Do you ever wonder about the convoluted nature of life?

I have, and do, and as usual, my conclusions make sense to me. Is that scary, or what? As my mind seems to do, it comes to a conclusion quickly, knowing without really knowing how I know. It is strange, but feels most normal. At any rate, convoluted seems to explain all of life, a great connection, a coil, a spiral, where everything is connected.

Convolutions always seemed weird to me, until this moment when I realized that it is the way life is connected, the way we reap what we sow, the way drama is, the way life unfolds, what we create for all the reasons we create and in all the ways we create, all of us, from the most innocent to the most out at the fringe kind of person.

I think of the luxury honesty is, and of those who cannot afford the luxury of being honest because their lives do not cooperate with mainstream life. And I think of how mainstream life is meaningless, and just as convoluted in another way. I think of growth and how it always seems to spiral, arriving at a place of knowing something only to forget and revisit it again as if I have coiled around to the same place again, maybe a little different orientation this time round.

Good reason not to judge, and to forgive, everyone, and ourselves. It's late, and maybe this doesn't make sense to many people, but to me, it does whether I am saying it succinctly or not. As diffferent as we feel we are from anyone else, in reality, we are alike. In reality, we are all coiled together in one. In this chaotic appearing life is hidden a symmetry, a perfection, that our eyes cannot see. We are love wound.

Does anyone know what I am addressing here?

(con·vo·lut·ed) (kon²vo-l[ldbomac]t¢[schwa]d) [L. convolutus] rolled together or coiled.
- an intricate pattern of endless convolutions
[1913 Webster]

coiled \coiled\ (koild), adj.
curled or wound especially in concentric rings or spirals;
as, a coiled snake ready to strike; the rope lay coiled on
the deck. Opposite of uncoiled.

Note: [Narrower terms: coiling, helical, spiral, spiraling, volute, voluted, whorled
; convolute rolled longitudinally upon itself
;curled, curled up;
involute closely coiled so that the axis is obscured)
; looped, whorled; twined, twisted;
convoluted; involute, rolled esp of petals or leaves in bud: having margins rolled inward)
; wound]

There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin

Just found this, interesting:

Fractal Geometry, a Case in point.

Crissmiss music list..LISTEN to music!

It is very beautiful music: You can get it on Itunes! PS. (When Daisy was little, she wrote a sweet poem about Christmas, and spelled it Crissmiss.) I think it is so sweet. BTW, a recent study by a major university published documentation that we have no torbule reading words all misspelled as lnog as all ltetres are cteainod and the fisrt and lsat letters are fisrt and lsat.

Keep in mind this is a phone recording, and be patient. You will get an idea anyway of some nice music. ( use your imagination)

The Holly and the Ivy 3:08 Mediaeval Baebes Mistletoe & Wine World

Lamb of God 2:25 John Michael Talbot The John Michael Talbot Collection Inspirational

We Three Kings of Orient Are 2:08 Tim Janis Christmas Holiday

Gloria 2:38 Jewel Joy: A Holiday Collection Holiday

God Is The Light 3:37 Yusuf Islam Box Set-The Last Folk

O Holy Night 3:43 Anuna Christmas Songs Holiday

O Come All Ye Faithful 3:24 David Drinkel, The Chieftains & The Renaissance Singers The Bells of Dublin Holiday

Morning Has Broken 3:21 Cat Stevens The Search: Box Set (Disc 1) Folk

O Come, O Come Emmanuel 3:48 David Nevue O Come Emmanuel New Age

A Breton Carol 3:43 The Chieftains & Nolwenn Monjarret The Bells of Dublin Holiday

Good People All, This Christmastide 3:18 Taverner Consort, Choir & Players with members of the New London Chamber Choir and the Henrietta Barnett School Choir, Andrew Parrott The Promise of Ages - A Christmas Collection Classical

Slumber My Darling 4:48 Alison Krauss, Edgar Meyer, Mark O'Connor & Yo-Yo Ma Beautiful Dreamer - The Songs of Stephen Foster Folk

Communion Song 4:30 John Michael Talbot The John Michael Talbot Collection Inspirational
Ave Maria 3:43 Jewel Joy: A Holiday Collection Holiday

Undrentide 4:48 Mediaeval Baebes Mistletoe & Wine World

The Wexford Carol 3:08 Derek Bell, Kevin Conneff, Martin Fay, Matt Molloy, Nanci Griffith, Paddy Moloney, Seán Keane & The Chieftains The Bells of Dublin Holiday

Kitten Kat

Kitty has a name, but it is ..way...toooooo long to write here, since his name is Honey SweeTie Pie Pootie Tat Precious Punkin Baby Kitten Katen..on and on, AKA Kitty.

