Lost Art

I would have liked to have sat home and spun poems all day like my mother
Tuning in to the Forget me not blues and buzzing sounds in the garden

Instead my time is full of schedules
Reading, math, science, current events
To prove Adequate Yearly Progress
That teachers are really teaching
Students are really learning

Occasionally though I sneak in a Yoga meditation class
or recite poetry just for the fun of it
It takes all the joy out of it it if I don't stop and listen to poems and
see how phrases hook together in perfect Iambic Pentameter

"I meant to do my work today but a brown bird sang in the apple tree
And all the leaves were calling me"

Still,
I rebel every once in a while and have the students write cursive
My favorite poetic verse

Restless

Europe had always called her. She never really understand why being born in the U.S. but she knew she had to get there some how. So here she was flying on a jumbo jet on her way.There were a few empty seats but alot of people on the flight with the same destination.

" Where are you going?" A young woman sitting next to her asked. She had that deep russet red hair the Irish are known for and sure enough that was where she was from. She was heading home.

" I'm doing a tour of Europe" Annie answered.

Rhiannon was a little younger , but Annie felt an immediate repoire. The Irish had always attracted her. There was a fiesty, yet loving and love of life way about everyone she'd ever met from Ireland. Annie was newly single and ready for some adventure and to spread her wings in new directions. She wasn't sure where she was going but something was calling her to find out.

As she talked with Riannon they laughed and enjoyed getting to know eachother. Annie was ready to go home with Rhiannon she felt such a kinship. When the plane landed and they went their separate ways Annie felt a tug at her heart knowing she would probably never see her again.

She looked through the airport for the tour group she was supposed to connect with but

didn't see them. She began to feel a little nervous in the Airport in Glascow not really knowing a soul.

Crystal Castle Pics

Walking With the River

Walking with the river
In the quiet of dusk
Walking with the current
Going with the flow
A gentle breeze surrounds me
Downy ducklings drift along
Walking with the river
I hear the rivers song
Calming and soothing
It brings comfort to my soul
Walking with the river
Letting everything else just go
The river's my companion
quiet and still
Walking with the river
Is the way I love to feel

Ode to Alcohol

This is an ode to Alcohol,

That cunning and baffling drug

It will take your life and twist it around

Then leave you like yesterday’s rug

At first you feel happy and silly

Do things that can be kind of rude.

Embarrass yourself , Make a fool of yourself ,

Get loud and a little crude,

It begins to numb the senses

So the demons will go away

But when you come back to yourself again

There’s double the demons to pay

Thousands of brain cells are destroyed

Each time you take that drink

After a while the grogginess

Makes it difficult to think

Self will begins to run riot

No one is right but you,

All the bad deeds are another’s fault

Responsible is not something you do

Pretty soon you need some more

Just to mellow out

More and more and more it takes

To the place you can just drop out

You lose the friends you met in the bar

To drugs or divorce or death

You lose your true friends and family

You lose your life , your own breath

By now you’re pretty much out of control

You lie, you cheat you steal,

Morals become a thing of the past

There’s only one thing……… Your will

It’s a legacy to pass on to the kids

That deadly and dark disease

Denial the elephant in the room

Starts to be used with ease

The pattern is set to pass it on

Because people refuse to get help

They’d rather be sick than take the steps

Toward wellness, happiness, health

You’re finally a true monster

Insanity has taken your life,

You’ve lost your job, your husband, your wife

The only thing left is ?


-A High Price to Pay-

or

Turn your will over to a higher power that can restore you to sanity

One step at a time

Let go and let God

The Crystal Castle

It's never too late to manifest a dream. The Crystal Castle became a reality for Rob and I when we were in our mid fifties. We have always liked crystals. When our relationship was just beginning, we went to a place called Central City which was an old mining town in Colorado. We went into a mineral and stone shop and were attracted to a large quartz crystal and a crystal cluster with two quartz crystals and a third smaller crystal. We think it was the union of our souls and another one joining us, our son Jameson. When we were married my mother gave us a beautiful smoothe quartz crystal that I call our Yin Yang crystal. It has two perfectly smooth formed sides that join in the center. It has always given balance and unity to our relationship.
Later, we were hoping for a larger boat so we could be on the water more. When we got our boat, we christenend it The Crystal Starship after a song by the Doors that we really like. Our house reminds us of a Crystal Castle and that is how it got it's name. I am including pictures and a description of our dream house.

