Friday, November 25, 2011

Things on Black Friday

"We must rapidly begin the shift from a 'thing-oriented' society to a 'person-oriented' society." 
Martin Luther King, Jr.

Today is "Black Friday" and I did not shop today. I just can't do it. I just can't put myself out there. If you feel like I do and detest how mean-spirited people have become over saving a buck, why not buy your gifts from local small businesses this year. Or better yet, buy from local artists and give gifts that were made with love and actually help support local families and economies. That is my plan. 

In my 44 years of living, the very best gifts I ever received where those made by others. I marveled at the talent of other people and it helped me to develop my own talents along the way. I am always working on developing my art. 

Sometimes you can barter with artists. Say you haven't any money this year but would love to give someone a nice gift. Barter with an artist. You never know what you can trade for something. All I am saying is it doesn't hurt to ask. 

Monday, November 21, 2011


Magpie Tales 92

I tasted the mint on the bottom of his lip
Cool sensuality tingled my forbidden
Slipping my fingers through waves of hair
Thoughts cradled in power
Nose to chin
Fragrance wafting from behind
Our lobes
Clean masculinity
Gentle Femininity
The Ying
The Yang

Two become one  

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

a couple of really cool blogs

Sometimes I find myself cruising around cyberspace and I stumble upon some really cool blogs. Well that is not exactly what happened here. Actually, it was a friend of mine that told me about a really wonderful blog The Pioneer Woman. Her blog is a true masterpiece and I can only hope to aspire to such greatness. 

It was the Pioneer Woman's blog that lead me to discover Dr. Brene Brown's blog and this lovely badge. Uncover, discover... A Whole Hearted You. I am going through a bit of that right now. 

Yesterday, I wrote a poem that speaks to the very essence of understand where I fit in this world.

I am still painting, writing and occasionally making jewelry. I have five pets to care for and believe me they do take a lot of work. It is daily work to keep a marriage of 16 years going especially with all the challenges of physical disability, we both face each and every moment of our time together. At times I think I am missing something in my life but really when I look deep inside myself, I know that I am blessed and wouldn't change a thing. It is my job to create, it is what I was placed on this earth to do. Right now that is all I know and for me it is good enough.

Monday, November 14, 2011

wisps of wilderness

Magpie Tales

Shadowed by what I'd hoped to be
and what I became

Every chair offered a different outcome
every class a different possibility

Regrets belong only to the weak minded
the strong stand up and embrace
who and what they are

Working within the frame work of
one's God given talents
yet pushing humanities envelope
just a bit past the brink of
what was thought
not possible

a leafless tree still
provides sanctuary
for all who flock
to it.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

small changes

The past year has been filled with such small changes. Little artifacts have surfaced since my mother passed. I am not a collector, per se, except I do collect small wooden cats and beads. However, my grandmother was a collector and by default my mother. Needless to say, I have a small stash of Hummels and other Tchotchkes.

Little by little, I am sorting through some of this and trying to make decisions on what to keep and what to list on eBay. If anyone reading this has an opinion about what to do with left over things from family members that have passed, I would sure appreciate hearing from  you. It is emotional to say the least but since I have a finite  amount of space I have to be reasonable about what I hang on to.

As Christmas approaches I feel a sense of dread coming. I wish I could sleep the entire holiday away. I wish I could sleep the entire month of December away. It feels really big and burdensome this year. My mother would be 66 this year on the 20th of December. She died on the 18th of December, last year. I honestly feel like I want to crawl into a hole and cover myself over until spring. Maybe then I will bloom like a daffodil.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Rock Paper Scissors

Handed Down From Who Knows Where?
There is an art form to house keeping. It is particularly important when making decisions that are clearly emotional,  like when to let things go. In the last year, I lost my mother to a sudden heart attack. She was living with my husband and me. Naturally, when she moved in, so did all of her things. Many of those things were her mother's and so on and so on. Right now, I am staring at a rock paper weight, it was found among my mother's things. I will never know why it made the move with her or where it even came from. Based on what I know about my family, I suspect her father was the creator.

And then this, what is this silly thing? I look as this and it is filled with the same sense of humor that reminds me that my family is still with me. I can look at this and imagine what my mom, grandmother or grandfather would say about its origins. Believe me it does have origins, you know, the looney kind that families share and outsiders rarely understand when those shared moments just happen to happen in public.

I was looking at my hands the other day thinking boy do I need a manicure. It was then that I realized, I was looking at my mother's hands. We had the same hands and it was comforting because even though I know I will never see her hands again, I only need to look down at my own hands to remember hers.

Monday, November 7, 2011

feeding the soul #1

Cracks in the strata reveal intense color
Blushing bride, peach pie, rainbow sherbet 

Next century years slip
Memories stacked neatly in pillars 
Remains what once existed

Chilled dense moisture
A dewy afternoon
Shaken leaves 
Slowly revealing grey's gloom

Upon us gloaming hours 
Seek them not out 
Postponement is our folly 

Run home 
Warm your soul
Time is past
home no longer what it once was

When our safest childhood home is no longer in existence, we need to make home; wherever, we lay down roots. Once there, embrace your digs and fill it with the things that warm your soul. That said, there is nothing better than homemade soup on a chilly day. As an offering, here is the recipe of my very  favorite cauliflower soup. I have altered and changed it over the years and I think it is just about perfect. Enjoy :)

Well Fed Neighbor Market
Right now, the Well Fed Neighbor Market has an abundance of gorgeous cauliflower and broccoli for sale. I purchased a five pound head last Friday. The best part, it was picked Friday morning.  Never have I ever tasted cauliflower more delicious or fresh than this one. We made a scrumptious creamy cauliflower soup. Here is the recipe.

