Month: September 2018

19th of September, 2018 Wednesday No dream embedded in my mind. Sleep eluded after 4am. A good narrator read me a fantastic tale of lands and people all made up. I cannot give the headspace to the crazy that erupts around the subject of our leadership. Its all shook up, the rules are down, its […]

18th September, 2018 Tuesday Late today.  Did all the morning stuff before sitting down to tap.  Oh, dreams, yes, I have one.  In a big department store I am to buy a nice new shirt with my Oldest Daughter.  She suggests we stop at the Lancôme counter because she likes a new foundation for her […]

17th September, 2018 Monday Its hard this morning.  Husband is to leave to visit his Papa.  Duty and the Right Thing.  It is that last chapter early on.  Father son.  Bless them.  Bring them Loving Light and Peace. Some leaves have goldened up.  Others’ greens have moved a tinge away from summer’s shade.  We talk […]

16th September, 2018 Sunday Morning.  Clouds are cottoning the Gorge.  A night rain leaves front stoop’s concrete grayer.  No puddles as of yet. Tea is honey sweet creamed Earl.  Sweatered and blanketed Keystone Elbow cradled with sleeping sighing furries.  Rain.   Thank you Mother Sky.  Thank you Thank you Thank you. The Florence Drench.  Torrential.  […]

15th September, 2018 Saturday Tea is comfort cladded black, that Grey, honeyed and all essential cream.  That Dream, well, another party in a house I am only visiting with hosts I do not know.  It is a ramble of a thing and from another age.  Storied and stairwayed, wood floored and many roomed but open […]

14th September, 2018 Friday Tea is E Greyed, golden honeyed and softened with unlocal cream. Day broke clear and cold. Across the Gorge the hint of volcano tip peeks above the wall of hills.  Its Fall.  I am sweatered layered and blanketed as I tap.  Its the Ipad this am as it leaves more space […]

13th September, 2018 Thursday Sunlight wombed my roost as the pack began to stir.  Morning once again. As I sit on the keystone sofa, surrounded by the pack who sleeps and sighs contentedly, my window frames the sparkle of this cold Gorge morning.  Its clear and in the 40’s.  Tea is Earled, honeyed and softened […]

12th September, 2018 Wednesday Dreams were again so veiled last night so I have nada to report. Tea has been Earl Grey again with Youngest, local honey and that cream. The morning opened cloaked in grey with clouds marching down the Gorge.  Sheet rain slants across my window.  Pack’s call to pee, bathrobed and slippered […]

11th September, 2018 Tuesday 9/11, eh? Seventeen years of membership in the Terrorized Nations Club.  At the time I knew we were going through the death of our innocence.  At seventeen we are in the adolescence of the life of navigating the terrorist colored globe.  Afganistan’s invasion, Sadam’s non existent WMD cache was the Bush […]

10th of September, 2018 Monday There is a babe across the globe come early today.  Please send him any light you can.  I am sending rainbows. This is a gorge of rainbows.  They come with clouds and rain and sun to paint their arches straight from our field and then fade softly into air.  Like […]