Magikal Mundanities and Spoonie Retirement – Thunder Snow

October has been warm and mild thus far. Temps were slightly above average for this area, wonderful weather for fall. And then, there’s today. Today we have a viscious cold front blowing through bringing rapid drops in temperature, rain, and snow. Yeah, three inches so far. It’s also brought thunder. Thunder during a snow storm is rare, and given our propensity for hail storms, more than a little scary. So, here we are holed up in our battered little RV, riding out the storm … again.

On the good news front, we found a permanent home that we like, much farther east, a little farther south, much closer to the children (but not too close *wink*). We’ve taken a virtual tour, gotten an inspection, made an offer, set the closing date and now we’re just waiting to close. So, we’ll be packing up the RV for the last time and heading out to start the next adventure in a house that has no wheels. Wow, I mean WOW this is gonna be a huge change. The other good (?) news is that everything we own fits in a 5X8 U-haul trailer and the back of the Swiss Cheesemobile (honda fit) and we should be moved by the first week of November.

Today’s thunder snow reminds me so much of all this move represents. It is beautiful, rare, inconvenient, terrifying, not at all what I had planned. I am equal parts ecstatic to the point of mania and terrified to the point of blind panic. It’s a thin line between the two. I’m currently using that line as a jump rope, keeps life interesting. 😉

Ahhh well, I’m off to pack something.

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

The Best Laid Plans of Witches and Wanderers

a piece of the holy hand grenade of hailstones

It’s been just over a month since we returned to South Dakota. Just 33 days since the wandering course of my life was suddenly, profoundly altered when hail stones the size of baseballs punched through the roof of our home. For twenty minutes we were bombarded. Such a short time to change the course of a life. I went into PTSD shock, I shook and wept for days as we struggled to clear the debris and make the immediate repairs. I’m still weeping.

We were stranded for a week without transportation. You never realize just how much you depend on a car until suddenly it’s useless and that little seven-mile hop into town for milk is no longer feasible. So now we deal with the clean up. The car is a write off to the insurance company. We replaced the windshield and it’s drivable. Our 5th wheel was not a total write off so we’re left with a small settlement, a home that we can’t get repaired until spring, and then we’ll have to find somewhere to live for several weeks while they replace the roof. Not happening, not in this town.

First priority, transportation. That’s been accomplished with the new windshield. All the remaining damage to the car is cosmetic. I’ve ordered some cheese decals and we’ll call it the “Swiss Cheese Mobile.” I have this bizzare urge to put a bumper sticker on it that says “WHO MOVED MY CHEESE?”

Next priority, housing. Our original plan was simply to move the RV to another park. Somewhere closer to our family, without hailstorms and have the repairs done there. But, as fate would have it all of the parks we would consider living in are full. Back to square one. Next option, rent an apartment, again just not happening. Wait lists for anywhere we’d actually consider living for a year. Next option, buy a condo and give up the wandering lifestyle entirely. That one seems to be working out. We’ll see how it goes. So if I’m blog-absent for awhile, it’s just the massive amount of mental and psychic energy that’s spent in adjusting to the idea of a house the doesn’t move, finding, financing, inspecting, said non-moving house and the realization that we’re getting too old for this crap. *Dreams die hard and you hold them in your hands long after they’ve they’ve been crushed by the holy hand grenade of hailstones.

Ahhhh well, we shall see what this next adventure holds in store.

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

*adapted from “Dragonheart

Sunday Stills – The Landscape of My Life

For Sunday Stills – Your Favorite Landscapes

The Landscape of My Life

The landscape of my life lies before me
and it is beautiful
filled with the ‘teeners of Colorado
bleeding their rust-colored stains
the Grand Canyon deep and vast
where Condor shadows fade in twilight
Sunset on a snowy field sends skyward
a brilliant flash of gold
south to Death Valley’s salt flats
eerie, barren, grey and cold
I have seen so many sights
from Zion and Osaka,
New Zealand and Kauai
The landscape of my life lies before me
and … it is beautiful

We spent many summers in Colorado, Silverton, Ouray and Durango. It was here in the Red Mountain Pass I began to understand “Colorado Rocky Mountain High” whether from the majesty of the landscape or the lack of oxygen, I cannot say.

North Rim of the Grand Canyon. We have visited there several times alone and with family. Pictures cannot do it justice for it is the very definition of the word “vast.” I have never felt so small.

