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Enough snow!

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Well, a couple feet of snow fell on my lawn today.   I haven’t gone out, tomorrow.  I just opened the door, looked, and slammed it.  It is still snowing.   Yup!   Tomorrow it will be fun shoveling the car out of it.

Spent the day working on my first pet portrait.  By the time I went to bed last night I had the eyes, and that was enough to make me feel good.   I’ve never tried doing this before.  I have rarely, if ever, painted real animals.   Painting from a photograph that the details get blurred when you zoom it.

At least I can tell it’s a Corgi, and I think I’ve captured his big personality.  But fur?  That’s for another day.   I am learning from last weeks painting over tantrum to just leave it and relook at it in the morning.

I really don’t mind all the snow, as long as I don’t have to go out in it.  Thursday morning, I do.    That will depend on how they are doing tomorrow with snow removal.   There’s a shitload of snow to find a place for!

Had a very relaxing day, was one with myself, painting.  It was nice not to have to fight off the itty bitty shitty committee that resides in my head.  Well, a little.  But not totality.  That’s progress.

On this 14th day of March, I’m excited to think that winter is almost over.  It’s much easier to say that looking at the date then out the window.

Hope you had a great day!   Blessings!

 

Music, painting, and life!

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I’m listening to “Into the Mystic” (Van Morrison).   Love this song, and am reminded of many moons ago bombing around town in the jeep with all the doors off, and my dog happily in the back seat eye balling everyone and everything.   This music reaches into my soul and says “Life is good, maybe not perfect, but I am alive, and that’s better than the alternative”…. but many religious people would beg to differ.   Is it?

Music is such an important part of my life.   When I get pounded down by life’s hardships, when I’m at my lowest, I can always go back and think of the last time I listened to music….   It’s related.   Music is one of the best remedies for my mental illness woes.

I’m painting.  Not well, but I’m painting.    I’ve been struggling lately (forever a head case) but as soon as I sit down, music blaring in background, and pick up a brush, I am settled, centered, peaceful.  I am VERY VERY grateful for this.   I try to turn off the inner critic that lives LARGE in my head, sometimes I’m successful, sometimes not.  It’s nice to have an escape.   It feels good.  Now if I could only figure out how to masking tape SHUT the inner critics mouth!

Autumn is fast approaching.   We have almost no color, but I guess it’s early yet.  The air is changing, and the geese are flying South.  This is my favorite time of year.  New England in the Fall is picturesque.   I love to bomb on back roads during foliage, as it looks like you’re driving into a kaleidoscope.   It really does!  No, I’m not on shrooms.   Not for a long while, smirks.

My girlfriend was visiting from Omaha for a few days.  It’s really nice to see her, and always good to talk.   It’s also really nice to have the company.  Dropped her off at the airport today and on the way home stopped in Michael’s to pick up canvas.  3 for the price of one!   Woohooo!

Hope you’re enjoying good health, moods and making room and time for some passion!

Faith, Love, Brody

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I’m often asked “How do you choose what you write about?”  Well, that’s easy…whatever is on my mind!   Typically something will happen that will trigger thoughts during that day, other times I share on what ails me, pleases me.

One safe topic is the weather and we are having BEAUTIFUL weather here in Vermont.  Low 70’s, blue skies, a nice breeze that feels like silk on my skin.  The dogs are delighting in it as well, hanging out the windows of my jeep, running around like banches having fun.  The signs of winter have passed and far from my mind, well except saying that!   Trees and bushes are budding, flowers are breaking soil and just for this day I am grateful to be living in Vermont.

For the past decade or more I have had blue birds living in a few of my birdhouses outside.  This year, not.   I have only seen one blue bird, that’s it.   The houses are already filled with nut hatchers and I haven’t quite determined the other one, but I know the two do not like each other.  One so much larger than the other and a bully!

