Posted in 2016, Advent Season 2016, Winter at Sonnystone

Wishes

We’ve had a wood-burning fireplace for 30 years, and about 20 years ago we began adding sage (from my garden) to our first fire of the season.  I believe burning sage and smudging clears the air of negative energy, a sort of spiritual house-cleaning as I’ve heard it called.  It’s just a little ritual of the seasons that has become a tradition.

Three years ago I read an article about Yule logs and adapted it to our First Fire Ritual.  We find a barkless log and write our wishes on it–Peace, Love, Joy–all that good stuff, and personal wishes, as well.  Then we put it into the fire, cover it with the sage, and wait for our wildest dreams to come true.  While there is still no Peace on Earth, we keep sending our wishes up to the universe for consideration.   This year, we asked the grandkids to tell us Their Wishes so we could write them on the Log:  Emma-place at oireachtas; Eliza-no homework and live at Disney; Olivia-pretty teeth (she’s getting braces in January);  and for Samantha we figured she wishes she could Be a Big Girl, too…

Temps are going down to 21 tonight…time to put another log on the fire…

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Peace.

Posted in Best of Sonnystone Acres

Best of Sonnystone: 2011

While I take a break from blogging, every Sunday I will dredge up the Past, digging deep to find the most popular posts from each year since The News has been published.

Always nice to take a walk down Memory Lane…shall we?

Born at the Right Time…January 22, 2011

Posted in 2016, Breaking News, updates

Eric: The Epilogue

I guess it will always be the Year-that-Eric-got-cancer, and it’s been a long rough-patch.  The days since March, 2015 have been fraught with temptation to fear, piled with prayers for mercy and healing, and full of gratitude as friends have shared our woes and lightened the burden.

Eric is Now (as of 6/23) not Just Cancer-Free, but Officially Finished with All his treatments.  That’s 17 rounds of chemotherapy, a rare adult who made it through All of the prescribed infusions.   That’s one surgery to remove 3 rays of his left foot with associated wound-healing complications.  That’s one bout of Sepsis following the final chemo treatment.  That’s 25 radiation treatments, burning his foot till it resembled Peking Duck and temporarily putting him back on crutches.  That’s about enough, isn’t it?

I want to use all of my eloquence to describe my son-in-law, but superlatives sound so shallow:  fantastic father!  great husband!  caring friend!   He is all of that and always has been, but adding !cancer survivor! misses the truth.  He was determined, often grimly, motivated by his daughters to stand up to whatever the cure required.  It has made him a deeper, stronger soul…

I’m reminded of these verses from the poem, Invictus by William Ernest Henley:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

I really think a celebration is in order.  Let’s get it started this Independence Day weekend—set off a bottle rocket, or light a sparkler, or maybe even throw one of those cherry bombs in Eric’s Honor.  Toast him with your favorite beverage!

You Really are a Rockstar, Eric! You did it!  It’s Over!  You are so loved and admired!

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Posted in week-end wrap-up

Week-end Wrap-up

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I got up really early yesterday morning and sweated out in the garden for a couple of hours before I stopped for a break.  Cooling off in the a/c, I turned on the radio to listen to my Sunday-morning broadcasts on NPR.  That’s when I heard the news about the massacre in Orlando.  Stunned and sickened, I broke down and cried.  I’m crying now, too, because those victims were my brothers and sisters, even the killer and his family are my brothers and sisters, and I share their grief, anguish and their anger.

I am not a democrat.  I am not a republican.  I am not christian, muslim, jew, or hindu.  I am not who you say I am, and I can’t be summed up with demographics.

My testimony is that I am a human being.  Human–I have a body, a body that will die.  Being–I have a spirit–a soul that will always be.   My spirit, my being, is Exactly the same as yours and “theirs” and all the Beings who are gone, all the beings who are to come.  Our bodies and our “lives” look different, but We Are All The Same Spirit, chips off the old block, you could say.  That block is Love, which requires Forgiveness,  which is the only path to Peace.  (the members/families of Emanuel AME  demonstrated that most poignantly)

I keep praying for that moment when we all come together in love, but this terror keeps us afraid of each other, and fear is the opposite of Love.    Don’t give in to it, friends.    Keep Peace in your heart.

And in the end, we were all just

humans,

drunk on the idea

that love,

only love,

could heal

our brokenness…

……c. poindexter…

Posted in Christmas 2015

Group Hug

It was many moons ago, early Christmas morning…  Casey had gotten called in to work as an unexpectedly heavy snow fell.  I was unable to go back to sleep after he left, so I got up and had a cup of coffee and watched the fat, fluffy,  flakes falling softly, outlining the landscape outside…  At about 6am, a couple cups of coffee under my belt, I piled into the car and drove carefully up the street to my mom and dad’s house, where the lights were blazing and the two of them were about the business of making Christmas.  (my kids were past Santa, and of an age where they could easily have slept all day)

Inside Mom and Daddy’s house, the oven was warm, the tree was lit, Christmas music from the local fogey channel was playing softly.  I joined right in, peeling potatoes, chopping celery, stopping for ciggie breaks and conversation.  I don’t remember what we talked about, or whether it was a ham or turkey, (though probably it was ham with that weird sauce she used to fix).  I don’t even remember what year it was, just that it was happy.

