So, I haven't been around for awhile. I have a few new blogs, and been ignoring them too..

 Oh well, I found my log in for this , my first and oldest blog, Cloudhidden

My current blog is a daily city photo blog, and it's called:

 Mukilteo Daily Photo, and you can get there with this link:

http://mukilteodailyphoto.blogspot.com/

Delivers itself in Slivers

Stars stud black heaven,
a milky way,

slip off shoes
sit quietly listening,
observing

Your face shines
your eyes ,
I fall in to you

Grace
Grace, a pool of grace

Imagine grace, it is what you are, what I Am.
Sit in this minute moment, again
and again as it delivers itself in slivers

and watch as each sliver, a key so small,
defies time, the cosmos opens itself
there in a pool of grace at your feetless feet.

recognize.. when you dissolve from illusion into reality.

Were you, like me,
the last to know
you'd have to be

when awakened, It's seen
there is no other.

I AM the Bougainvillea, and the Butterfly

Still shivering, the cuffs of my sweater wet from impromptu gardening in the rain this evening just before dusk.

Teeth chattering, yet almost too busy reflecting upon the sensualities of nature to pay much mind to getting warmed up. There are some things that are more appealing than climbing into a warm old robe and being comfortable.

Yesterday, too hot, today, too cold and it’s wet, I had thought I lived in Washington, but surely not..these extremes too radical.

The cold and wet leftover from my excursion in the dirt and rain, as I was armed with water hose (myself the target apparently) thrills me enough to revel in the cold just now, with dirt still under my fingernails. [I think of Alan Watts in Cloud Hidden Whereabouts Unknown saying how the hippies had dirt underneath their fingernails. The connotation of that so filling, it’s a wonder all that conjures up..]

Yes, I have dirt under my fingernails and all that is conjured up in that phrase, I AM. I Am light at heart; and playful, I am experimental, and delightful, I am the explorer, the leader, and the follower I lead, the gifted, and gift as well.

I am the entrepreneur, and I am the mystic, the creator, and the created.. I AM.

I am the bougainvillea, and the butterfly , the pink rhododendron, and pink azalea, too. I am the dirt I dig, as I dig the dirt.

The smell of earth has caught me, I remember it’s first early scent as I sat upon the grass as a little baby girl so close to earth, she was one of my best friends, and still…..is.

The grasses and colors of flowers, and smells of scents that traveled by my nose, puppy smells, and tiny palms sweaty with dirt in the creases. I had mud pies in my stars; still in my stars, mud pies in my dreams, waking and sleeping.

Old hands now as I stop to look, as the cold wears off and I forget I AM, this eternal child for a moment, and remember time has a place in my dream, and age, too, along with age spots from too much sunshine. Surely that isn’t possible; too much sunshine, or too much fog, too much play or imagination?

I Am the remember-er; and maker of stardust, the molten core of earth and the waves upon the shore. I Am the cosmos, and laughter. I Am the divine, bougainvillea, and the butterfly.

Turkey's Last week in LaConner

Just think, This might have been the National Bird.
Last time I was in LaConner they were lined up at the bakery early in the morning across from y hotel room, waiting for the bakery to open. These local yokels are famous around here.

Considering what America has become, I think the Turkey might have been a fitting National Bird. Maybe we should change birds with each Presidency, so they are at least reflect one another.

We could vote for the bird each year, after the elections, as a barometer of what the people really think of the presidency.
I nominate the turkey for this year's bird.

Long Weekend

Workshop, and a short hike..I have photos from earlier in the week tho of tulips and rhodies to post and of my short hike this evening after the workshop...