Today I’ve been thinking about faith, spirituality, that which we cannot see under microscopes or touch with our hands – Trust, reaching out our hands in the dark.   I have been fortunate (or conscious?) to have had many spiritual awakenings, moments that tell me, unequivocally, there is more than where we are right now.  There is existence following death, it changes drastically, but it’s there.  I take great comfort in this.  I can tell the days where my attitude is in need of tweaking as this is the time I begin to question that which I know.  That’s when I need to reach deep within myself to get past the crap and into the comforting.   I know when the darkness of depression veils it’s ugliness over me as I lose all sense of hope, faith, peace.   Sometimes I believe others think (hell at times I’ve thought) that I should be able to pull myself out of the throws of depression.  If only.   If only.   It’s something I wouldn’t wish on anyone, well maybe one evil bitch, but that’s it!  I didn’t ask to be born into this.   It has swallowed up many days of my life, too many.   Right now I’m free of it, and on the bad days (I’ve had a couple whoppers of late) I am so fearful that it’s returning.  Am I doing everything I can to help myself?  What can I do to help myself?   My therapist ‘reminded’ me today that the excuse I had to cancel my session on Wednesday was not acceptable.  Gulps.   I thanked her for the phone call and the reminder and told her I’d see her Wednesday!   Smiles.  My psychiatrist reminds me that I tend to stop doing the very things that help me, thus my entering into dangerous territory.   True.

Today it’s easy for me to have faith, I’m feeling well physically, mentally, emotionally and everything outside reminds me of mother nature which is dear to me.  Well maybe not skunks.   I drove past one which was road kill this morning and thought I was going to toss my cookies.  Perhaps THIS will be the year none of my animals get sprayed!   Wouldn’t that be nice?

loyal companionI’m missing my Australian shepherd, my Brody.   It’s been a little over a year since he passed.   He loved being outdoors.  Even in his old age (just shy of 13) he could no longer chase the Frisbees or tennis balls, but he would drag them around in his mouth.  Comical, and sweet.   He was awesome, truly awesome.  Sometimes my mom and my friend Robin get to talking about him and we get laughing hysterically.  He was very smart, you’d have to have met him and spent time with him to understand the depth of what I am saying.  He was almost human at times.   He was one of a kind and like all our pets, can never be replaced.   The one steady comfort that helps me to accept his passing was that he had one unbelievable life.  He really did.  He never knew kennels, he was seldom alone and he was a celebrity of sorts in the small town I live in.   I had a studio and gift shop next to the post office which he and my mother would open all week.  He greeted people outside as they were walking into the post office.   His agility, speed and talent of catching tennis balls in mid air (we’re talking using a ball thrower, fast) resulted in cars pulling over to watch him.    The pet store in the next town over said it was because of Brody that he has sold so many ball throwers!   He was known by kids, adults.   One day when I drove by the high school in the next town over he was hanging out the window (his favorite speed was 30-35) and a bunch of kids were waving and screaming his name “Brody!  Brody!”  I had no idea who they were but they surely knew him!

Time to get back to work.  Haven’t decided which task I’m going to tackle next, too many to list!

Ramblings of a lazy one

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I feel perplexed.  Should I write about my lack of motivation, feeling stuck?  Or should I find a positive topic to write on?  Ahh, yes, I hear the mental gurus saying “Positive, do positive, talk about the positive!”    If only life didn’t throw out to us the sucker punches.

It is always safe to talk about the weather and we are enjoying incredibly beautiful weather in New England.  The sun has been shining, temperatures have been between 60-75 with the softest of breezes that cool from the heat of the sun.  I wish we could have this weather through summer, but if wishes were horses we would all ride, eh?

With little motivation I feel like I’ve been on vacation but with guilt!    I remember when I worked for others my vacations were spent catching up on things on the house, first, then fun.   I certainly have plenty to do.  How about getting the canvases and frames off the porch and into the sweet shed that stores some of my art, supplies?  Then I can pull my treadmill down and so that it is actually usable?  How about painting the kitchen cabinets in which I have put on unfinished scrolled wooden pieces a year ago?  My plan?  To paint them, antique them, I can see it, I just haven’t done it!   How about finishing the Tuscan mural on one of my kitchen walls?   Wouldn’t it be nice to walk downstairs in the morning and seeing it finished?   Like most, I could go on and on.   The one thing I do like about finishing projects that have been long standing is the feeling of accomplishment is so much greater than that of new.   At least that is true for me.   The unfinished projects reside quietly in the corner of my mind, always there, always reminding me, always readily available, offering me ammunition should I want to beat on myself!