“Flash of Green” over the horizon in South Dakota. “Presence of God” moment, perhaps a soul coming back to earth.

Badwater Basin salt flats in Death Valley, California. 200 square miles of … nothing. All I could think was “what must the settlers have thought?”

Shugakuin Imperial Villa, Kyoto, Japan. There is a reason Kyoto is one of my spiritual centers and this shot pretty much says it all.

Skyline of Osaka, Japan from Osaka Castle. A stop at a okonomiyaki restaurant on the way home reminds me that some things are the same world wide. Like, pizza.

Zion National Park, Springdale, Utah. We spent a decade of falls, winters, and springs exploring this beautiful National Park. The awe and grandeur are never exaggerated. It lives up to it’s name “Sanctuary” and peace of mind, body and soul are palpable.

One of a hundred soul-stirring sunrises on Kapaa Beach, Hawaii. During our morning walk along the beach tears started rolling down my face. When Superhubs asked me what was wrong, I told him “my hands don’t hurt.” For the first time in decades, my hands did. not. hurt. The absence of pain, not relief of pain but the absence of it, can be a real eye-opener.

Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

The Alchemy of Acceptance

I find that when I accept my circumstances, feelings, pains, health, finances as they are right now, a subtle alchemy of spirit occurs. I stop fighting and start seeing all the blessings I do have, my vibration changes, I relax, and I once again tap into the positive energy of the universe.
Then, my T-Rex eats your sparkly vampire.

For JusJoJan and One Liner Wednesday – Vampires

Til next time ~stay trippy hippies ~JP

What Day Is It Anyway? — Coping with Covid

3.25.20 bill the cat
Image found on Pinterest, attributed to Berkeley Breathed‘s Bloom County

For Linda’s What Day Is It Anyway?

It feels like war, this pandemic. Like stories my grandmother told me of the great depression. Of course it’s not that bad but my reaction seems to be the same. I have convinced myself that if I don’t have something positive to say, I shouldn’t say anything and that has led to a lot of silence. I honestly don’t have any real opinions about what’s going on around me. I don’t want to contribute to the hysteria, the mass misinformation, or the blatant denial that I see everywhere. Life is not the picture of lock-down joy I’d like to believe, but rather a Monet, fuzzy and indistinct but beautiful all the same.

So much has changed in the past year that it’s hard to get a grip on where it’s all going. I float along in the vessel of my dreams, trying to adapt to the new flow, but I am stuck in a kind of paralysis. My creativity seems to have closed up rather like the shops and restaurants I never visited but now miss terribly. I cannot write, so I read. Whole books in a few hours, and oh thank goodness for my Kindle app. I clean, I sanitize, I cook, I craft. Crafting at the moment has been limited to making a variety of cloth facial masks.

I find that I am not alone in this suspended animation. Friends who are painters find they cannot paint, so they garden. Musicians cannot compose so they play Warcraft. Career women who cannot work are creating new casseroles, accountant’s without ledgers to balance have taken up tarot reading. It’s not a writer’s block that I’m feeling, it’s the trauma of a world gone sideways. I know that this will pass, that the stores will reopen, I’ll go back to work, creativity will flow again, for all of us. But for now I’ll try to remember “the dream is like a river, ever changing as it flows, and the dreamer’s just a vessel that must follow where it goes.”

The River Garth Brooks — Cover by Clayton Smalley

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

One Liner Wednesday – Small things/great things


From Linda’s one liner wednesday All difficult things in the world are sure to arise from a previous state in which they were easy, and all great things from one in which they were small.” ― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
“The first half of this quote is becoming all too obvious in the world we live in. But the second half remains a challenge. Think about it. What small things in your life do you now have time to make great?”

Funny you should ask Linda, at my age time is a constant companion. No matter what I have to do, or how much leisure I have, there’s never, ever enough time. So, every day I try to do small things with great love. Perhaps that’s the real lesson to be learned from the current crisis (no I’m not naming it, could be like Betelguese 😉 tomorrow is never promised, don’t wait.

