The older I get, the quieter I become. Life has humbled me so deeply. It has taken me many years to realize how much time I’ve wasted on nonsense. I am only now beginning to find a place for my sparkly star-shaped self in a beige world of square pegs and round holes. To listen to the words of the wind in the trees.
“A perfect blossom in a rare thing. You could spend your life looking for one and it would not be a wasted life.” ~ Katsumoto ~The Last Samurai
~Til next time ~The answer is blowing in the wind ~JP
I put a spell on you – Creedence Clearwater Revival Magic Man – Heart Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked – Cage The Elephant Zombie Jamboree – The Kingston Trio Monster Mash – Bobby Pickett Swamp Witch – Jim Stafford Witchy Woman – The Eagles Sky Fire (Mandragora) – Llewellyn Abracadabra – Steve Miller Band Demons – Imagine Dragons Thriller – Michael Jackson Black Magic Woman – Santana Crystal – Fleetwood Mac Hanging Tree – Blackmore’s Night Autumn Leaves – Ed Sheeran
I saw my new eye doctor today, full exam, dilated eyes. As my Daddy used to say “Blind in one eye and can’t see out of the other.” lol So in quick honor of the upcoming season of the witch, a bit of digital fun.
Til next time ~I’m off to find a dark corner and curse the sudden sunshine ~JP
I’ve come to the conclusion that music is absolutely, positively essential to this Spoonie’s morning routine. I skip the tunes and I’m dragging around like a half-dead-out-of-the-water Scyphozoa. Yep, gotta have the tunes. Here’s what I’m listening to on September mornings.
Something Wild ~ Lindsey Stirling Passionate Kisses ~ Mary Chapin Carpenter Happy ~ Pharrell Williams Uneasy Rider ~ Charlie Daniels Band Knock Three Times ~ Tony Orlando & Dawn Human ~ The Killers Wild Thing ~ The Troggs The Little Old Lady from Pasadena ~ Jan and Dean Time After Time ~ Cyndi Lauper See You in September ~ The Happenings September ~ Earth, Wind and Fire September ~ The Shins Changes in Latitudes ~ Jimmy Buffet Both Sides Now – Joni Mitchell Wake Me Up When September Comes ~ Green Day Moonlight Feels Right ~ Starbuck
So, let’s fire up a player and get goin’. If you’d like, you can listen on Spotify here.
How are you on this cool autumn morning? Are you gazing at your perfectly pegged fresh laundered linens wafting in the gentle breeze while putting the final touches on that handmade card for next month’s birthdays? Will you be settling down to a breakfast table, prettily laid for one and savor a slice of homemade quiche with a dollop of Summer tomato chutney, followed by a perfectly frothed cappuccino? Yeah, me neither.
For while I have known those perfect days, and I will know them again, today is not that day. Today is a drinking bagged black tea brewed in a giant Halloween mug while scarfing down a bowl of raisin bran day. And that’s OK. Today is a low-spoons day, when I do the bare minimum to see us through the week ahead. To make sure we have clean clothes to wear, enough food to feed us and a kitchen floor clean enough to keep my sweet Mommy from rolling over in her grave, or smacking me upside the head in the dream world. Today is not the day I will be making performance art out of brewing coffee or turning my mantle into something worthy of artistic enshrinement.
While I want to live that perfectly decorated, elegantly cottage, shabby chic life twenty-four seven, it’s not something I’m striving for today. All of the frilly, yummy nonsense of cottage living can wait for another day and I can let everything be enough. Today, I’ll take care of myself. I shall relax and let the warm sun shine through my streaky windows while I enjoy a cup of instant coffee and a pumpkin biscuit, just because. Because my body and soul need a little nurturing today and the laundry will still be there tomorrow.
Dust if you Must – by Rose Milligan
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better To paint a picture, or write a letter, Bake a cake, or plant a seed; Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time, With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb; Music to hear, and books to read; Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair; A flutter of snow, a shower of rain, This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind, Old age will come and it’s not kind. And when you go (and go you must) You, yourself, will make more dust.
Summer passed in a verdant haze of growing things herbs grew in my garden with wild abandon birds nested and fledged mornings were greeted with dulcet tones of birdsong and harmonies of the lake
Summer wound her capricious way through the year and my heart dancing with wild abandon until the air itself was exhausted then settled into lethargic rest as we settled in a hammock Summer and I waiting for Autumn’s gentle kiss
And so Summer slips into slumber and I wake to cooler mornings and dream of soups and stews of beeswax candles and herbal teas I wait with the tingle of anticipation for the supernova of color as Autumn paints the world in the brilliant shades of her choosing
It has been over a month since COVID-19 descended upon my Castle Serenity. The virus itself was mild and over quickly. But, my lungs didn’t clear fully so it was on to a round of steroids and then, of course, the pursuant oral thrush. ARGHHHH!!! Stupid Covid! Now, I seem to have developed Long-haul COVID. I’m still dealing with fatigue, headaches, cough, loss of sense of smell, brain fog and anxiety. I mean seriously? Anxiety from a virus? What’s up with that like I didn’t have enough anxiety issues?
Now here’s the question, how much of this is long-covid and how much is just my wacky immune disease? How much is just summer weather? I have no idea and frankly it doesn’t matter. I have appointments scheduled discuss the most distressing of the residual effects of brain fog, anxiety and my missing sense of smell with my PCP. In the meantime, I’m using more “lists” for anything I need to remember. Although, by the time I pick up a pen, the thought is already gone. Still if I can get it to the paper I stand a pretty good chance of remembering it. And hopefully, within a few months all will be right again.
That’s it for this rant til next time remember: The grass is always greener over the septic tank ~Erma Bombeck ~Peace ~JP
So I have spent the past six days in Prednisone purgatory. Yesterday, a really icky weather pattern moved into our area which has, naturally, led me straight into the first level of “weather flare he**.” Yeah, I’m not afraid to say, I’m not up to much right now. I’ll be fine in a day or two or as soon as the weather system settles in. Funny thing, I’m fine with either wet or dry, hot or cold, what sets my little lungs off is the change. The good news is that while I’m struggling to breathe, my peak flows remain solidly in the yellow zone. For non-asthmatic readers, peak flow meters measure how quickly you can exhale, like blowing out a candle. It’s a fair indicator of how constricted your bronchial tubes may be and I use it daily to monitor my asthma. Thunderstorm-Associated Asthma (TAA) is a real thing. I don’t think anybody knows exactly why it happens, but we know it does happen and it can turn dangerous very quickly. I am totally stocked up with every asthma drug known to womankind and I just ride it out. *grumble grumble stupid COVID*
I have caught myself recently focusing on lack. Lack of health, lack of confidence in the economy, lack of a vacation, you get the idea. That must stop RIGHT NOW! I have so many blessings I can’t even begin to count them but sometimes I have to remind myself of that. I use a specific prayer/meditation every month to shift my focus to where I know I should be and (more often than not) out of where I shouldn’t. For your perusal, my July Prayer/Affirmation:
“Great Spirit, I welcome You on this beautiful day. I reach out to You with a grateful heart and give thanks for all the blessings of my life. This day, help me let go of judgments about what is lacking or wrong. Help me replace these negative thoughts with mindful gratitude that I may remember my vast riches of blessings. Just for today, let me shine with the light Your presence brings.”
adapted from Pocketful of Miracles by Joan Borysenko, PhD