Thursday, February 26, 2015

Beautiful Snow

OK so you all know how much I *love* winter.  It snowed last night, so I woke up to SNOW.  As light started to peek into my morning it started looking more and more beautiful out there, everything all white with snow.  I sat bundled up in my afghan by the fire watching the light come in and the sun rise.  I finally decided to get my coat, and boots on and venture out.  It was amazing, all white and quiet.  I took my camera and shot like 100 photos of this beauty, here are just a few:

Here is the barn surrounded by trees full of snow

And here is our rooster, Howard, prancing around in the snow

And last but not least the awesome view of the mountains in the distance, framed by the forest of white trees

Did you see all that beauty....what......"no" you say?  I realized when I came inside ,my feet and hands frozen, that I had no memory card in the camera.  I need a freakin' alarm on that damn thing to send me a sign!   So I said "F&%ck it" and curled back up under my afghan by the fire, sipping my tea.  

Saturday, February 21, 2015


Oh, a friend of mine has another wonderful quote I want to hang on to.  I am posting it here so I can read it whenever I desire. I am so fortunate to have such wonderful women friends in my life.  Thanks my friend.

Women have always been healers. They were the unlicensed doctors and anatomists. They were abortionists, nurses and counselors. They were the pharmacists, cultivating healing herbs, and exchanging the secrets of their uses. They were midwives, traveling from home to home and village to village. For centuries women were doctors without degrees, barred from books and lectures, learning from each other, and passing on experience from neighbor to neighbor and mother to daughter. They were called “wise women” by the people, witches or charlatans by the authorities. Medicine is part of our heritage as women, our history, our birthright.
Barbara Ehrenreich & Deirdre English, “Witches, Midwives and Nurses: A History of Women Healers”

Friday, February 20, 2015


I do not like this cold weather.  I moved south to try to avoid the cold.  Now with these cold days, it just makes me want to hibernate and not do anything but sit in front of the fire.  It was 12 degrees yesterday with a cold wind blowing.  I did manage to get out to go exercise, and I bundled up to bring some wood down from the barn.  That was all I could manage yesterday.  I don't like that feeling of being chilled, the kind from which you can never seem to get warm.  I would so rather be in the heat of summer than this cold.

My boys seem to enjoy the cold, and say they would love to live in a colder climate (of course only if we can bring our friends with us).  How did these children come from my body, my DNA?  I wonder if it is because they have never experienced the cold and snow with which I grew up.  They do love to get out and snowboard, so maybe they do just really like the cold.

Either way I am so ready for this cold to be over, spring to be here.  I do have daffodils blooming.  They are probably confused now, wondering what this cold snap is all about.

I guess I didn't move far enough south.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

What to do with an Empty Nest

This was actually the blogging prompt for Monday, but I needed an extra day to gather my thoughts a bit. My boys are growing up, becoming more independent.  But we have never lived our lives in "stages".  There was no transition from grammar school to middle school, or middle school to high school.  No preschool here and no high school graduation.  We have never had "grades" or report cards, no terrible twos or rebellious teen years.  It has always been about living a joyful life, doing what we want to do, learning in the process of living.  Growing as a family and as individuals.  So I have never thought of a cut off, empty nest sort of thing.  The home here feels as much my boys' home as it does mine and Jackson's.  So I don't foresee a sudden empty nest.  I know I will always be in my boys lives and they in mine.

As they grow up, grow older, they do need me less and less, in a hands on type of fashion.  So I do have more time to do the things that light up my world.  Some of these things involve the boys and some do not. So I envision the growing process to be more of the same, them going through periods of needing me more and needing me less.  I am not sure that part has much to do with the physical place in which they live. Maybe some day it will be just Jackson and I, living here at home.  That will be nice and challenging in it's own unique ways.  But I imagine more of a flow to this whole process, just as our lives so far have felt like a flow. And that is just how we love it.

This is a cooperative blogging project, if you would like to read what Nancy has to say about the "empty nest", please visit A Present Moment.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

A Box of Memories

I was dusting the other day and thought I would share this with all of you.  Every time I dust the shelves in my bedroom, which is probably not as often as it should be, I take just a few seconds to open this box and peek at what is inside.  This is a box that used to belong to my mother, one of a couple of "jewelry" boxes she owned.  This one, however, doesn't really contain jewelry, but it contains memories.  And I have not changed the contents at all, it is exactly as it was when she owned it.

The box, I believe, she acquired in Hawaii. Where she, my dad, and my older brother lived, when my dad was in the Army, stationed with the 25th Infantry at Schofield Barracks.  The box is well used, you can see that by all the scratch and wear marks around the clasp, and the loose feel of the hinges, but it is such a beautifully carved box.

And here are pictures of what is inside:

These are pineapple hand crocheted lace curtain pulls.  Growing up we had window shades and my mom would crochet and add the pulls to the center bottom of the shade, to grab and pull down.

This is a dried rose.  I am not sure from what occasion, but important enough for her to save.

This is the bill from the surgeon who preformed the Cesarean when I was born.  $175, LOL.  OK even more of a laugh, insurance covered $7.62.

Anesthesia for the cesarean.  $25 another hoot.

And not to be forgotten, a bill from the pediatrician that attended the cesarean.  $25, the cheapest of all.  Another funny is that 22 years later after I graduated college with my BSN, I worked for a couple of years in Maine, in pediatrics and worked with Dr Howard, very smart pediatrician. 

This is a necklace that my mom bought when we took a trip to Florida, I think she purchased this in the Everglades.  Beautiful beadwork.

OK a pair of lace gloves.  I never saw my mother wear these, and I really have no idea if she made them or purchased them or someone else made them for her.  But they are beautiful.

And lastly, two sets of baby diaper pins, not sure whose these were.  I had similar ones when my boys were babies.  Also in the photo is one of my butter bars. I was commissioned in the Army as a Second Lieutenant, and I guess somewhere along the line she kept one of those.  And lastly in the picture is a little shiny crystal.

Hope you enjoyed peeking into my mother's memory box as much as I do.  :-)  Have a wonderful day all!

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

"I Carry Her"

A friend of mine shared this during our Imbolc Women's Circle the other night, and it was just one of those things I had to take a minute to absorb.  It gave me chills.  I am posting it here for others to see and so I can always locate it.  I tracked it down on her facebook page and found a little more information, but have no other info except this.  And I LOVE IT!