rooftop blues

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That time of evening when fairies alight upon the air.

beautiful blogger award

I received this lovely award from Tery~Dreamwriter, over at Magical Expression . Thank you, Tery, for thinking of me.

In order to accept this award I am supposed to tell you 7 things about myself, so here goes:

1. I have 2 tattoos, both of wolves... on my arm and on my chest.

2. Wolf is my spirit ally/power animal.

3. When I fall in love it it is hard to fall out.

4. It is tortuous trying to think of 7 things anyone would possibly want to know about me.

5. I have numerous volumes of journals going back to when I was 16 years old.

6. I have astral projected.

7. I have gone on shamanic journies.

If they choose to accept it, I would like to pass this award on to:
Ruma, at Calligraphy in the Landscape

and

kj, over at Options for a better World

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listening to willie nelson

Willie Nelson has long been dear to my heart. His voice does justice to every song it sings. This is a great video of him singing a great song. Hope you enjoy it, too.

seduction

Today's prompt from Haiku Bones is "seduction".  And so, my valentine haiku...


succulent red rose
like fire inside my heart
given with intent

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hearts

My friend kj gave me the idea of seeing how many hearts are around the house.  I came up with a few.

"Best Friends" gourd and clay figures

heart fridge magnet

stuffed tiger w/heart, from an old boyfriend

clay covered Altoids tin

Heart w/wings sticker, in memory box

another heart in the memory box

Do you have hearts around your home?  I'd love to see pictures of them, so take a look around, and post them, too. :)

blizzard a-comin'?

Tomorrow (starting tonight, actually) we are predicted to have near blizzard conditions. My mom, who cannot walk or stand, and needs an aide to transfer her, is worried that the aide may not be able to make it in. So, I told her to tell the aide to stay home, and I will go there tonight, and sleep over.

I went over to the Greek Specialty store, Hellas, and picked up a few goodies for the storm. Got some good Feta cheese, assorted Greek olives, stuffed grape leaves, a big piece of marbled Halvah, and these cookies (I don't know their name) that my mom loves. I forgot to get the pita bread, and will have to pick that up before I go there. What better excuse than a blizzard to munch out on some fun goodies.

breath

While perusing some new (for me) blogs, I came across Haiku Bones, which gives a weekly prompt for a Haiku.  It also gives links to other writers of Haiku who are following the prompts.  This weeks prompt is "breath".... and so, my contribution...

deep beneath the ice
life moves imperceptibly
Spring waits to exhale

200

This is my 200th post!  I'm surprised that I've kept up with this blog for so long, but now it is a part of me.
In keeping with "Reading the Sky", I'll post of couple of pics of tonight's sky.  It snowed earlier today, with some accumulation, and is expected to be a bright sunny day tomorrow.

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making the best of things

(a true story about my mom, circa 1935)

Alex stuffed the folded newspaper into the soles of her shoes, and hoped hard that it would not rain that day. Her hopes were granted when she saw that it was a sunny day. Her aunt would give her the ten cents she needed for the train ride, back and forth,  to go on the class trip to a church bazaar.

She combed her straight brown hair, and put the comb in her pocket. Her aunt made sure she had a starched handkerchief folded into her dress belt.

She anticipated the exciting day, and rode with her classmates on the train. She made sure to keep her dress covering her knees to hide the scars she had from an operation when she was a baby, because she had an infection in the bone. The scars were wide and deep, and try as she might, she couldn’t help but limp because of the lack of growth on that leg. She always wore out the shoe on her “good side” first, and that one needed paper first. She was light and walked tippy toe on the other foot, but still the shoes couldn’t be replaced soon enough.

The kids laughed and got loud, and the Sisters quieted them down, threatening to take them back home if they didn’t behave.

They quieted down, with chirps of laughter peeling out involuntarily.

The Bazaar was beautiful with all sorts of Fortune wheels, and piles of stuffed toys just waiting to be won. Alex watched as her friends bid on lucky numbers, and squealed with delight at each ones winnings. She loved to listen to the Brrrr sound of the spinning wheel, and made believe she put her money on a number, and secretly hoped that she would win.

The train ride back home was jubilant, and the car floor was littered with ribbons and tissue papers from bazaar prizes won and cherished.

Alex bent down to pick up the colored tissue paper, and wrapped her comb in it, tying it with a stray ribbon. She held it high on the pole, as the train chugged along, smiling with the others, as if she, too, had won a prize.