Friday, September 21, 2012

Where I have been these days.....






I'm sorry that I haven't blogged in such a long, long time....we have a wedding in the family and I just have busy getting ready for it.  

Oh then starting in July we had a lot of time with family gatherings, vacation and poof! time passes by swiftly!


I don't think I'll be back till after mid October.....but if I have a chance I'll try to write..really I will.


I've thought of my blog friends and so much has gone on since the last time I read any blogs I'm sure.


I'm working on a special gift to bring to the wedding and my time is devoted to that....


Very happy times around here!!!!


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Wise Words Indeed

My love, my daughter and her fiance, my son and middle daughter (L to R)


On Children
     Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.



I love the words of Kahlil Gibran, such wise and truthful words.  This July our family was able to spend some cherished time together.  It gets harder with every year as they don't all live near the "nest" as they once did.  Whenever I am with them I can't help but look at my children, all grown up except R, and am amazed at their adult faces.  Like looking at your newly born babe, I look at them.  I look in their eyes and see that if they could they would tell the stories of where and what they have been doing.  The hugs given, so sweet to me the hugger, to feel their bodies warmth next to mine, holding on, remembering all the hugs we have shared.  They restore my motherly need to be close to my babes. 

The release of our children has to be one of the hardest acts for me knowing that the years of my needing to mother / parent are waning in my lifetime.  I'm grateful that I will have this gift for awhile longer with R, but the girls, they are grown ups.  I want to be their good friend / mother.  Someone they can count on both ways.  This can be tricky for that means ones grown children need to release the thought that the parent is trying to pry  or question them when really the parent is just interested in what they are doing!   It also means the the grown children must perish the thought that they need parental approval for their lives / lifestyle.  It means that they must get cozy with the idea that mom and dad can still not agree on all that they do or say just as they do not need to agree on everything we do or say and it still is okay.

Today I was registering R for his Junior year in High School.  I was waiting for him to get his photo ID taken and noted that many of the moms were hovering and fussing with their daughter's hair while seated for the photographer.  I laughed to myself and wondered why oh why they were doing this.  I suppose if my daughter(s) had asked me to do this then I would but seriously I think parents need to let our kids arrange themselves for a photograph when they're teens.  I'm there at the school because it is required  but if it wasn't  I would have R. do it all himself.  In my day we went alone and did it ourselves!  Some parents can't resist being the "helicopter" parent and never let their children learn on their own.  I have always stayed out of my kids school work unless it was necessary for me to do so.  I set guidelines for when it was the homework time and not phone call or TV time.  Yes, there might have been some "why mom?!" but once it was made clear we didn't have too many issues.  There are far more important tasks in parenting and lessons to learn when it comes to children and their responsibility of homework.  I'd much rather lean towards the positive track and how that feels than harping on a negative.

My kids have all had their ups and downs as the years have gone by.  Just like all people regardless of age or sex.  We are human.  Trusting ones intuition when you come from a consistent, supportive upbringing will come to them even if it didn't when it should have.  We learn sometimes by error and that isn't always so bad.  Perhaps because I married young and my Love and I became parents young we never had to go through the phases that many young adults seem to go through these days.  We had no choice but to make a living to support the family and home.  Well, okay, I was a stay at home mom, but I darn tooting worked hard at my home job!  I never doubted my ability to care for home and family, I just did it.  So I wasn't the greatest cook, well I certainly could keep the home tidy and the clothes clean.   I could keep my kids for the most part happy and entertain them with trips to the park, plenty of paper and crayons, songs to sing or listen to, and most of all love.  I found my "perfect career", mothering.  I'm a good wife too.  Love my man, my friend.  I hope my girls and son someday find their perfect soul mate.  Yes, my first born daughter has....and soon a wedding...

In the words of Emily Dickenson ~
    That love is all there is
          Is all we know of love

Saturday, August 18, 2012

To My Life

To My Life

When our eyes met my soul was completed,
When you smiled, it opened up a closed door to my heart,
When you said 'hello', my happiness lit up a dark corner of my life where I thought it couldn't have been touched by another,
but can you see what's in my heart or in my eyes?
Can you see my soul? Look into my eyes? What do you see? How about me?
Look for me, find my happy place, see me? Find me;
complete the light in my soul as you did when our eyes met.
Smile?