My memory has been thwarted.  I am seeing a difference in my sight.   I will sit down to bead and not being able to decipher as to colors and size .  This isn’t particularly good for an arteest!    I must admit, I find great comfort in sorting the beads, however.  I find it particularly soothing.

Another $35 and I’ll have paid for my new used “toro” lawnmower.   I think this is the first lawn mower I ever bought.   It’s as exciting as acquiring new canvas, brushes, beads…NOT!   I do look forward, however, to walking the distance of my acreage.   It will serve to sort of reacquaint me with the land I work hard to pay for.  Okay, so maybe I am not lazy if I am looking forward to yard work?

This weekend I plan to fire up the gas grill, throw on some burgers, dogs (not the German Shepherd or Terrier), having friends down to join in the fun.    Not fond of vegetables at the moment, I am looking forward to grilling them, which I will then eat in excess.   

Hope you are having a great day filled with sunshine and warmth.   I hope your day is filled with good news, comfort from the difficult and laughter overcoming all.   Now I will quote Paul Harvey “Good day!”   Oh wait, was that Newman?

Country girl…

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Having just licked my fingers for the remainder of the butter that was on my english muffin… the same English muffin that I also frosted with sugar free jelly… I acknowledged to myself the ridiculousness of this.   I like butter.  I don’t want to eat plastic (margarine) or the supposed butter clones that are healthier, I want butter!   I love butter!  It’s sort of like going to a restaurant and having French fries, fried seafood and a diet pepsi.

As a kid in grade school my best friend’s parents owned a dairy farm.   We would frequently visit the area where the vats of fresh milk were and skim the top of the milk, thus whipped cream.  It was better than ice cream.   I’m sure now the Department of Agriculture would frown on this, or worse yet, fine you.

Why am I sharing these mundane details of my day?    Well, yesterday, on my way home from running errands I was totally aware of and enjoying my surroundings.   I love going by the farms, we have such a beautiful working farm here, generations of family owned “The Miller Farm” that I admire every time I pass.   They used to put vegetables out for sale and a tin can for you to pay for them.  With my hands firmly on the steering wheel, sitting up straight, I existed and were “in the moment”.   I love the country.   The authenticity test of loving country life is a smile at the smell of manure (well, I admit, sometimes it’s enough to make me gag).   The smell of freshly mown hay, grass, the sighting of farm animals, wildlife, nature, running brooks, dirt roads, chimneys bellowing smoke lending warmth to it’s creator, wood piles, well they are not only a daily sighting in my life, some a staple in it.    I feel secure within the mountains and I love the energy they emit.  I am a country girl and I love Vermont.

I have spent time in cities, 30 other states.  I appreciate and seen many different ways of life, culture of others.   I feel the busy energy as I am first driving into Boston, New York City and the many others cities I have visited.  The fast pace hustle and bustle holds within it evidence for all five senses, smell being my least favorite.   I have been gifted with a trip to Newfoundland, Canada, a cruise in the Caribbean.  I visited the Myan Ruins in Tulum Mexico, stayed at a 5 star resort and zip lined over a jungle in Mexico.  I have climbed Diamond Head crater on Oahu, Hawaii, and while I am not what you would call a world traveler, I am grateful for where I have been, what I have been privileged to see.    Still, within the scope of all of these beautiful places, upon my return, when I start to see the mountains, signs of country, rural living, I smile,  I am home.  I am a country girl and I love Vermont.

