In Flanders Fields

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.”

“Take up our quarrel with the foe,
To you from failing hands we throw
the torch.
Be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep though poppies grow
in Flanders Field.”

Colonel John McRae, In Flanders Fields
November 11th – Veteran’s Day in America, Armistice Day, 1918, Remembered

November Morning

Lately I have been struggling with what to say.   My blogs sit gathering dust while I wonder what it is all about. My reason for blogging was to write for myself, and for one other. This is the only reason I have come this far and stayed this long. These past few months have been a carousel of new blogs and old blogs, changing and then staying the same. Somewhere deep in my heart I think my blogging days are numbered.  It is time to write the ideas that keep coming over and over, the words filling my head. They are getting larger and more insistent.

Nothing is certain this morning and by the end of the day I may find myself back at it as if nothing had happened. It could be the fatigue speaking after a night of normally benign asthma descending on me with a ferocity I have not experienced more than a handful of times. My body aches and my muscles are sore from the work of breathing but all is well.

Halloween has come and now November is here. I have yet to sit with my candles. Like everything, my path feels uncertain as well and I wonder at times that I did not turn my back on it all.  The spiritual world is yet another battleground it seems, a battleground larger than most. Each person strives  to be better than the next, judging others and deciding who is worthy and who is not.  How can we allow ourselves to be so arrogant, thinking we can understand the experience of another.  Is it any wonder the people of the world are constantly in conflict.

My words are tired this morning, scattered and filled with some strong emotions. I know things will all fall into place but my mind cannot figure it out at the moment. Funny how things come to you at such times,  turning as I did to see the moon huge and golden shining in the window, almost with a smile on her face. She has seen me like this before and no doubt will again. I am off to bed now and hopefully she will send me dreams. I need dreams soft and soothing to be with me today.

The Love of October

“A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new name
I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in death for a reason
that none of us knows
and the wren laughs in the early shade now
come again shining glance in your good time
naked air late morning
my love is for lightness
of touch foot feather
the day is yet one more yellow leaf
and without turning I kiss the light
by an old well on the last of the month
gathering wild rose hips
in the sun.”

W. S. Merwin

A Brief Thought

It has been a bit slow getting things back to where I want them here. I have been working and am now stricken with the latest bug going around. This will be a good time to sit and putz with the blog and decide what I am going to do. I have had some ideas for the new one and hope to get that in shape as well.

Summer gave way to fall and that changed over to a brief taste of winter, all in a two week time span. The rainy blustery days were accompanied by falling temps and one night of snow fall, coating the trees with a beautiful white glaze. It is gone now and the weekend boasts more seasonal weather to come. The trees are losing their beautiful leaves now, falling at an  unusually fast rate. My tree outside the kitchen turned a beautiful red overnight and two days later it was down, the ground a carpet of crimson.  What was once a landscape filled with color, is now the silhouette of trees truly announcing the coming of winter.

My mind is a bit dull today so I will stop my post here. I just wanted to touch base so those of you visiting did not think I had once again fallen off the face of the earth.

Lovesong From the Mountains

Journey With The Stars

Tonight is one of those rare moments where I am alone.  The hours of this night belong to me and it is a blissful quiet I claim so seldom. The stars are glorious and though I have yet to see a shooting star I have decided it is time to study the sky and the beautiful constellations I am so lucky to view.

I have loved stars since I was a small child, sparkling ones left on the well done paper at school to the ones in the sky. If I had my way my room would have been papered in the constellations and my bedding more of it.  Don’t get me wrong. I loved pink but stars held a fascination like nothing else. Halloween brought my love of stars out the most and it was as if I could see them on the shades of my windows, shimmering against their dark backdrop. I used to think it went away with as that special day ended with a sorrow in my heart I could not name.  I suppose it was a part of me I did not know, even then trying to get my attention, the call of something defining, telling me who I was.  Autumn and Halloween, brought strong connections to me so many years ago. I remember my mother remarking about it and wondering that I never lost my appreciation of the season. Of course I was a busy child  and did not pay as much attention to things. Then I was a busy student, a busy wife and mother and then a student again. Perhaps it is not until we reach a certain point in life when time becomes real, the hands on the clock moving at a different pace, that we stop and take notice.

Tonight the stars are mine, the distractions of the day gone and those around me slumbering.  There is a voice with me tonight telling me to sleep and dream, heard while standing under the stars, carried on the Autumn wind. A  journey with the stars through the night sky is a voice I cannot ignore.

Bombing the Moon

You all know I don’t post causes and such as it’s not my thing. You also know how I feel about the moon so this is mighty upsetting. All I can say is payback could be a force to be reckoned with.

