~May each moment you spend bring you comfort & peace~ ~May your sorrows diminish, your blessings increase~
~May your day be embroidered with love, joy & grace~ ~May the moon tuck you in with a smile on your face~

1.01.2010

The Land of Wishes, Hopes & Dreams


resolutions don't work for me
perhaps it's the root: R E S O L U T E
it sounds almost military
like a salute
it sounds like a chore
so, no resolutions for me... no more

in my head, in my heart
live wishes, hopes, and dreams
(not a resolution in sight)
so I'm thinking of this new year this way...

my wish:
that the universe kindly grants me more sun than rain

my hope:
that I rise to meet my challenges... gracefully

my dreams:
I'm allowing my dreams
to have a life of their own
to change day by day
to reflect my needs
and the needs of those I love


what lives in your head?
and in your heart?

...♥...

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12.29.2009

The only Santa I saw...

"Of one thing I am certain;
the body is not the measure of healing
- peace is the measure."
~George Melton



we stumbled across this scene
the very day
I got my flu shot
...
a lone reindeer, bouncing on the beach... before I got the flu anyway
one little boy, one little wish...
before I dislocated my shoulder


December, for the most part, has consisted of a regime of pain killers, cough syrup, antibiotics, & carryout food for Handsome & me. He's managed to keep going of course (as men do)... my body said no. No decorations. No tree. No Christmas Day with the folks. I did watch Mixed Nuts five times... Steve Martin always cheers me up.

I had things to say, photos to share. And something very pretty from very far away arrived to make me smile. All that will come, when I am ouching less & typing more. And I hope to soon catch up on the blogs I enjoy. I miss your sweetness, your humor, your creativity, your deep thoughts and your dreams... your inspiration, my friends.

I did peek into the box where the buttermilk-white stockings are tucked away in soft tissue... ran my fingers over the pearls and tassels. They're not as fancy as they sound, but they sure are pretty. We began a much simpler Christmas a few years ago, replacing the big tree with the many Radkos... opting for several tabletop trees. One for each dog's special ornaments, & one for starfish and little things collected on vacation. I thought about my little trees, but didn't miss them as much as you might think. I love my things, but they are, after all, just things, right?

I haven't fretted, knowing I'm luckier than many. Lucky to have a good roof over my head. Lucky my warm bed is under that roof instead of in a hospital. Lucky to have people who missed me when I didn't show up. Lucky to still have my parents, all my sisters, and their families to adore. Lucky to have the chance to enjoy my mother's pretty tree for an afternoon before the fever. And lucky to have another chance to see the full moon in this double moon month. And to have a handsome guy to rub my aching shoulder. We did stand & sway the other night... couldn't call it a dance, but it was nice. That was our Christmas. I felt peaceful, safe, and loved.

What more could I ask?

farewell, 2009
all in all, you were a very good year



notes to self:

1. get the flu shot early
2. keep the pantry well stocked, cause you just never know
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11.17.2009

The flap of pink wings


exploring the pigtrails...looking for birds... we do that a lot

Something pink caught my eye. She was flying low, but fast. Flapped right over my head ... & flew into a field, where we couldn't follow. Where was she going in such a hurry? To meet another? These Roseate Spoonbill shots aren't mine, but that's exactly what she looked like as she glided away. She wasn't very high off the ground.


drive on...down to the little ferry tucked in heart of industry

It carries just a few cars at a time, scooting between the freight traffic heading up the ship channel. Three minutes (more or less) from one side to the other, tankers looming large... you hope your captain's judgment is true. Spoonbills have been spotted in that area, but no luck for me. Not yet.


landscape? not spectacular, but the sky was pretty
the sky's so important...
many dreams live there

I did get a pretty twilight shot of the San Jacinto Monument. At 567 feet tall (plus a few inches), it's the tallest "monument column" in the world,... taller than the Washington Monument. Such a shame refineries now surround it. This is where "Remember the Alamo!" was cried out... where Sam Houston defeated Santa Ana and the Mexican Army. Texas was born on this spot. A republic first, a state later; yes, we were a country before we joined the USA. That big star weighs 220 tons. See the little observation windows under it? Imagine a little girl peering out of one, taking polaroid pictures & clutching her Daddy's hand very, very tightly.

I remember how it swayed slightly, how it felt to be up there. I wonder if the bars have been replaced with glass? Wonder what happened to those shots? Maybe we'll go back & go up... see what we can see.


Maybe I'll spot something pink nesting in the trees, or the surrounding marsh. We're seeing spoonbills more often. They're coming back to the upper Texas coast, like the brown pelican did. (Pink beauties have taken up residence in golf courses near the Gulf.) If you live where they flourish, chime in & teach me about them. I'm fascinated by their pretty color & quirky faces.
...♥...

Barbara Jacksier's posting about mermaids today
Waterside Wednesday
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