My surroundings are breathtaking and the seasons bring more than a temperature change,  With it comes many chores.    I am no stranger to shoveling or raking snow off from my roofs, chipping ice, sanding and salting my driveway, my walkways, throwing wood into the pickup, throwing it out, stacking it and gathering kindling, starting a fire.   I am no stranger to the hazards of driving on what others may consider primitive style roads.  I own a lawn mower, a wheel barrel, this contraption that they call a “snake” to help unclog drains, pipelines.  I drive a jeep, and truly enjoy venturing into the woods with my furries in the back seat.  The quiet, the beauty, the sights all breathe joy into my lungs.  I have reluctantly participated in the cleaning of chickens that my father and sister just slaughtered and plucked, fed livestock and more.  I drive 40 minutes or so to the nearest mall, and 15 or 20 minutes to the closest grocery store or bank.  I grew up in and live in a town which have no street or traffic lights, that have volunteer firemen.  A flashlight is one of the survivor tools of the trade, particularly on a midnight run to the outhouse!    I own and operate a saws, hammers, screw drivers and my favorite, a wrecking bar.  My tools that may surprise you.  I have fished for dinner and brought home pizza, have camped in the wilderness in just a sleeping bag underneath the stars and skinny dipped in ponds and lakes at dusk.   I have tiled floors, wall papered and painted walls, sanded floors, dug out walkways and laid 20″ heavy blocks.   I know what it’s like to live in the country, to be self sufficient.   I also know what it’s like to be so fed up with Winter that I swore I would never live through another winter in New England.  Just when we’re all about to jump ship, put a “For Sale” sign on my house, just when we’re climbing the walls and suffocating in cabin fever, spring will show welcomed signs of its arrival, of rebirth and the changed attitude “I can do this, I can do this”.   As soon as the weather is warm enough to go outside in just a sweatshirt (well, jeans too!) the memories of the harshness of the past winter fade away and are replaced with the awe of the new season.    Our backs may heal from the shoveling but are once again tested with rakes, hoes, and again shovels if gardening.   I have grown vegetables and eaten cucumbers and tomatoes right off the vine and delighted in fresh eggs that bring with them the most beautiful color of yellow you can imagine, and the tastiest of eggs.    I have eaten venison, sugared off (making maple syrup) with family, with friends and enjoyed what we New Englander’s call “Sugar on Snow”.  Yes, I know what it’s like to do physical work, to maintain my home, my land to the best of my ability through the trials and tribulations of all four seasons, living, surviving independently and reveled in the benefits, the outcome of all.  Yes, I am a country girl and I love Vermont.

I have owned rabbits and chickens, dogs and cats, ridden horses, ponies and a mule.  I have climbed trees, rode a toboggan down a steep hill, skied the prettiest of mountains, skated on frozen ponds and once fell partially into freezing water and was thankfully rescued.   I’ve cooked marshmallows and hot dogs on a stick that I cut in the woods and dined in exclusive restaurants atop five star hotels.  I have learned, through experience, that I am allergic to bees.   I have been bit by dogs, nipped by horses, been stuck in the mud, the snow, and have walked out of a boot barefoot, from the boot being sucked into the mud with such grip that I was unable to pull it out.      I’ve walked on railroad tracks, walked in the rain and been on a lake in an aluminum boat when a thunderstorm has rolled in.  I’ve picked apples and pears, strawberries, peas, clipped pussy willows and rhubarb, made the prettiest of wreaths and florals from materials hunted in the woods or my own yard.    Yes, I am a country girl and I love Vermont.

When I take the time to sit back, to review,  and in this case write about so many things I’ve done, my cheeks pucker upward, a smile comes to my face, I have been blessed.  I am blessed.   Yes, I am a country girl and I love Vermont.

As my joints grow painful, my back amiss, and the cost of living rises, I am not sure that this is where I will always live.      I sometimes long for an easier life, a house on a lake equipped with a rocking horse on the porch and a partner carrying in the wood to start a fire in the stone fireplace.    I sometimes long to have less responsibility, to be able to go back to the archaic “women’s work” and let someone else to the labor.    I sometimes long to trade in my wool lined barn coat for a long cashmere coat, my sorrels for fashion boots, and my hats and gloves for regular, more frequent manicures and pedicures.  I sometimes want to bolt from the challenges that comes with living in the country, and trade my house in for a condo.  I sometimes want to live where I never have to do these chores again.  But you know what?   I will always own cowboy boots, I will always hold dear, of my upbringing and years living in New England, in Vermont.    Don’t get me wrong, however and visual me being a hick from the country who picks my teeth at the dinner table.  I can dress to the nines and hold my own while socializing, and have many times, shocked others when they find out I am a Vermonter.  Not sure what the Vermont stereotype is, but I assure you, while we do have “country folk” who talk with a back hills drawl, many of us are or can be sophisticated, abiding proper dress and etiquette when necessary.  When all is said and done, when I climb into bed and pull the covers up to my neck, I smile, I thank God for the life I have known, living in rural New England.  I am a country girl, and I love Vermont.  I so love Vermont!   ♥♥♥

 

Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow

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Today’s lesson:   Routines are grounding for me.  It’s a good thing!

