Monday is for Musing…

in no particular order…

My old Nikon is so old…and I’ve banged it around, left the lens caps off, and did I mention it is old?  I think its photos are about 3 pixels.  I’ve priced a new one and I’m just too cheap to buy it…  The disadvantage is that it is such a big camera and dragging it around my neck gets tiresome.  The advantage is that it has a viewfinder and I’m just bad at taking pictures using that screen-thing ya’ll are so accustomed to.

So it came to be that I needed a phone upgrade and got a Galaxy s7 edge the other day.  This baby takes lovely pictures, like going from analog to HD…but I’m struggling to get my composition right whilst using that dang screen to frame it.  I’ve been walking around the house practicing…

…and will hopefully be handy with it when we are on…

…our upcoming trip…

We’ve been cleaning up the house and gardens in preparation for our upcoming trip to Disney World.  Yes, we are Disney Freaks and try to visit every 2 years.   This year is very different, though, since Melissa and her brood can’t be with us.    Michael and I have been intently working on the trip since last Christmas.  Casey and I will be staying at the Fort Wilderness Campground and the Jrs were upgraded from Port Orleans to Animal Kingdom Lodge!  We have dining reservations at the Royal Table (and all the other good character dinners) and fast-passes for all the most popular rides.  Because we’ve usually had a group of 10 and adjoining rooms, because we’ve usually stayed 4 days and this time we’re staying 6, I’m sort of discombobulated by the amount of time Casey and I will be on our own…  The International Food and Wine Festival is going on at Epcot…very timely…

(The New Yorkers will be meeting us at WDW next July…we get to go every year for a while!)

…remember when facebook was fun..?

It’s been a while.  Long ago I began to “hide” people, putting them on my acquaintance list whenever they posted a hateful anti-Obama meme or spewed some other racist shit.  I felt that was “nicer” than un-friending them, and soon half of my fb-friends were hidden.

The other day, I put Everybody back on the Friend List and started to receive their little posts in my newsfeed…  No surprise that all of those “friends” are still posting anti-Obama and Hillary memes, anti-LGBT and immigrants posts, and are Angry that Most of us are opposed to their guy, acting like they were so respectful when they were opposed to Pres 44.  Can anybody say “Tea Party”?  Remember, that was about “taxes”, not that black guy who was president…

I have put most of them back on the acquaintance list…

..the self-acceptance summit…

My biggest personal problem, the one that I have struggled with Forever, it seems, is my self-hate.  I talk to myself like I would never speak to another person.  I call names, I demean, I beat myself up for every mistake I make.  My inner Judge has always been a bitch, stemming from blahblah childhood blahblah poor parenting, blahblah mean people blahblahblah…  I’ve prayed, I’ve meditated, I’ve tried the medicine…my struggle continues.  Ridding myself of people who reinforce such attitude has helped, and last week I attended a seminar on Self-Compassion that was Word when I needed it.

It was nice to “meet” some of my favorite authors–Elizabeth Gilbert, Danielle LaPorte, Kristin Neff, and Anne Lamott, to name a few.  What I was advised was to be my own friend and to respond to my Self with compassion, understanding, and forgiveness.  Sounds easy, eh?  Well, I’m trying.

What struck me most about these folks was their lack of perfection, their complete and honest admission that they are just as effed up inside as I am.  People who write best-sellers are still just messed up people like me….except they actually wrote best-sellers…

enough of musing…let’s have some music…

Peace

99% solar eclipse

I wasn’t too awfully taken in with the Solar Eclipse phenom, but since we’re located so close to the action (81 miles to Hopkinsville, KY and 99 miles to Carbondale, IL) it has been the talk of the town.  People flocked to the areas of totality, and it looked to me like they had an Awesome experience.  Eville was to be 99% and I figured that would be good enough.  My son and his co-workers at the Hwy Department worked special hours today, driving to the roads to corral the hordes of folks expected to line the shoulders to see the eclipse.  They were warned that animals would be freaking out in the daytime-darkness and that bats would come out.

Well, what a surprise…  I went down to get my nails done and Kim, my manicurist, had some solar glasses.  I was the only customer and we all went outside and took turns using the glasses.

