down climb up into my lap and talk to me. At night she slept on my shoulder. I was devastated when she died. Around the time of her death my marriage dissolved - and one of the more unforgivable things my ex did when he decided to divorce me was to give away her kittens.

This morning I felt a cat walking across my bed and curling up beside my shoulder --- when I turned my head and opened my eyes to pet her --- no one was there.

more pet stories at http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

morning wake-up

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harmony of green

the river whispers

green on every side

peace embraces me

Dance of the Monarch

fly near fly far

bring beauty to my heart

as you dance in the sun

The Dress

My sister Candi sent me the following in an email today and it tickled my funny bone, so I am posting it because I just have to share it with all of my blogging friends.


Jennifer's wedding day was fast approaching. Nothing could dampen her excitement -- not even her parents' nasty divorce. Her mother had found the PERFECT dress to wear and would be the best dressed mother-of-the-bride ever!

A week later, Jennifer was horrified to learn that her father's new young wife had bought the exact same dress! Jennifer asked her to exchange it, but she refused "Absolutely not. I look like a million bucks in this dress, and I'm wearing it," she replied. Jennifer told her mother who graciously said, "Never mind sweetheart. I'll get another dress. After all, it's your special day."

A few days later, they went shopping and did find another gorgeous dress. When they stopped for lunch, Jennifer asked her mother, "Aren't you going to return the other dress? You really don't have another occasion where you could wear it." Her mother just smiled and replied, "Of course I do, dear. I'm wearing it to the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding.

Sunburn

on a lily pad
a frog sits in the pond
sweating in the heat
of an August sun
a radio plays
amore it sings
but the frog is silent
the whole world steams
unblinking he sits
in the afternoon sun

Poetry Thursday.

Bleeding Hearts

a row of hearts
a drop of blood
a tear
silently they weep
under the maple tree
drip drip
they bleed
drip drip
who wounds you so ?

Be Careful of Passing Feet

15th street

summer heat

a dragonfly

rests on the sidewalk

Golden Wings

Fly through the skyon wings of gold
Sing your
song of buzzing
kiss the flowers and
save plenty of honey.
But sting me not!
Fly through the sky
on wings of gold
Sing your
song of flight
kiss the flowers and
gather plenty of nectar
into sweet honey to make
But, sting me not!

One Red Paperclip

So you don't have everything but a paperclip might be enough. Cheak this out

The Samuel I. Newhouse

red haired man sprawls across three seats reading the amazing Spiderman

a man searches the trash can leaves with today’s paper

two sit side by side eating hotdogs and sharing a drink

he holds the door for her. Her hand trails across his but as she passes him.

leaning on the railing a woman with two handbags talks into her cell…

the boats engine rumbles voices merge in chattering chorus

cool breeze from open window drifts across my face

a string of green lights trim the bridge as if two trees with red stars atop each tree

the two ferries pass each other lights aglow in the night

men refold their newspapers

I stifle a yawn

Spiderman reader turns a page

newspapers are refolded again

“all crew members, please prepare for docking ,all crew members, prepare for docking”

newspapers go into the trash can a few passengers stroll to the end of the boat

intent redhead continues to read Spiderman engrossed

passengers voices compete with the sound of the engine

the ferry approaches the dock and remaining passengers move forward seats are empty now

“all ashore
all passengers
must leave the boat
at this time
all ashore please
all ashore”

the clock flashes 10:56 PM 07/24/06

toddlers voice pierces my ears

sunflower

Just a Few Thoughts

Had a lousy morning, my last appointment with my psychiatrist he’s transferring me to another doctor feel depressed and stressed about that am not looking forward to meeting a new doctor. I went and saw Peter afterwards and my day got much better I was feeling very upset and weepy Peter was very comforting he put needles in my ears and gave me one of his beautiful energy blessings (he doesn’t call them blessings but that’s how they make me feel), then I went to Rock Star where I spent the afternoon looking at rocks the store owner noticed my hand was hurting and found some crystals for me to hold to ease the pain it worked to. The first one he handed me was a clear quartz it gave me prickles from my scalp to my ankles, and it has a very intense personality then he handed me a pair of green stones with burl type markings one for each hand they had a much calmer quieter energy. Last he handed me a pair of creamy yellow and white stone that he said come from caves their energy was very soft and soothing which I thought was odd because I didn’t expect a rock to feel soft. He compared their feeling to chicken soup.