3 T olive oil
1 medium onion, coarsely chopped
6 cloves of garlic, minced
2 - 4  stalks of celery, chopped
1 cauliflower head, cored and coarsely chopped
1/2 t sea salt
1 t curry powder
1/8 t of black pepper, freshly milled
1 t dried thyme
1 t dried basil
1 t dried savory or marjoram (I use ground marjoram)
6 to 8 cups of vegetable broth or chicken broth. 


In a heavy soup pot heat olive oil. Add onions and celery, cook until tender. Add Garlic, cauliflower and all dried herbs and spices mix together.  Heat thoroughly, stirring for about five minutes allowing all the flavors to meld with vegetables. 

Add the stock, use enough to more than cover the contents by 2 to 3 inches. This will depend on how large your cauliflower is.  Bring to boil. Reduce heat, cover and simmer for about 20 minutes or until cauliflower is completely tender. Remove cover and puree using an immersion blender. 

If you don't have an immersion blender, let the soup cool and blend in increments carefully using a regular blender. Reheat and serve with a nice crusty bread. Enjoy!

T = Tablespoon and t = teaspoon

Thursday, November 3, 2011

ten things that make me laugh - repost just for fun

#1. The costume on this cat
#2. Imagining what the owner of this cat went through getting this costume on his/her cat.
#3. The cat's obvious feelings about being in this costume.

#4. A joke my husband told me the other day. Here it is, are you ready, get ready for it...

A woman walks into her vet's office and asks her vet if her parrot is dead. The vet takes a look at the bird and says, "I am sorry but yes your parrot is dead." She unconvinced says, "Are you sure, aren't there any tests you can do just to be certain?" The vet looking at her shrugs his shoulders and say, "Wait here and I will go see what I can do." He heads back with the dead parrot and shows the bird to his Labradore Retreiver, Annie. Annie sniffs the parrot and wags her tail, confirming that it is indeed dead. So the vet heads back out to the waiting room and says, "sorry lady your bird is dead." Again unconvinced she asks, "Isn't there anything else you can do to be certain?" Getting a little frustrated he says, "sure" and then walks back and asks his cat Buster to take a look at it. Buster paws it around trying to get any signs of life and there is nothing. Buster confirms the parrot is dead. Again the vet heads out to the waiting room and tells the lady, "look I've done all I can for your parrot, your bird is dead." Finally convinced the lady says, "fine, how much do I owe you?" The vet says, "that will be $250.00." "$250.00!" exclaims the lady. The vet says, "look lady when I told you the bird was dead it was $50.00 but you wanted a lab report and a cat scan and those are each $100.00"

#5.  My brother, Jack dressed as a Helga the Beer wench for Halloween and his friend Mark grabbing his fake boob. Isn't he beautiful.

#6. This soda drinker reminds me of someone. I just cracked up when I saw this.

#7. Is it me? Or does this monkey look like the late George Burns?

#8. If you haven't seen this movie lately or if you missed it altogether, this one really makes me laugh. Remember to watch it with someone, because you don't have to hone your cone alone...

9. These people are nuts but I laughed anyway... Have to admit, it made me feel a lot better about have five pets.

The number ten thing that cracks me up is Weird Al. You gotta love him :)

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Day Two

I finished off my writing day yesterday with 1,694 words. It was about all that my shoulder could handle. I tend to get cramps in my shoulders when I type too much. It is odd that I am right back at it even though it seems to be killing me today. But no pain no gain and I am much to motivated to slack off now. If anything I need to try for about 2,000 to 2,500 words per day so that I won't feel too much pressure at the end. So I am going to take an couple of Excedrin, make a delicious cup of coffee (decaf still not doing any caffeine) in my French press and get crackin. 

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

A Month of Giving Thanks

It is day one of Nanowrimo and I can't get my word counter to work. Heck, I can't even get the widget to open or download but it will all be fixed in due time. I am continuing on with Framescape. I've been pounding away at the words.Fortunately, they are flowing from me with the same alacrity that the leaves are falling from my crab-apple tree on this windy day. Speaking of leaves aren't those painted leaves beautiful? I found this picture in and I knew that I would have to share this with you.

Well, I am 1,342 words in for today. I know that once I finish this little break, I will meet or exceed my daily total of at least 1,667. I love November for so many reasons. Aside from Nano, I am starting a small afternoon writing group. We are going to have our first meeting at the local library on November 9th at 2pm. So far it is just two of us but I have faith that it will grow. Another thing I am super happy about is that in my inner circle a baby girl will be born sometime toward the end of the month. Oh and today's local groupon is for gutter cleaning for only $69 dollars and I really need that done! You see, there is much to be thankful for.