Today’s Gratitude:   That I don’t have to go out in this storm

In lieu of this big old storm, I wrote the first paragraph in white!   Wasn’t that a great opening?  Because we are in the middle of a “winter storm warning”, and have gotten a foot so far and it’s still coming…. I have a one day reprieve on the deadline I’ve been working for.   Yippee!   I like when it snows because it’s warmer, it has to warm up some to snow.

This year I made it to February until the snow plow took out my mail box…. Every year…..     I see these people who board up theirs, some even put springs on theirs.   So far the mail box is still in tact but it’s hanging off the post… Will go get it later.

The snow really is beautiful.  Having to move my jeep [for the snowplow] I went around the block with the dogs.   I love seeing fresh snow.  It is so clean, and quiets the earth.   Cars do not sound as loud, nothing does.  It’s serene.   Shoveling, not so much!  It’s a reminder for me to make quiet reflective time for myself available more often.   We all need quiet time.  We all need our alone time… today is mine.

In the quiet of the morning when I was painting I sat smiling.   There is no phone ringing, no one knocking at my door, I am one with the furries and it is so peaceful.   I have found myself in a routine in the morning which makes me feel good.   Probably sounds miniscule but trust me, my chaotic mind made that impossible.  So grateful my a-d-d meds are working.  So very grateful.

Only two months to go until Spring!  Though I shall never forget the snowstorm we had in April 1977.  I think we got a two to three feet.  We were without power for days, schools were cancelled, the world stopped.    So, until the end of April, I walk lightly and keep my boots accessible.

I hope you are having a good day, and if participating in this snow storm, that you are safe.   I appreciate our police and firemen who are out and about to protect and serve us in rain, sleet or snow.  Thank you!  ♥

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Happy “day after” Christmas

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Okay, so my mood is better than it was last night, but far from stellar.   I have corn bread casserole in the oven, perhaps comfort food, sitting by a warm fire, watching it snow outside and knowing I don’t have to go out in it, will lift my spirits even more.

The day after Christmas.  So much less stressful, calling than the day after Thanksgiving.   One more holiday to go and the holiday season is behind us….. woot woot!  I actually feel bad feeling this way!   It is what it is, what it is, what it is.

Did you see pictures of the pile up on the PA Turnpike?  Yowser.   Thankfully no deaths were reported, though some of the vehicles looked pretty hairy.   Sending prayers that all will recovery fully.  Cars can be replaced…   Let’s see, how many cars have I owned?   By order of ownership:       1974 Subaru Coupe, 1981 Subaru Coupe (new), ????Renault,  Pontiac Fiero (new),  Toyota Corolla, Subaru Wagon, Honda Prelude (new), 1986 VW Jetta, 1995 VW Jetta, Honda Odyssey, Subaru Legacy Wagon, Jeep Liberty……………….. and your list?  Next week we’ll talk about how many people we have had…….for tea!  Yah, that’s it…. had over for tea! 🙂 

How long do you think the line is, currently, at your local Walmart’s customer service (return) counter?   I don’t plan to find out!   I do have returns, but not today…

That’s all for today folks……….  Happy day after Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

First major snowstorm of the season!

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I slipped my “extreme weather snow boots” from LL Bean on, tucking the cuffs of my sweat pants into the boots.   Pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head and ponytail, tied that into place, threw on my barn coat (also LL Bean…. both of these are at least 12 years old and look like they are only a couple of years old), and workmen’s gloves.    Each boot weighs a minimum of five pounds, I swear, and when they are on your feet, well, multiply x two!   Off I go…