Susan San Augustin



It's been a long time of not writing.  I needed the rest more than you know.  I'm back...open heart, healed heart.  We can never anticipate what or where our daily life will lead us, let alone why.   I like to think it is growth and sometimes growing pains there to remind us that we are merely human.  We are not of a storybook, fairytale, a movie or TV...we are mortals with frailty, with strength, pulsing along, walking, sitting, daydreaming...we breath, we hold our breaths, tears, smiles, questions, and so it goes day by day.

So it goes...and here I am.  Fresh as morning dew...the first light of dawn...the first step on a quiet beach... 

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Not feeling it.

For the past two weeks I just haven't had my heart in writing.  I wrote that I was wanting to write and excited as well in a previous post but that has deflated like a long old balloon with a ppppppffffffffttttt sound as it exhales it's last remaining bit of umpf.

Am I getting too much blog life and not enough of living life?  Did I get myself over my head trying to juggle 4 blogs and trying to write to all that make a comment?  Heavens I have barely the time to read other blogs anymore and I'm not fully reading them as I want to.

Is it the weather that is calling to me with it's brilliant blue skies?  The green hills that I want to walk upon?  

All of that but also I'm not sure if I am blogging like I use to.  Life has changed and my tempo has too.  Am I writing for me or for others?  Is anyone out there?  I see that I have activity and then again I sometimes see nothing.  As one who writes by blogging, feedback does encourage my writing so a lack of response discourages me.  Do I mind writing just for myself?  No....yes.

Am I saying goodbye to blogging?  Maybe.  I guess I'll just play it by ear.  

I haven't taken a decent photo in ages.  I haven't caught up on my home movies that I have struggled to archive.  I need to decide where to store all my photos and upload them to a new place which will take time.  I want to work on the family genealogy that is time consuming but a pleasure and excitement at finding where that leads to.  I want to make friends and get out with them.  I've become lazy.  I've been depressed.  I've been everywhere in my head but where I want it to be.  Where blogging use to help I feel sucked dry now.  

I need to rethink


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Rewrite



Leave it to Paul Simon to come up with the great lyrics of his song "Rewrite".  From the first time I heard it I loved it. 

I've been working on my rewrite, that's right
I'm gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I'm spending
It's just for working on my rewrite
Gonna turn it into cash

I've been working at the carwash
I consider it my day job
Cause it's really not a pay job
But that's where I am
Everybody says the old guy working at the carwash
Hasn't got a brain cell left since Vietnam

But I say help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you!
I'd no idea
That you were there
When I said help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you, for listening to my prayer

I'm working on my rewrite, that's right
I'm gonna change the ending
Gonna throw away my title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I'm spending
Is just for working on my rewrite, that's right
I'm gonna turn it into cash

I'll eliminate the pages
Where the father has a breakdown
And he has to leave the family
But he really meant no harm
Gonna substitute a car chase
And a race across the rooftops
When the father saves the children
And he holds them in his arms

And I say help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you!
I'd no idea
That you were there
When I said, help me, help me, help me, help me
Thank you, for listening to my prayer


My head has been leaking in or is it out, the need to write deeper.  With the past many months when I have felt devoid of words that I want to express I think it is starting to emerge.  Like a bulb in the ground the thoughts are pushing out to receive the light, to grow, to open.

That story I want to tell that maybe I will begin to write, not for the blogging, but that story that I think can be worth telling.  We all have stories within us.  Storytelling once was a way to pass the evening after supper along time ago.  A time to pass on family stories or of a childhood long gone to the young ones who would sit in rapt attention.  Maybe a story was told that would be well remembered and laughed at or one that the listeners would pause in thought to think they were glad that never happened.