As I went to leave, a couple of hours later, Mom said, “I think this is how Christmas is supposed to be”.  and I laughed and said, “I do, too”.  Daddy was standing over by the door, and he put his arms out and said, “Group Hug”.  Mom and I fell into him, all of us holding onto each other and squeezing;  I said, “I love you guys” and Mom said, “Love you, too, Jody” and Daddy said, “Love”…   We all laughed as we un-hugged, (and Daddy pulled my ears) and I went out to my car warm and mellow.

The snow had stopped, leaving the world looking like a Currier & Ives Christmas card.

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(currier & ives, in case you never heard of them)

Quietly, I drove the short distance back, full of the love from that hug, wondering at the beauty of the snow-covered world, feeling like I owned it.

That hug still warms me today. Daddy’s been gone 18 years, Mom 13, but that memory is like a movie I watch again and again, as real as my dreams.   There is no group here to hug today, but very soon we will all be together and there will be some mega-hugging going on.

Till then, do me a favor, will you?  Have yourself a merry Group-Hug today;  hold each other tight.  Give your loved ones a memory that will warm them 20+ years later.

Merry Christmas, friends.  Have a happy.

Posted in 2015, Autumn at Sonnystone Acres

Weekly-Wrap-up

It started off well, didn’t it?  Mundane on Monday, Tuesday we got topical, Wednesday was whimsical, and on Thursday we remembered some good times past…

Friday, the 13th of November, 2015 it all went to hell.  It’s such a shame that we seem to only come together after such tragedies, and then only for a short time.  Please, please, please…don’t hate.  Keep your heart full of compassion for the victims—and we are all victims.  Don’t let the un-mainstream media fool you into thinking they’re giving you the true story.  The true story is that people are hurting everywhere and we must lift them up in love or we will be brought down by hate.  I’m a little surprised to quote the Dixie Chicks, but it’s a great song, written by Gary Nicholson and Timothy Page O’Brien:

Just look out around us
People fightin’ their wars
They think they’ll be happy
When they’ve settled their scores
Let’s lay down our weapons
That hold us apart
Be still for just a minute
Try to open our hearts

More love, I can hear our hearts cryin’
More love, I know that’s all we need
More love, to flow in between us
To take us and hold us and lift us above
If there’s ever an answer
It’s more love

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On Sunday, Lana, Vicki, and I headed over to University of Evansville’s Shanklin Theatre to watch the musical, “Big Fish”.  It was just the touch of light-hearted that I needed (though it was a little too sappy for Lana and Vicki).  Since the last musical we saw there was “Sweeney Todd”, I think it was my turn for happy-heart-warming-with-just-a-touch-of-tears.   Nicely done, as usual.

Just in case you don’t remember the above-mentioned song…listen up.  LOVE

Posted in Autumn at Sonnystone Acres, week-end wrap-up

Week-end Wrap-up

It’s been a busy week here at the Acres, most of the activity unplanned…in a good way.

Casey and I have been talking for a while about buying a travel trailer.  The first obstacle in our path was always the need to buy a sturdier pulling vehicle.  Neither my Caravan, nor his 1992 Dakota were suitable for towing.  Off and on, we’d talk about it, but he was quite obsessed with having a towing package and that generally was harder to find at our price point.  After camping up at Harmonie the other week, we decided to take the first steps to buying, so we got serious about looking…

It was right down the street:  a 2004 Ford Expedition with the towing packge, 4WD, and the Eddie Bauer Edition to boot.  It’s got all the bells and whistles:  dvd player, 6-CD player, leather seats, sunroof, etc.  The price was right, we bought it, and we’re so excited!  (the Dakota is for sale, if you know anybody looking)

That was Tuesday…

On Wednesday, I dragged ass out of bed to go over to Michael’s and watch his kids for the day.  Jessica is back to work and will be traveling once a month, giving me the most splendid opportunity to spend time with Samantha!  Olivia, too, but we walk to school at about 8am and her daddy is usually home by the time we walk home at 3pm.  Samantha is 8 months old now, still smiley, usually easy-going and I loved being with her.  I do rely on Mickey and Minnie to help entertain, so we sang and clapped and did some dancing.  Naps are nice, too.  Nothing is nicer than a cuddly baby sleeping on your chest—best heart medicine ever..!

I’ve been kinda down since Melissa’s last blog post.  I know better than to worry and throw out any negative energy of fear.  I realize, deep down, that there is nothing I can do…but my mind wants to keep reviewing options that don’t exist.  It just so happens that I am getting better at being aware of my thoughts instead of believing them, so I just accept that this is what my life is…the good, the bad, the high, the low, the up, the down…Just Breathe in, then breathe out.  Let it be…

And be grateful…   I took a walk into our 2-acre woods today.  It was just before the leaves changed when I last visited.  Since then, I enjoyed the abundant colors from the top of the hill and watched them fall after the frosts and rains.  Casey’s out doing his leaf-blowing-thing:  onto the tarps, dragged down the hill to be added to the hedgerow… I shuffled my feet through the leaves, the crunchyswooshy sound giving rise to pleasant memories of past Autumns.  I stopped and stood very, very still;  heard the birds, the squirrels, the rustling leaves holding tight to the treetops.  No words.  Just me and the Presence of the Lord.  I am so grateful for Life.

This is where the pictures were supposed to go, but I can’t get Windows 10 to recognize the old Nikon, so you’ll just have to use your imagination.  Better yet, go outside and enjoy the beauty in your world.  And be thankful…

P.S.  I have to add some sort of picture so that my gravatar won’t take over on the social medias…This one is from a couple of weeks ago…

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