I start cleaning off my front porch, steps, walkway.   Not doing too badly, until I back into the corner where the rose bushes overgrew into the railing.  I thought they were so pretty there, I left them.  Well, they’re not so pretty when you back into them, they get tangled around my ankles and clinging to my butt which, fortunately was covered with the canvas of the barn coat.   After getting myself out of this predicament, I let Lilly out.  She hates the snow, but she loves being outside.  I figured she would hang on the porch, watch me work, and be blissful.  Instead she runs to the stairs, jumps and jumps into snow that is 4″ shy of covering her entirely.  There she was, with her raspberry colored wool sweater, stuck.  She looks back at me… HELP MOMMA!   I go and rescue her, put her back on the porch, start shoveling the walkway.   It’s heavy snow, in areas near the driveway where it had started to melt some, there was slush.   “I love New England, I love New England, I love New England”… I kept telling myself with every shovel full of snow.  My jeep is plowed in, not that that will be a problem, but getting to it will be a challenge.

I make it to the driveway, now it’s time to shovel out the mailbox.   This is slush, then heavy snow.   “I love my life, I love my life, I love my life”…I kept telling myself with every shovel full of slush.

As I walk towards the rear walkway, well, what was a walkway yesterday, I looked to my right.  I forgot to move my gas grill yesterday in preparation for the storm.  It is plowed in.   Now I’m upset.     How the hell am I ever going to salvage it?  I wanted to blame the snow plower but come on… this is MY deal.  I’m upset with myself for forgetting to move it.

I decide it’s time to take a break, which is unheard of in my family.  You just work work work until you drop.  While I was drinking a glass of water, rubbing the pain out of my knees and back I started to think about Brody and how humorous he was in the snow.  Particularly right after a storm that dumped lots of that white stuff!.   He kept me entertained while I shoveled.   Oh how I miss that boy.   He was one extraordinary dog, he was my boy, he was my Brody.   It will be a year next month since I put him to sleep.  He was ready though, he let me know a couple of days before.  My Brody.

I trudge into my house, drink a cold glass of water and rest in preparation for the next chapter of snow removal.  “I love the winter, I love the winter, I love the winter” I kept telling myself as I rubbed the pain out of my back and knees.      I start to think about what I can do for myself that would make this easier.   Part of my therapy has been focusing on being nice to myself, being kind to myself, being forgiving of myself.    This is the beginning of a long 3-4 months of snow storms, I have to get my head into a good space with this or it will be a miserable winter.

I sat down at the computer, pull up facebook and message my neighbor.  “May I hire Joe to shovel my back walkway?”   A few minutes later when I hung up the phone from talking to my mom “Donna, do what you can, but remember, the more you get done today the easier it will be as it will freeze”…. I hear a knock on my door.   It is my neighbor, Michelle.  Her and Joe (and Corbin, an all American boy boy!) had already shoveled my back walkway, do I need help with anything else?   I look up, “Thank you God, thank you for nice neighbors”.   By the time I got my boots on and went back outside Joe had crawled over a 5′ high pile of snow.  He shoveled out the grill, pulled it back to the tree, where it fairs well for the winter, back away from ground that needs snow plowing.   They wouldn’t take any money, were happy to help me.   Many times Michelle had said to me “If you ever need anything we are just up back”.   I sit smiling, I sit with my chest full of warmth at the kindness, the help shown to me.  Thank you Michelle & Joe, and thank you Corbin!

It’s time to clean off the jeep and pull it out into the driveway.   This didn’t seem like much of a task now that I knew the shoveling was all done.    I wipe off what I can, the jeep is too high to get it off the roof, so I usually will go on a back road and let it blow off before I go on a main road, but that isn’t always doable.   Main roads are plowed first, of course.     I get into my jeep, put the key in the ignition, put it in 4 wheel drive, reverse.  I go forward a couple of feet, put it in reverse again, go back a few feet, go forward and with a humungous smile on my face I drove right through the 30-40″ of snow that the plow had left.   “I love my jeep, I love my jeep, I love my jeep!” I kept telling myself followed by “I love my neighbors, I love my neighbors, I love my neighbors”.

After kicking off my boots, throwing my wet and balled with snow sweats over the shower curtain, I am now snuggled in with my furried kids.  I am going to try to forgive myself for sleeping in so late, for having a sink full of dishes that need to be done and a pile of laundry that I was going to do yesterday.   “I love myself, I love myself, I love myself” I kept telling myself, as I was kind and forgave myself for being human.