It was way cool…but…it did not get dark.  It was a little like having sunglasses on, and it felt a bit eerie, but the shadows remained strong.  I’m like…what?   There was just a sliver, a small rim of the sun still showing, but 1% was enough to cast a strong shadow.  Amazing.  That Sun is one helluva star… (No, the animals were cool with the event, and no crowds were lining the sides of the highway.)

I’ve been pulled away to help my cousin with his elderly dad and I’ve made a half-dozen trips to Grayville and back, all of which started After we had already made a mess pulling stuff out of the attic for the rummage sale.  In addition, we’re getting Olivia to and from school and watching Samantha on T-W-and part of Th.  The sale is this Saturday and the weather is supposed to be good.

I have to admit, kids, that the constant barrage of shit from Washington is making me sick and tired.  I try to ignore it, but I just can’t!  Just when things seem to calm down, another catastrophe occurs.  I’m trying to stay positive, but It’s Really Bumming me out…  I’m not writing much because I can’t act like I’m not moved and upset, but I don’t think I write very well about it.  I wish I could.

Anyway, I’ll see you at the rummage sale this week-end…I’m selling my old albums and a record player (that works)…you know you need you some vintage vinyl…

Peace

 

Memorial Day, 2017

Busy week, this last one, full of people I love.  Between babysitting, elder-sitting, and good, old friends, I haven’t had time to do much more than maintenance.  I’m way behind on my reading challenge because I didn’t have the challenge book with me at Cades Cove and started reading another, so now I’m finishing up two.

Many confuse Memorial Day with Veterans Day.  The former is for those who have made the ultimate sacrifice and lost their lives for their country in military service, the latter for all those who served.  No one in my mom or dad’s family has died in combat, but for the millions of lives cut short by war, it is good to take time to pause and reflect with prayers or meditations of remembrance and thanksgiving for all we, the living, have in this wonderful country.

I remember when we called this Decoration Day and we would go with my great-grandmother in Southern Illinois to walk around dozens (it seemed) of cemeteries littered with Maynes and Kinkades.  Casey and I made our way through most of the old cemeteries at one time or another in the last 20 years, but the weather isn’t always co-operative.   This year would have given us a beautiful day to re-enact the trip, but we chose to stay put, doing mostly nothing.

Casey’s working on putting up our little pool and the week ahead looks sunny.  We are leaving next week, flying to NYC for Eliza’s kindergarten graduation/party and both girls will be dancing Irish at their school’s

Ceili  –  ˈkālē/

a social event at which there is Scottish or Irish folk music and singing, traditional dancing, and storytelling.

Both PawPaw and I are going, and this will be the first time he has seen the girls dance in person, so we are All excited.

Till then, we’ll be laying around the shack, watching the garden grow.  Well, I will. I can’t keep track of Casey, but he’ll be doing something helpful, I’m sure.

Peace

 

 

Back home again…

Had a great trip to visit with the NYC grand-daughters, mostly Eliza, who was on spring break.

Anyway, it was a quick trip…  Eliza and I went down to Rockefeller Center, but I failed to get Studio Tour tickets.  Not to be daunted we went** to the Top of the Rock…

We played games and did some book-reading, attended Emma’s All-School Assembly, and just enjoyed being together!!

I arrived back at Sonnystone on Saturday, and I have to brag that my house was freshly swept and my windows were shiny-clean.  All of the my veggie plants were in great shape.  The seeds that I planted last Sunday are just sort-of starting to pop up.  Sunday we planted 9–count ’em–9 double knockout roses across the front of the house.  We’ll be planting veggies this week-end, if not before..!

I’m babysitting Samantha today and tomorrow…

Hope your week is off to a great start!

Peace

 

** (I accidentally walked by trump tower while there…the whole block has to be cordoned off and there are seriously weaponized men everywhere.  I don’t blame Melania for not wanting to live with her husband, and I understand that Barron has special needs,  but according to the New York City Police Department, it has cost the taxpayers an average of $127,000 to $145,000 per day to keep Melania and Barron Trump in New York. By the time the Trumps vacate Trump Tower in June, (if they do) the tallied amount is projected to hit $8.6 million.  Since he’s so rich, can’t he pay that himself?)

(that wasn’t very peaceful, was it?  sorrrry…)

For Real…

Peace to All of you!

