Shadow Shot Sunday...Companion...

Welcome to Shadow Shot Sunday, Sunday in Australia you know. For those who adore a musical backdrop, due to blogger complications, you must click on my playlist pop-out and it will direct you to my music, then minimize to hear the works of masters as you surf through the shadows of friends all over the globe through Hey Harriet's meme.

A vision of ornery, my sweet heathen Scratchy...my bud!

In shadow

a wee hope awaits

companion

spirit generating

love

trust

duty

faith immeasurable

complex emotion

binding heartstrings

scheming innocence

love without guilt

testing my stride

wrangling my mental discord

seeking your path

to contrary ends

our pack of two

a ram'bling course of constants

I will always come home to you

you will always be there for me

companions.

Life without music...what if...

How lonely would those beautiful horizons be without the music of the masters to guide your path, to inspire your being...to put you in the groove...

Now go to my sidebar and click on the pop-out button of my playlist, my list will pop up, click the play button, then minimize to the bottom of your screen...

Ahhhh...I told you, now let yourself go...imagine a world without the sounds of beautiful music...

Such an inspiration to me, to be lulled by the notes and rhythms of passion into sunrise and sunset...I couldn't do it without it.

It guides me to the simple beauty of a hillside, the genius of creation, the fulfilment of sensations broadcast to my psyche every moment in my time.

To view horizons in someone else's genius is what my music does to me...it gives me cause to write and to paint this world I adore, as the song of a house finch sings a melody of nature so sweet and glorious to mine ear.

Why..............

What is going on with E Blogger these days??? I just can't convey a message totally without my beautiful music...what will the Shadow Shots be without the inspiration of delicate tunes to guide you through the poetry? It seems to be a problem all over the blogs that have a Playlist.

Not only that, my paragraphs disappear, making it one huge blob to read...see, it happened again today...I hate that. Has the blogging system gotten too big, I worry that they will start charging us at any moment, as more and more turn to the Internet for their information. Our local newspaper has shrunk to invisible size, making the print impossible to read, but I have noticed that the articles aren't so biased to one side or the other, desperation for readers I guess.

But I'm so thankful for the Internet and the blog community...it just goes beyond infinity...where Will it end...probably in the pocketbook of the middle class, just like everything else.

I haven't been blogging as much lately, as I'm preparing for a new septic system...argh...which will plow right through the middle of my flower gardens, so like it or not I've been relocating my posies to a more secure area...you know men and their big toys, when it comes to a woman's garden, there are no boundaries, so praise the Gods for the warmer weather and easy digging.

WTF...bye, bye victory gardens...

My little victory garden, last years' crop, may soon be a thing of the past as the FDA is now trying to wipe out the competition, saying it's too hard to monitor where the food comes from, how it's handled and if it contains salmonella bacteria. Say good bye to the farmers' markets, as they will directly be affected.

I don't recall any recalls from the organic food distribution coops, do you. But again the big lobbyists from the pharmaceutical industry want organics to go away so they can continue to poison the planet with their toxic chemical concoctions and their pages of side effects...what about the cure...is there one? Hell no, they don't want you cured, they want you sick and withering, afraid of death and the big' C' word, frightened people will do anything for a cure. And you think the Nazi surgeons performed atrocities on the Jews, just what do you think the drug industry is doing to you...once you're in the system, they can force you to swallow anything...and they thought Clinton was a bad thing...ha!

Monsanto is also behind this lobbying...you know the one, the huge toxic giant that was forced to stop selling some of it's deadly toxins in the US, but continues to sell to third world countries...hmmmm...not to worry, they still have plenty of toxins to poison the states...enter ROUNDUP...

Has government gotten too big and stupid, when they take the food right out of your mouth...when you are trying to make changes that will effect everyone worldwide, they fight you on every turn. All we can do is keep protesting and be a part of the change that will come, it just takes time to ferret the weasels out of the hen house, but sooner or later you win, if only in the dark recesses of your basement where green lights grow crops without the health benefits of the sun...I guess it's better than nuttin'...the future of a police state in the United States of America...oh, yes...did I mention the land of the free...

A Bit O the Green...

Ahhh...a bit o the green on this St. Patty's day and with o bit o the luck, we will truly be in the spring mode now, with snow just a thing of the past. The fresh smell of Grass candles lingers in the air, reminding that we will soon be bitching about how fast the grass is growing...right...


Well, I don't know about you, but I've been rearranging furniture like a mad woman...pulling up rugs that keep my floors warmer in the Arctic deep freeze, allowing wood floors to gather in the warmth of the sun, as he trips higher in the sky warming all around. New growth and frost melting, brings a sense of life once again to my dead estate.


I'm sure things have been moving 'round up at Sisters' too, so tomorrow I'll venture that-a-way to see what's happ'nin up there. Barb never fails us, her die-hard attitude and constant quest for 'new stuff' is enough to lure me in. And for those of us that live close enough to frequent her stores...we shop till we drop...right Anita?!

I'm just having the worst conflict in my life...change all my beautiful golden oak pieces to deep, rich aged varnish pieces like the piece below...I'm just drawn to that look these days...is it the Gypsy in me, is it the bordello look that I long for that just suits this lil' pink shack, or is it the way Barb has this piece displayed that makes me drool over such a piece??? All the pieces I have have been with me forever, pieces that I could never afford to replace these days...well, so that stated, I think I'll just accessorize a little more decadently and leave well enough alone.