As I look out the window with a glass of juice in hand, my lips curl up at the sides.   Snow?  Snow?  Snow?   BRING IT ON!  Well, Okay, could you wait a couple weeks?????  “I love New England, I love New England, I love New England”….

 

Childhood in rural New England….

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Childhood in rural New England....

With the preparation for my Christmas Open House behind me, and my butt dragging today, this is about the only thing I accomplished. I saw this old sled at an antique shop… had already painted the plywood skate. I envisioned this a couple of weeks ago but haven’t had the time nor energy to do it. Today, I threw it all together and I’m happy with the outcome. Rural New England living, depicting my childhood, and what we used to do over Christmas vacation. I am too young to remember bed pans…. so don’t even go there!

Today I shuffled around…beading, crocheting…working up some children’s mittens in wool to felt, only did half of one today, my concentration level was off Lord only knows where. It was a nice relaxing day, though. Tomorrow I jump right back into busyness prepping for a teaching gig this weekend…should be fun.

I have been motivated and inspired by Dr. Wayne Dyer since my early 20’s. Have always found him amazing. Now, with little time or ability (concentration) to read, I have befriended him, Louise Hays on facebook. Their daily affirmations are sensational. These people are so advanced in the spiritual and positive vibes, words, teachings in life, I admire them deeply.
If you haven’t already done so, you may want to friend them…. the knowledge that is shared, cost free to us, is truly a gift.

I guess I won’t be watching “Criminal Minds” past 5pm. Last night I expected to crash when my head hit the pillow. Instead I kept waking myself up, thinking their was someone in my house, in my room. The scarves and robe draped over the door depicted a very tall, broad man with a cape… The reflection of the lamp kept me looking over my shoulder at a burglar with a mask on…. Oh how my imagination runs wild, particularly when I’m plum tuckered out. Finally around 6am I fell fast asleep and got a few hours sleep.

I guess I’ll go crochet for a while. I’m hoping to hit the hay early and get some quality sleep.

Hope you had a great day! ♥

Help, it’s Fall and I can’t give it up!

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<p>The air is warm, the wind is eloquently blowing leaves off the beautifully painted trees.&nbsp; I caught myself today doing the very thing I complain about with others.&nbsp; Old Vermonters would call them “flatlanders”… though I don’t.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On my way home from town I found myself stopping dead in my tracks several times if not to catch a glimpse but also a picture of the beautiful views surrounding me.&nbsp; I love New England (please remind me of that this Winter when I am bitching about it).</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

As I watched the leaves drop from the trees in a manner that was reminiscent of the feather in “Forest Gump”, I found myself smiling, enjoying the perfectly laid out landscape in front of me. This, I said to myself, is living mindfully. Envisioning the fallen leaves as people and things passed, they still lay on the ground as evidence that they were once part of foliage’s prime.  The vibrant, moving colors swaying above and over me with the wind, the reds, yellows, greens of the leaves still clinging to the branches, these are what kept my attention, I looked to this as the “here and now”, the present.  Overhead were grey skies, cloud which I didn’t focus on, just acknowledged.   Even if I wanted to, it would be hard given the colors present surrounding me.  The grey skies signify winter, winter is in in our near future.  Not to be focused on, dwelled on, feared, but again, acknowledged.   Living in the moment, not the past, has been one of my biggest challenges in life.    How do I find balance between the present, the past and the future?

With all my attention on the colorful trees, I took deep breaths, reminded myself of the fragility of the present.   In a few days the trees will be bare, the ground will be covered with foliage gone by, and a new present picture will surround us.   This reminded me that everything, too, shall pass, so enjoy this lovely moment, live in the moment, in the present.

I wonder how many people have not driven on an old back road.  A road so narrow if someone was driving in the opposite direction one of you has to pull over to let the other by.  Ah, country living, I am a country girl for sure.

Inspired by all that has encircled me on this incredible day, I shall now go pick up my paintbrush in hopes that the pulchritudinous of this experience flows from my heart, through my hand, onto canvas….  (Guess what the word of the day was? :))

Todays metaphor: The ground is my foundation, my past; Eyesight, what is in front of me, today; The sky, my future, blurry, obscure, unknown.