 

Week-end Wrap-up

The Women’s Marches around the world yesterday were absolutely exhilarating to those of us who have felt despondent since November 9.  It was a fabulous showing of solidarity, one that sprang up spontaneously on facebook.  Even Eville sent out 2 buses!  The local marches were just as inspiring—throughout the red states there were strong women emerging from their post-election funk to join together, rise up, and use their Voices against policies and politicians who would limit our liberties.

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Our Eville March was a small affair, not focused on women at all.  “With Liberty and Justice For All” presented 4 wonderful speakers who shared their hope for a world where All can feel safe and free.  A poem written for the occasion called it “the inauguration day of a new movement”.  Then the crowd moved down the riverfront to Main and up to the Library…

At the library, there were over 20 groups represented with volunteer sign-up sheets and lots of info about their causes and missions.  By the time I left, the place was packed…

I met some people who I want to work with.  I’ll keep you informed as I explore some of the groups that were represented.  I hope that in your world you are looking out for groups that promote social justice and peace.

I don’t know who wrote this, but I wish it had been me…

“People want to belittle this effort by calling it a “little walk.”

“What’s a little walk going to do,” they say.

A little walk by protesters to Boston Harbor sparked a nation’s independence from a monarchy.

A little walk from Selma to Montgomery, and from the Washington Monument to the Lincoln Memorial sparked the enactment of civil rights legislation for the American descendants of former slaves and changed the world’s conscience about hate and the importance of nonviolent protest against the evils of this world.

A little walk by students and young people to Washington, DC helped to change America’s conscience about the Vietnam War.

A little walk by a Chinese boy in Tiananmen Square helped the world see the oppressive regime of the People’s Republic of China.

A little walk by protesters in Cape Town, galvanized the world against South Africa’s apartheid regime, and helped to free the Freedom Fighter who was in jail for over 2 decades, who would one day become South Africa’s first Black President.

A little walk by tired and frustrated citizens to Tahir Square in Egypt caused a 30 year President to resign.

Little walks are powerful and can change a nation.

Little walks are powerful and can change the world.”

We’re Stronger Together…Keep it Going

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Peace

A short note on MLK Day…

For the last week or so, Sonnystone has sunk into the graycold monotony of January.  Casey’s work on the laundry room has kept him occupied.  I have whiled away my hours planning gardens, trips, and dinners, reading and playing.

Until! a couple of days ago, I got so excited to see that Eville is actually going to have a Sister March…well, not exactly a Sister March, but an inauguration day march.  It will not be particularly protesting anything, but will be affirming a commitment to “Liberty and Justice For All”.   I’m for that.  There will be a Fair down at the library with over 20 groups represented.  I’m so excited to join with folks who share my hope that All of Us, Everyone,  can respect and support each other as we strive for equality and inclusion.

You’ve all heard my mantra of Peace, but it is especially fitting on this Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday, to pledge to do more than talk about it, or march about it.  As we join hands, we must join our hearts to the cause of Peace, to lend our hands to the organizations that promote Peace, and to lift up the folks who need the touch of Peace.  Because, actually, all you need is Love; give Peace a chance. (tee-hee)

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epiphany…

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Epiphany is one of the oldest Christian feasts. It was celebrated since the end of the second century, before the Christmas holiday was established. Like other Christian seasons, the church appropriated Epiphany from an old pagan festival. As early as 1996 BCE, the Egyptians celebrated the winter solstice (which then occurred on January 6) with a tribute to Aeon, the Virgin. It is important to note that the holiday was established prior to the Gregorian calendar’s introduction.

Let’s add a little Meaning to the day and commemorate all those epiphanies that have led us here, right now.  Let’s drink to the Illuminating Revelations, Glimpses of the True Nature of Life, the Simple Intuitive Grasps of Truth that have led us to This Moment.   Some of our epiphanies were the result of a fall, or a failure, a betrayal, or loss.   Some of our epiphanies were at the top of the mountain, under a green canopy of forest, or watching waves crash on the shore.  Some were while we gazed into the eyes of newborn baby, held an Aged One’s hand, or listened to the minor fall and major lift of Music. Remember, honor, and celebrate All that has brought us to This Now, This Epiphany…

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Peace