Lily

This piece was done in photoshop.

Collage

A collage I did a while back mixed media it was part of an art therapy project.

Warm

Haiku aspirations
Wilt
In summer heat
Carolyn Morgan copyright 2005
Used with permission


I ran an errand just two blocks away I feel wilted it is HOT out there. Humid hot and the air smells stale outside and it stinks of diesel and I don’t know what. I am not getting much done mostly just sitting in front of the fan.

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Long Day

Spent the entire day yesterday at the doctors, took my poor son with me because I was planning on going to YJ Harmonys’ meditation http://www.harmonyj.com/events/harmonyjevents.html afterwards I didn’t even come close it had been over for couple of hours by the time I was finished. I don’t understand how going to the doctors and sitting in a chair for five hours doing nothing can be so exhausting. When I left I was so tired I felt like sitting down in the middle of the street and crying, I came home and lay down to tired to undress I went to sleep still wearing my blue jeans and my glasses.

The cat woke me up walking on the bed beside me when she curled up next to me I remembered that I don’t have a cat anymore. I got up and visited Beyond the Fields We Know http://kerrdelune.blogspot.com/ she has some beautiful posts I would look at each post and think the same thing “oh wow, beautiful!” I started laughing at myself for being so repetitive.

Taking a Moment to Catch Up

It's been a crazy week on the downside. I've been given notice I have to move the end of this month, finding housing in New York is hard enough without my nonexistent budget.
On the plus side, I saw a black bear this week in the yard will visiting friends and that night. About one o'clock, I got to see a flying squirrel was absolutely adorable with the biggest eyes( yes,good things can happen when you have insomnia).
Last night, I went to Peter's workshop it was the perfect thing for a stressful week a completely beautiful experience. I am looking forward to the next one on July 21th Friday at 7:00 pm at A.R.E.
A friend of mine sent me an email with this link, its worth a visit. http://blueballfixed.ytmnd.com/

How I entertain myself when I can't sleep

My sleeping pills quit working and I have been having insomnia worse than usual for the last couple weeks doing good to get three or four hours of sleep the night Tuesday it I didn't get any sleep again at 4 a.m. I got up to use the bathroom looked in the mirror and decided my hair was impossible and that I had to do something about it immediately groping in the dark so not wake anyone. I managed to find a pair of scissors. Not sharp, but still scissors and quickly gave myself a haircut. Then I went back to bed hoping in vain for couple hours sleep. That morning as soon as my sister-in-law was awake I begged to her to rescue me. I didn't leave her much to work with, but fortunately for me, she's good with the scissors its the shortest I've ever worn my hair a little bit of adjustment going from long hair to short short. But I think I'm liking it and even better, my doctor told me to take Clonazpam before I go to bed last night I had eight beautiful hours of sleep.

Paths

paths I have taken

leave me in confusion

One Deep Breath

Succulent

Summer stillness

warm breezes

blue sky, fluffy clouds
juicy green oval
sweet fragrant juice

dripping down my chin


I've had several requests for information about working with Photoshop so I've written directions on how I added type to this picture here at the Inspired Pen

Pond

For Endment in celebration.

Spilling Beauty

For poetry go to Poetry
Thursday

For Tuesday

Digital portrait for the Tuesday challenge a little late.

Lily Of The Valley

Something for Sunday

Digital collage

Brown Sugar

Washed my hair with brown sugar this morning what can I say... I know too weird. I mentioned to my sister-in-law that every time I washed my hair. I get a rash because I am allergic to soap. She told me about Curly Girl. Curly Girl avoids the use of soap because of the damage soap does to one's hair. The book has instructions and recipes for revitalizing one's hair and improving the curl. I'm throwing out my shampoo. My sister-in-law's advice is not only helping me with my allergy but also improving my hair. The brown sugar scrub worked wonders on my hair if you feel adventurous enough to try it use half brown sugar and half conditioner scrub your scalp thoroughly and rinse. The whole time I was washing my hair. I kept thinking about ants. I rinsed my hair extra careful. After you wash your hair with brown sugar my sister-in-law also sent me this link, maybe you'd like to try the Brown Sugar Vanilla Body Scrub recipe actually I haven't tried this one but it sounds interesting. I bet it smells good.

Flower Child