But I did notice in Magnolia Pearls' book, she has a few pieces in black that are to die for...maybe, just maybe...but black is still selling really well for me...no don't worry, I'm not gonna paint them.

So enjoy Spring ladies...time to open the windows and refresh...ahhhhh..

PS...for some reason they are having trouble with the Playlist, so no music until they get it resolved...bummer, right!

Life is good...a walk in Nature...

Ahhhh...spring...not quite here yet, but the yard work has begun. Owning a pet is so rewarding. Not only do you have a constant companion, but free fertilizer...let the games begin.




I have always owned large dogs, but after years of clearing land mines from my yard and my mower battling great, green mounds placed strategically under each carefully poured pile, I decided it was going to be a small breed for my next companion...enter the Cairn Terrier.

Ah, yes, the designated pee-space...good dog! She is so territorial when it comes to her space, using two areas in the yard, making it most convenient for me to find those treats left behind.

Ahhh, a day in the life of a pet owner...have a great day...

Shadow Shot Sunday...This One Path

drifting

dreaming

fading

a turtle dove beckons

gossamer hopes channel daylight

shimmering delicate flotsam

I awaken

immersing

resonating

dissolving rapture into daylight

a still life of

silent healing waters

flowing into the eye of the night

I take back this new dawn

these seeds of hope

calling a secret encounter

to a white dove

a reformation

a symbol of hope and reclamation

what if these wings of hope were black...

tripping through shadow

a lifetime

without a story

without a dream

I too know of this shadow

this reaper of souls

I am woman

I am white

I hold this ancestral shame

yet I drift not alone

into these crystalline hopes

a gazing ball of rainbow hues

futures diffused

hands and shoulders entwined

in spirit

on this one path...

Last night I watched the new movie 'Australia' and drooled profusely over Hugh Jackman the star...and who wouldn't...but I am saddened how we as a culture have treated our indigenous peoples of color in every culture and all walks of life. Do you think we as a so called moral society will ever grow up??? Our Native Americans have felt this same Crucifixion by this same moral society...what gives you the right to question a faith?

So my poem goes out to people of color all over the planet on this Shadow Shot Sunday, it's Sunday in Australia you know...that wonderland down under of mystery and intrigue. Please check out the other shadow-shooters too.

Am I a dreamer...................PEACE!

A friend...a sista...

My dear friend Cathie whose blog This Girls Art, recently purchased an old rundown building for her art space and a warehouse to house all of the treasures her and her partner Bill have collected through the years. Isn't it just the cutest thing. She posted a picture yesterday of the backyard of this ramshackle dwelling...lots o work!!!


Cathie and Bill live in a little speck of a town called Lone Tree...isn't that just the cutest name for a Midwestern town sitting right in the middle of the prairie. I can't wait to see this project in action. I drive by Lone Tree every week on my travels to Sisters.


Another relic saved from certain destruction...if it were only true of so many others.

What fate awaits this old relic, will someone share its' dreams...

This old farm house wasn't so lucky...trying times...difficult years ahead for these old relics.

Nerves of steel...tenacity...

...and what does it take to own an antique shop...a dream...a vision..a longing for things of beauty...the urge to nest...all things that keep us going through the hard times and the good...and when they are good...they are really good...and when they are bad...well, we just won't go there.

Got an email from Barb yesterday...as we anxiously await spring to grace our weary winter hearts, Barb wondered why it was so cold in Sisters the other day...well, you guessed it, the furnace went out! Not only that, but it was drowning in a foot of water from all the heavy rains we've had lately...what next you ask...

Ok, we are anxiously awaiting the warm spring breezes, but along with that we have tornadoes and front line winds. Last year winds knocked down trees, two hitting the house and causing major roof damage and hours of labor picking up limbs and wind-driven stuff.

Yet, we struggle along, not alone in our calamities...whole downtown's wiped off the planet, as the floods did last year in Cedar Rapids. How do you start over???

Failing economies, stock markets' downward spirals, job loss...

Yet we persist because we love what we do...it's in our blood...it's what we live for...then someone will ask...what's your best price, wanting you to come down on your already bottomed out dollar. You squelch the urge to pummel them and politely say, the best I can do is 10%, thus lowering your already squeezed bottom dollar...


Then you look beyond...to the dreams you have and somehow things work out, in spite of the weather, in spite of the economy, you just move forward and dream the dream and look forward to the next open house and try to make it the best it can be for the people you know will come and share your dream...if only we lived in a more perfect world...

But then we wouldn't have all these things to look back on and say...I SURVIVED...

Ghosts....

Into the realm of the Misty Maidens

a traveler lost

beckons shadow

and pleads guilt...

I trespass into unknowns

I know not this mortuary

of frosted pagan temples

strewn with skeletal remains

once domain of mere mortals

where is my path

am I lost to the troll of shadow

hidden in cloaks of grey linen mists

oh great sun I approach

pull this mortal to refuge

as beams pave my path

warmth shields my gossamer soul

I shall not lose gilded sight as I

secret past these Gothic ageless beauties

I'll traverse this way again

wait for me...