Highly Suggested

To read this entire introduction from the Course, or buy the Intro for $3.00.

Either print out and read from online, The A Course In  Introduction Miracles

It is in Forgiveness that we are forgiven. In truth, there is nothing to forgive.

Design Addicts ....

You ,”must,” go here for fun.

Potters and gardens

Last summer I visited the studio home of Robin Hopper and Judi Dylle, both well known potters, who make their home near Victoria BC. I enjoyed walking through their gardens and spending time in the studio then gallery deciding on a pot or 2 to buy. It was a tough decision, but I decided to buy one of each including a few small pieces made by their charming and talented young Granddaughter. I found this articel about their garden in a publication, and now online. Take a peek at what they have to offer, and if you are over that way, take a look.

If you take a look at their pottery, you will see why it was so hard deciding what to purchase.

Fudge Cupcakes AKA Gut Rocks

My kids named these fudge cupcakes," gut rocks," because as far as a cupcake goes, these are really heavy. They are actually a brownie of the very best variety made in a cup cake paper and tin.

1C flour
1 3/4 C surar
4 eggs Mix together with a spoon, do NOT beat!

Melt 2 sticks margarine
2/3 C chocolate chips,
add: 1 C chopped pecans
1t vanilla

Mix together, and fill cup cake pans lined with papers 1/2 full. Bake at 350 until done.
Warning!!!!!!~These will not last long~

Curly leafy dichondra seed for a fun house plant

I came home last night from my visit to see Kimmy, with this small growing art work, grass planted in those glass rectangular dishes restaurants use for packages of sugar, and a rectangular glass plate to set them in. I was thinking how nice dichondra would look planted in some of Kim's glass gardens, so I made a search for Dichondra, and it's seed

Carbon Tested Friend!

SOMETHING TO SAY Art for Tsumani relief by Kim Carney, one of my very best friends! Carbon testing reveals we go way back! I have red, pink with cream peonies like Kim's.

Heart throb!

Mini mac computer $500.00, Totally affordable, and kewl, Mac you make my heart skip a beat, just in time for V day. Won't some one buy you and give you away, to me! Or an ipod is good, too. Oh my my, need a few extra bucks, and a source for a small mini screen.

Apple of my eye, and a great stock too. Selling a million songs a day at 99 cents each, you are," my precious!"

John, ( my stockbroker) eat your heart out!

Informative chat link, politics, economics

http://www.prudentbear.com/bearschat/bbs_list.asp?fid=1
Also rumor has it that Bill Moyers is challenging Americans to not spend one dime on Inaugration day in protest of the war, boycotting all spending on that day. It would be a good meter to see if we the people have any power at all, if we have any, it would be economic! Try it! While this may be only an urban legend, what if we learn something from it, like we do have some power? Wouldn't it be worth the experiment? I think so! If we learned that by eating beans for a month of Sundays, or not buying any new clothes for a month would get the attention of an inattentive government, wouldn't it be well worth the try? No protests with police shooting college kids, just stop spending a bit, who couldn't manage that? Opinions anyone?

Never too late?

One short note before bed. This is about my beginnings, and I hope it rings a bell with somebody. Back in PA when I was a little little girl playing cowboys and Indians, I remember now, that I was prone to faint, ( as cowgirls on tv did) and fall to the ground, hand over my head, palm up. I remember kids standing over me, girls that knew about this fainting, and boys who said,” What happened?” The girls replying, “Oh, she fainted.”

My my, the joys of childhood, any other fainters out there? I was also responsible for butter and brown sugar sandwiches for all the kids. And... I made maple leaf and lilac corsages and sold them door to door for a nickel when I was 5. MY first great idea. It all began then...or maybe that is when it all ended? Maybe, just maybe, unlike Jimmy Stewart, and Henry Fonda, who apparently continued with their cowboy playing, as actors, I failed to acknowledge my budding talents as a drama queen..or else, maybe it was moving to Texas that was responsible...learning too soon there weren't really any cowboys and Indians fighting it out in the wild west. Yes, I think that was what stunted my acting career! They say it is never too late!

Leaving Jake Part 3

Our relationship had been adventurous. Hiking and backpack trips were full of laughter, teasing, frequent stops along the trail to embrace. He was a witty and charming man, that Jake! On one particular hike I was trudging up a steep trail, pack on my back, panting ( and I was in shape). He made his way effortlessly, almost machine like. I stopped, breathless, and he came to stand beside me, and mostly to hide my embarrassment I said,” bet you don’t even have a pulse? (huff huff)” I slipped my fingers over his wrist, “see, you don’t have a pulse,” I announced.

With that he said, “hug me!” I wrapped my arms around his tall slender body and squeezed him. “Now take my pulse,” he said.

I laughed. He was occasionally able to shine like a star, but I was,” the older, more experienced woman.” I wrote.

“ Ha!,” He laughs, reading over my shoulder, arms folded, feet spread apart in the sand, striking his favorite “King and I pose.” It was part of our ritual folklore.

Fate plays a hand in my life. I make plans, and watch as they crumble, not passively either. I run to the disaster, as if it were a wall under construction, built by some impatient person who caused this defect. The plaster is sliding. I run to hold it in place, it shifts, and slides to the floor anyway.

Looking out towards the ocean and sky and night sky I see the rich white milky way, and silently remember how we are but a small part of that galaxy. The water is deep, mysterious before me, powerful. I look back at myself, I am a speck of sand on a beach. I wonder why I even try to make plans sometimes. As I plan an ending, Jake plans a different one.
“ I am buying a small condo in San Miguel and moving,” I say. "I have signed the papers, the offer has been accepted, I am remodeling, I am eager to go on.”

“ I will help you remodel,” he says, “ I am moving to San Miguel.”

“ You are not moving to San Miguel, but I will invite you to a farewell dinner.”

“The beginning of many,” he says.

“”yes, I will have many dinners, many friends over, male friends,” I say, smiling demurely, picking the feathers from my teeth.

“ I ‘ll get rid of them all,” he says, feel apart, arms folded, eyes sparkling, a smile spreading across his face.

As I type in these lines, the realtor calls, “The owner of the condo who accepted your offer has a problem, she has declared bankruptcy.”

I am mystified, rattled, “What are you saying?”

“She won’t be selling her condo after all.”

Where do I go from here, I wonder? I run to the wall, the plaster is sliding; I reach to hold it in place. I am chicken little, The sky is falling, the big dipper tilts, a crack appears in the night sky, a strange light appears, as though someone is cutting and pasting the pieces of my life into an indistinguishable form. Nothing is familiar anymore, except the unfamiliar. I go through the motions of living, trying to rebuild, yet like Pinocchio jerked around by strings, the messsages I get are mixed just enough to keep me interested, confused, and more and more sad all the time.



copyright 1999 Sherry M Stewart