The Crystal Castle
The Crystal Castle glows on a hill when we turn down Pastoral Way
It's white crystal stone lights up the street with an auric glow
It's grand entrance invites us to step into higher realms
Our Three Guardian Angel Cats protect the entrance as the Ancient Egytians
A black welcome sign with our three horses, welcomes guests
The strength of our horses brings power and protection to the grounds
The glass doors bring in prismed rainbows that freckle the stairs with light
Inside the entrance an angel fountain is surrounded by lush green plants.
A painting in the entrance called "Three faiths" brings in the energy of
Christian, Buddha, and the Native Americans.
A New Orleans style staircase winds around the green. As we walk up the stairs,
a Halo of light accents the corner where three dancing girls encircle it.
The girls were sculpted by Armani,an Italian sculptor
Angels and fairies add a heavenly light to each room. Swans and crystal balls accent the rooms with a mystical elegance.
A fairy ball Rob gave me catches rainbows and spreads them around the room
As we walk into each room, paintings of our favorite places around the world invite us in.
In the living room we can float down the canals of Venice
The dining room,we can hop on our bikes after a pastry and Cafe Au Lait on a back street in Paris
In the family room we are in the country riding our horse home on an open range or bringing a fresh cut Christmas tree home in the sleigh on a snowy evening.
The den we walk into the center of Paris, The Eiffel Tower sparkling against the city of lights. On another wall is one of the many beautiful parks in Paris graced by swans.
The kitchen has a nook with a red climbing rose that frames the window.
Walking up the stairs we are suddenly in the Cliffs along a lake in Italy
The guest room welcomes friends to one our our favorite places.
A lavendar sunset on the beach in Laguna with gulls crying, sings them to sleep.
My studio upstairs is for painting, writing, music, thinking and fairy magic with a fairy garden and lots of fairies with cute names like Aspenglow, Windsong,Lilac,Tricksie, Rose, Sprite, Whimsy, Lily and Sweet Pea.
The fire places bring Robs fire energy to warm the rooms and the fountains bring my cooling water energy.
A picture of an artist painting in Giverny frames the end of the hall.
The master suite opens on to a courtyard with a rose garden. Roses are one of my favorite flowers. In the courtyard I have a yellow climber that cheers me. One of my favorites is a climber called Handel. It is pink with a white edge and blooms profusely. I also have a yellow and gold fairy my sister Angela gave me, "Sunny" in the courtyard and a gnome carrying two buckets of water I call "Randolph".
The master suite reminds me of a Villa in Italy. The bed has flowers winding around a silver frame at the top. A fireplace warms the room and I can watch the fire as I soak in my favorite place, The bath. A moon kissing a sun is on the wall which we bought in Sienna, Italy. I like to meditate and create in the bath. Often I sprinkle rose petals into the tub. My favorite places in the master are the fireplace and of course the bath.
We have an acre of ground and half of it is in pasture for the horses. The white fences and green grass reminds me of the green meadows of Kentucky. We have gnomes helping the garden grow. Tommy O'toole is the rose specialist. Freddy and Fritz have fun playing in the garden on the teeter-totter. Randolph brings in the water. Luther is the doctor of the garden and gives me advice on this and that. I also have a cute toad that adds a little magic to the garden. As you can see, the dream house is full of magic and whimsy.

My tomatoes and cukes went nuts last summer.
Thanks Gnomes!

Snow in the Night

Snow in the Night

The sun breaks through jagged peaks as the day awakens
Rays steal over the quiet unspoiled blanket of new fallen snow
The light sprinkles the lawn with a coat of glittering diamonds
Snow crystals become a million minute suns in a great white universe