In doing the genealogy I have found descriptions that made me wish I could be told the story of their lives.  The family members, husband and wife, who died in a tornado.  Those who died in the Civil War, WWI, WWII, those who came from Ireland to America.  I guess that is why I write to leave my trail for any beyond my lifetime who happened to find me as they do their own genealogy on the family.  

My Love has asked who in our family will be interested?  All the time I put in to researching, who will look at this?  All the time I've put into my photo organizing, uploading, storing, documenting, creating, making archive copies on DVD's or CD's.  What will become of it all?  I don't know.  I don't want to think it will all disappear without meaning to someone.

There's that story I want to write of my mom that only gets more fascinating as I put the puzzle pieces of her life together.  The few stories she told of her life as a child and now I find some of them to be fictitious.  Was it because she was too young to know the real story and filled in her life with what she wanted it to be?  We all tend to embellish stories we tell for the listener if we say it enough.  I want to write that story of hers that sits beside me as I correspond with a cousin of hers.  She is young and her mind clear to tell me what she knew and what she is trying to find out for me.  


I dug into a place I maybe shouldn't have but like me I did.  It was casual in my brother saying that our stepfather Bill was still alive.  What?!  Mom always told me he was dead!  Just like her to say that so I wouldn't at some point go looking where maybe she thought I shouldn't.  My brother innocent in telling me this only peaked my curiosity.  He even lives within a short drive from me not that I would go visit.  I did think to drive by but didn't.  The internet is different.  I found his email address and I wrote him.  I've been disappointed in that he hasn't tried to do the one favor I asked of him, to tell me of my mom and his breakup.  I never was given a reason since I was a young teen.  I don't know why my thoughts to know this are so strong I just wanted to understand why to fill in the pieces of the puzzle that didn't fit.  This man who was so good to my brother that he changed his birth name to his stepfather's name.  One doesn't ask, do or other lightly.  How does this man just drop off the face of the earth once he moved out?  I realize that he is now 80 something and maybe after the 40 some odd years have past, we too are merely a distant memory or lost.  I don't know.  He and I corresponded three times.  He shed no light though he said he would.  The last time I wrote him I told him I would not bother him again if I did not receive any emails back.  He must not want to tell his side.  The door closed.  The story gone.

Like Paul wrote...I'm working on my rewrite...that's right.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Special treat!


E came by yesterday for a visit and brought a big jug of fresh, raw goat's milk.  I have never had fresh, raw goat's milk and it was sweet and delicious!  I think I tried it off and on all day, a little glass here, another glass later, in a latte, and this morning on my oatmeal.  


I had thought it would be tart but it wasn't at all.  It is ultra white and just because I didn't know this, here are the benefits of drinking raw goats milk:


According to the Journal of American Medicine, "Goats milk is the most complete food known".  It contains vitamin, minerals, electrolytes, trace element, enzymes, protein and fatty acids that are utilized by your body with ease.  In fact, your body can digest goat's milk in just 20 minutes.  It takes 2-3 hours to digest cow's milk.


Goat's milk is less allergic.  Easier digestion allows the lactose to pass through the intestines more rapidly, not giving it time to ferment.  Most lactose intolerant people have found that they can tolerate goat's milk and goat's milk products.

There is more but I just shared a little.  I wish we could have this every day!


E. has been volunteering at a goat farm where they raise goats for their milk, they make products out of some of this too.  The lady shows her goats and must do very well as the goats she sells are pretty pricey.  They are Dwarf Nigerian goats and E. says they are quite cute and small.  She has learned to hand milk but also how to set them up with a mechanical milker.  They milk the goats two to three times a day depending on the goat and her production.  The down side has been that the couple are overworking their volunteers which is E. and one other girl.  They provide room and board for them but expect them to work a 10 hour day which is a lot of work.  She has decided that she is going to find another farm with goats and leave this place.  It's to bad the couple don't understand that maybe they need more hands to help with their large herd of goats.


E. joined up with a WWOOF - World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms to find a farm to work on.  I think she will try to find places that others have given reviews on as the place she is at didn't have any.  It was close by for her to pop in and see us, but I think it makes the volunteers to be treated like indentured servants.  Hello...we are not living in the past people!