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At the time I am writing this; in 22 hours 54 minutes the impact on the Moon will occur. Here is the Official NASA impact clock and information:

http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/LCR…

I never felt President Obama would see this or respond. This shows what is running our country and it’s not him (As many have said here and on my SAVE THE MOON films).

There are new postings coming in from people that have finally been “illuminated” as to what is going on. We’ve been trying to tell people about this since July 9, 2009, when the SAVE THE MOON promos were aired on You Tube.

Exactly three months to the day, we are finally starting to get noticed by ‘G-Q Public.’

All this time, 42 million to 125 million You Tube viewers were compelled to view more important things such as; Chocolate Rain with over 42 million views, (Which I myself find amusing) and Baby Bites Finger with over 125 million views. SO, here we have enlightened (in three months) the recent tally of 45,964 people, which is about 671 more people than the population of my home town; Roswell, New Mexico!

No wonder NASA and our Government, KNOW they can do whatever they want to do in space and here on earth. Whenever you have an overall attention span of people whose priorities are to watch a Baby Biting a Finger as opposed to a plan to damage the Moon, then it goes without saying that ‘THEY’ have accomplished the dumbing down of the cattle.

I pray nothing serious happens to the Moon. Many of the unenlightened posting comments are for the bombing and claim meteors hit the Moon all the time and what’s the big deal. Their ‘thinking capacity’ limits them from seeing the overall picture. What they don’t seem to get, is that this is the first time the Moon is being “BOMBED” by The United States of America.

All in the quest to find water, which NASA has known about since 1971 and which has already been proven by India.

Tomorrow I will be there filming the Moon in her last peaceful existence until NASA damages her. The sad thing about this, is over 125 million people cared more about seeing a baby biting a finger than finding out our Moon may be damaged causing effects here on earth that are irreversible.

I only hope for the best and that nothing will happen.
Category: News & Politics

The Wanderer

Last night was a typical late night for me. I sat staring at this blog and the new one trying to decide what to do. I hemmed and hawed and finally put my laptop down before I did something rash. Today I am busy, dinner with my brother, I’m cooking, but I think I may restore the posts I moved from this site.  Call me undecided if you will. I cannot get it to feel right. Perhaps in an effort to find myself again, I thought a move would help. It did not help and in fact produced more chaos for me. I will keep both sites but you will have to wait and see what happens to each of them as I have no idea at the moment. It seems the other site should be different, carry some new part of me, but what that part will be I have no idea.

Perhaps it is the turbulent moon but I cannot seem to find satisfaction with things in general, or perhaps it is my feeling of being adrift. That feeling has been a problem over the past year.  Sometimes I think the inner self knows what it wants and where it should be, and when we choose to keep following the same road, because we think we have to, that voice gets louder and more insistent. My inner self knows exactly that and I have realized this is one of the big problems I have struggled with writing. There are others, but my soul needs to connect again and it seeks the other half.  Knowing is half the battle I suppose.

Today however, life goes on and since I have company coming, I have no time to think further, until tonight. I hope the stars will grace me with a few meteors when the sun sets, as last night, while I was greeted with a beautiful sky, moon and stars filling the heavens, there was not a one.  Perhaps like me, they knew where they needed to be, and they fell from the sky to the place of their hearts desire.

Thoughts on the Season

Time passes so quickly it seems. It was Mabon three years ago when I found myself starting something new, beginnings that would lead me down a very different road but one I found strangely familiar. It looks to be a lovely day here and I hope to spend the evening celebrating under the stars. I am up at all hours of course, working on new things, reading and re reading a letter and realizing now how long it has been since I have written one.  September has been a good month for me, full of energy and connection.  All of this continues and it seems I have always loved Autumn, but now more than ever. Autumn has given me many things some close and some far away.

Tonight I am filled with words and have been trying to put them all to the page but there are too many for one night and one person.  I was trying to write a post earlier about the first September three years ago when all of this started for me. I hope to finish it but perhaps not at three am in the morning. I am working on a new site and will be moving most of my things there in the future.I am stumbling about with it all but I hope it will all turn out well. I took  a chance, downloaded the software and I am trying to pretend I know what I am doing.  Even the name of the blog is up in the air right now.

Now I think it is time to go to bed and see if I can once again dream about those I hold in my heart.  Enjoy the Autumn day no matter where life finds you and happy Mabon to you all.

The Roses of September

Morning is here again, a warm September morning with sun and blue skies. I have been sitting here for thirty minutes trying to write about an experience I had this weekend. I have not been able to put it to words try as I might. They do not flow today, those words and my story stumbles along tripping roughly over the twists and turns.  It is best left for later and the words to describe such an experience.  For the moment i will drift off to bed and dream of the roses of September, the ones that wait to bloom after the others are weary from  long summer days. Such beauty is breathtaking as the open to full bloom, embracing the coming of Autumn. Forgive my ramblings. My heart is doing all the talking today.