3.15.20 sunrise

“Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I have found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love.”
~ Galdalf the Grey

I hope you dance ~ Lee Ann Womack

Til next time – practice random acts of kindness and senseless beauty ~JPP

Monday Windows — Donuts

3.9.20 krispy kreme

Krispy Kreme store front in Taipei, Taiwan late October. The Taiwanese celebration of Halloween took me by surprise in both it’s duration and utter delightfulness. Stores stay open and give treats to children who dress up for Halloween (lot’s of princesses, very few witches) but the whole town seems to embrace this latest “Western” craze. The celebrations go on for days and the holiday sales and treat devouring for much, much longer.

“Somedays I do yoga, follow a sensible eating plan and use words like ‘elucidate.’ Other days I eat donuts, refuse to put on pants, and use words like ‘scrumdillyicious.’ It’s all about balance. ~JPP


Eat It — Weird Al Yankovic

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Thoughtful Thursday – The Acorn

photo from Pixabay

Consider the acorn, humble harbinger of Fall. What is an acorn, really? Well, in a nutshell, it’s an oaktree. Hardeharharhar. In a nutshell … tehehehe. Anyway that’s what this post is about, the past three weeks of my life, in a nutshell.

As some of you know Superhubs and I are a Spoonie couple. We both have autoimmune diseases that require constant management. Superhubs has MS (with spinal cord lesions) and type 2 diabetes, I have a weird little buggaboo known as sarcoidosis. We’re the most symbiotic people I know, we’re better together than the sum of the two of us and yes he is the love and the light of my life.

A few weeks ago a routine MRI of the head showed the formation of an AVM (that’s arteriovenus malformation if you care) caused by a fistula. Not to get too medical on you but an AVF (arteriovenus fistula) is caused by an artery (or more) dumping directly into a vein without the benefit of the network of capillaries normally present. It creates a “bulge” in the vein. Bottom line, too much pressure on the vein and it blows out. Yeah, this is serious stuff the only thing to do is go in an resect the arteries to relieve the pressure on the vein. Yeah … brain surgery.

So here I am, 2 brain surgeries, 2 strokes, 9 day in Surgical Intensive Care Units, 9 days of in-patient rehab, several seizures, 911 calls and 3 MORE days in general Intensive Care Unit later. The strokes were minimal but have left him unable to move his right foot and ankle. Serious but overcomable. Somehow, his nicely controlled type 2 diabetes has become insulin dependent. In other words along with all the physical therapy (we’re still on twice a week plus home exercise) we have six blood tests and insulin injections per day, along with food logs and weight monitoring (he’s lost too much weight) a tightly controlled carb counting diet and many many many sleepless nights.

Things are looking up, we’ll get through this just like we have everything else, together. I just wanted to thank all of you for your kind thoughts and support.  This is from a plaque my Mother sent me when I was first diagnosed.

“When things go wrong, as they sometimes will
when the road you’re trudging seems up hill,
when life is crushing you down a bit
rest if you must, but don’t you quit

Success is failure turned inside out
the silver lining in the clouds of doubt
you never know how close you are
it may be near when it seems too far

so stick to the fight
when you’re hardest hit
it’s when things go wrong
that you mustn’t quit” ~Unknown


Til next time ~Peace ~JPP


the-witch-RondellMelling on pixabay

As some of you know I will be spending the next few days at our local hospital, making sure my precious hubby recovers from surgery. The Critical Care Unit (formerly known as ICU) is a grand place for contemplative personal reflection but a lousy place for blogging, so here for you is a poem I wrote last night, no links, no challenges, just a plain, simple bit of from-the-heart poetry.  Thanks so much for taking a moment to read it.


He grabs me in a choke hold
my chests constricts
and burns
until I feel my heart
exploding with FEAR

My throat clenches tighter
until I cannot breathe
tears flow
as I struggle in the deadly grip

My face contorts in agony
pain so deep is sears
my very soul
bandages frame a precious face
as I defy FEAR

Sound breaks free in a scream
that tears the throat
a single thought takes form
a cry that shakes the stars
“don’t leave me alone”

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Spoonie Sunday – The Most Important 15 Minutes of the Day

pouring tea - pixabay
photo credit Pixabay

“I watch his hands
as he pours the tea
big hands, strong hands
hands that belie
the gentleness of their touch” ~JP Pearlman 2015

Have you ever considered the human touch? We all enjoy the hug of a loved one, holding a child or parent’s hand. It’s those tiny moments of physical intimacy, of touching, that remind us we are not alone in this big bad world that we are connected on a physical level. Continue reading “Spoonie Sunday – The Most Important 15 Minutes of the Day”