We shall see where she decides to go next....in the meantime I  am going to enjoy this milk while we have it.  E. thinks we should get goats so we can have our own fresh milk but something tells me this would be a lot for us to take on even if we do have the land.  We are thinking of expanding the chickens and maybe selling fresh eggs.  Looks like the hens are going to get a roomier coop and pen with a remodel by my Love!  Hahahaha!  Hard to get regular work but what the heck...remodel the hen house.








Tuesday, April 10, 2012

A slump by any other name



Sisotowbell Lane
Noah is fixing the pump in the rain
He brings us no shame
We always knew that he always knew
Up over the hill
Jovial neighbors come down when they will
With stories to tell
Sometimes they do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Each of us rocks his share
Eating muffin buns and berries
By the steamy kitchen window
Sometimes we do
Our tongues turn blue

Sisotowbell Lane
Anywhere else now would seem very strange
The seasons are changing
Everyday in everyway
Sometimes it is spring
Sometimes it is not anything
A poet can sing
Sometimes we try
Yes we always try
We have a rocking chair
Somedays we rock and stare
At the woodlands and the grasslands
and the badlands 'cross the river
Sometimes we do
We like the view

Sisotowbell Lane
Go to the city you'll come back again
To wade thru the grain
You always do
Yes we always do
Come back to the stars
Sweet well water and pickling jars
We'll lend you the car
We always do
Yes sometimes we do
We have a rocking chair
Someone is always there
Rocking rhythms while they're waiting
with the candle in the window
Sometimes we do
We wait for you

Joni is calling me once again.  I hear her songs from old albums that still trigger an emotional response in me.

I'm in one of those slumps that seem to come and go, but while within my moodiness of the slump I need to remind myself that it will pass.

I missed my children this Easter.  While I had my son I missed those daughters of mine.  Memories are a blessing and a curse, are they not?  I guess I never realized that at some point the chicks (children) would fly the nest and not be with us as before.  The girls all in their 20's and early 30's have their own desires and interests.  For now a tradition of gathering for holidays is not that important or necessary.  Or is it just me that holds on to whatever could bring us all together just as my mom did.  I have to hand it to her that she gave plenty of parties, BBQ's, and vacation times to keep the family together.

I sat at my sister by marriage's table for Easter Brunch with "the old" people as her mother by marriage said to me.  She asked why I was sitting with them and not the "young people".  I wanted to have us all together in my heart...young, old and all in between.  I remarked back to her "I am almost where you are and less toward them".   I said this more for politeness and yet I did mean it.  Am I not in years less near the young and closer to the elder? 

The slump mood mixes me up as to what makes me happy these days.  I want to be happy and surely I have the ability to allow the sad events wash off my back like duck feathers with water?  If I think happy will I convince my heart and head that I am?  Is obtaining happiness that easy?

Since I had children in my 20's my Love and I didn't fly to far from our old nest of our parents.  We accepted the Sunday night dinner or the dinner out to eat.  I was happy to not have to cook.  We were available to be with the extended family for any excuse.  None of us left the area.  Even now my husband's family all live in the Bay Area.  True that side of the family has grown by leaps and bounds and getting us all in one house is getting tight and harder to do but we try to gather together, if not with everyone then with who we can.

This year feels just that much more bitter with my Love's parents not doing well.  There age is showing and slowing every day that passes.  It's bad enough to have my mom but not have my mom with her mind the way it is.  The gathering of the elders to be with the young ones, the Great Grandkids is not easy.  Transition marks our path of Grandpa who has lost his license (for a good reason), Grandma in Assisted Care in the town we live in but not in the town her husband lives in, my mom in another town not ever to leave her home due to her state of mind.  We move around to see them and think of how much closer we are towards them and less of the young parents we once were.  How many dinners did they do for us to be with us?

In Joni's song these words take on a meaning I never thought of so long ago.....
We have a rocking chair
Someone is always there
Rocking rhythms while they're waiting
with the candle in the window
Sometimes we do
We wait for you



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