Random Things

Current Food Addiction:  Greek Yogurt with Honey and bowl of fresh strawberries.  Can't get any better than that.

Currently Listening to:  Claire Lynch (Bluegrass) "Love Light"

Current Clothing Addiction:  Corsets (yes I said corsets) I have three so far woo hoo!!

Currently Reading:   "The Jewish Book of Days"

Natural medicine can be very effective

Drinking green tea regulary can add years to your life

Some of My Digital Collage Art Work

I thought I would share some of the digial collage that I have created the last few days.  Enjoy!

"Life Force

"Heaven"

"Melancholy Child"

Camera in Hand

The talking oak

To the ancient spoke.

But any tree

Will talk to me.

- Mary Carolyn Davies

 

I was surrounded by trees most of this weekend. Cycling through forest tracks strewn with pine cones. The scent of needles perfumed the spring air. Like a magpie and the many forest wood ants I was attracted to the glittering sap resembling summer rain drops or icicles.

 

 

Walking Home On A Night In Midsummer

A firefly followed me home last night.


Bobbing and bouncing like a fairy’s torch, it appeared at my shoulder and remained there all the way to my door, a tiny glowing escort, perhaps sent to guide me through the mystery of the twilight. Past the tall poppies holding court in the garden on the corner.... was it my imagination, or did they cease conversation at our approach? On down the side lane where the precocious nicotiana breaches her borders and lolls about in the pathway, scenting the warm air with a heavy perfume that makes it quite difficult to think of a serious thought. I wonder, did I hear a hint of a throaty giggle just as we passed? And behind the weeping willow tree, or beneath the white gardenias.... could those have been scores of green eyes, widening and narrowing as we went by?


It was not yet dark, but not quite light, as if the daytime had lingered a bit to flirt with the night before traipsing off to sleep in her silent bed of violets. The magical hour of an ordinary day when cabbage leaves turn to velvet and the glow of a rose paints the air all around us with the pink gauze of a dream.


I made my way, all alone in the lane, with my own blithe spirit aglow just beside me - mt very own Peaseblossom, Mustardseed, Cobweb or Moth - and as I opened my door, the firefly nodded and wove his way off in the dream of a midsummer’s night.
 

The Honey Moon

In pre-historic times, summer was a joyous time of the year for those Aboriginal people who lived in the northern latitudes. The snow had disappeared; the ground had thawed out; warm temperatures had returned; flowers were blooming; leaves had returned to the deciduous trees. Some herbs could be harvested, for medicinal and other uses. Food was easier to find. The crops had already been planted and would be harvested in the months to come.

Although many months of warm/hot weather remained before the fall, they noticed that the days were beginning to shorten, so that the return of the cold season was inevitable.
The first (or only) full moon in June is called the Honey Moon. Tradition holds that this is the best time to harvest honey from the hives.
This time of year, between the planting and harvesting of the crops, was the traditional month for weddings. This is because many ancient peoples believed that the "grand [sexual] union" of the Goddess and God occurred in early May at Beltaine. Since it was unlucky to compete with the deities, many couples delayed their weddings until June. June remains a favorite month for marriage today. In some traditions, "newly wed couples were fed dishes and beverages that featured honey for the first month of their married life to encourage love and fertility. The surviving vestige of this tradition lives on in the name given to the holiday immediately after the ceremony: The Honeymoon."

In June, we're beginning to see some early summer fruits and vegetables (a great time for strawberry crops!), and the days are getting longer and longer. It's a far cry from the darkness of winter, and we typically try to spend as much time outside as possible. Also known as Lover's Moon, Long Sun Moon, it's a time for bonding with friends and family, and forging what connections we can. Nurture your relationships, your garden, your career, and your soul this month.

Correspondences:

Colors: Sun colors -- gold, yellow, orange

Gemstones: Topaz, agate

Trees: Oak, maple

Gods: Isis, Cerridwen, Persephone

Herbs: Parsley, mosses, skullcap, mugwort
Element: Earth

This is the month where magical workings are well suited to maintaining and enhancing things you already have. Weed your garden, prune the bushes, give your lawn all the tender loving care it needs. Take time to let your personal life blossom as well - focus on things that improve your job or education, as well as your relationships with family and friends.

Dear God, I really need some answers please

Dear God,

I am in need of some answers.  I really do not know what lessons needed to be learned.  Some insight would  be helpful in my understanding of all that has transpired. 

Several months ago, you let an old friend back into my life.  Someone I thought I would not have any contact with since the last time I saw him.  For those months we communicated as friends do, catching up, talking about old times and new things.  Then our conversations turned deeper.  My friend was troubled and upset.  We talked through this several times.  I never asking too much, he never revealing too much.  But we talked.  Then just as quickly as you brought him into my life, you let him leave my life.  Yes, we have talked twice since he left.  But God,  I miss him.  I miss our conversations.  I miss our teasing.  I miss our laughter.  I miss his wit and sarcasm.  I know he needs to work through some things.  He thinks he needs to do this alone.  Maybe he does.  But still....why did you bring him back in my life for such a short period of time and then let him slip back out?   I do not see the lesson here.  I only have an empty space where my friend once was.

And God, this next one, I really do not understand at all.  I wasn't looking for or thought I needed someone in my like romantically.  And out of the blue, you dropped this person into my life.  WHY?  God, I had these feeling under control.  Feelings like that were not meant for me.  I knew that.  I was living with it.  And with a blow to knock me off my feet.  You brought this man into my life.  My life will never be the same.  These feelings I have for this man, I can not bury deep inside of me to save my soul.  And just when I thought that maybe, just maybe,  it was really meant for me....just as suddenly you took him away too.  {roving again to me, that I was never meant to be loved like that by anyone.  What lessson are you trying to teach me?  What is it that I am not getting?  The empty space here is so wide and so deep and hurts like hell.  This one God, really hurt.  This pain, will be with me for as long as I live.  This one God, the tears come at any time without notice.  And all I want to know is why?

I do not think that I can take much more God.  I was doing fine with being alone, being lonely, knowing love was not in the cards for me.  I could live and be content without ever knowing any of the things that transpired in the last few weeks God.  Why did you let me feel those feelings?  Why did you let me fall in love?  So I could know heartache?  Why?  The love between a man and a woman has all I ever asked you for, wished for, dreamed about.  You dropped it into my lap without warning.  And you took it away.  To what purpose?

Dear God, I really need some answers here, please.

Yesterday's Tomorrow

Walking towards tomorrow,

Slowly coming to a pause

Staring at the face of a stranger

One who remembers,

One who is lost…

“Leave behind the facade,” She whispers

“Forget today the meaning of why, remember who you are, wake the Soul inside…”

Walking away from yesterday

Taking moments time to reflect

A glimpse of an old face, a distant place

One which has yet to rest.

“A minute seems like years,” He states

“Moments in eternities, time is an uncertainty…”

“Remember my friend, and take this to your stage… remember my life, for meaning is worth little when the play has yet to arise…”

Standing in this moment,

Before the fork of time.

One path brings tomorrow,

One can bring back time…

For now I shall wait at yesterday’s tomorrow

For now I shall stay,

In Now…