These cats are sneaky rascals. They get around, Yesterday I saw my pootie tat run into my neighbors garage..I suspect that maybe those days when he was gone 13 hours, he may have been there closed up! Their cat was in our garage once, but not for so long.

This morning their cat was in my backyard (my Pudin had gone out earlier). I think this cat thought," hmm, he was in my garage yesterday, so I'll go to his yard this morning. Of course my cat was probably saying the same thing but in another cat's yard.

Well I just got back , it seems from MO, and I leave again soon to go back for Crissmiss. It was so good seeing everyone!

Merry Crissmiss everyone!

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Similiar Minds today....my scores for al the world to see..well anyone who looks.

Thanksgiving

My trip to Branson for Thanksgiving was good. We arrived after a long day flying, a layover in Denver, a drive from Springfield to Branson, finally at about 4:30 Dinner was waiting, and greetings, smiles, lots of warm hugs from faces I had not seen in a long time, and searching out faces to see what can be learned from them. Daph was tired. Karen, mischievous, I gave her a shirt that said, " I am definitely up to something." I spent time with my family, kids. Jeremy was always an eager greeter, waiting for us to arrive. He was so sweet with his big pretty smile. He read to me, The Polar Express, he is a really good reader! Karen also read with us, she reads to him a lot, What a good big sister she is! John offered drinks and hugs, and John T offered a lot of hugs.

I haven't downloaded photos yet.

It is always good to see Daphne, my Sugarbear. She is a fun person to be with. We always have fun together. I miss her already. She took time off to relax, and I was glad she could. I was hoping we'd have a little time together, just her and me, and there were moments, but we didn't get to just hang out together. I always enjoy doing that.

Daisy is my little cozy posey in her pink robe, with a smile that brightens any day, when she smiles. We stayed with her, and it kept her company that she said she needed because it was lonely all alone, and made it possible to see her a little more than I usually get to see her. She made breakfast sandwiches for us, and the day we left she cooked dinner for her neighbors downstairs who look out for her and she them. I met them, such good people. I am glad she has them nearby. They said she is family. She has so many friends that visit her. Young and beautiful. Wow, if they only knew!

John made spaghetti, and meatballs Sunday. His parents came over, Carolyn and Luther, and they told stories that were great to hear. John is very hospitable, and we enjoyed his company. John and Karen were home too, and we enjoyed our visit with them a lot, too. John was very affectionate, and Karen mostly on the computer chatting, but always there to give and receive hugs.

Thanksgiving Day, we were all together, including Mary, John's sister. It was a good day. That was the day we arrived.

Monday we drove to Arkansas along the Buffalo River, and through a canyon. I was very tired that day.

Returning home we had 2 flight delays. United Airlines. Out of Chicago we spent 2 hours on a 747 sandwiched in like sardines before even taking off, so we were on the plane a total of 7 hours to get from Chicago to Seattle. That was after a 25 minute delay in Springfield. But we finally arrived home, and last night it snowed.

Oh and Kitty was fat and ready to go outside when I got back, he has been putting on a winter coat. He is snuggly at night when it's bedtime, but he takes up too much of the bed, but I love awakening to find my cozy kitty nearby, all soft and furry. What a love!

Today..... I am a bit sad today. My friend Linda is leaving to move to Philadelphia, so far away. I was with her yesterday, and she leaves this day. I will miss her company, she is special. We hugged and stood in the falling snow, and it seemed appropriate to want to be children again, and hold out for snow play, but night falls, and the future calls, and we have parted ways. Philadelphia will be the better for it. She drives a southern route to avoid snow and mountains. A big adventure, she seems to be up for it. Old friends there are calling for her to return. I hope for her a safe and happy trip. She travels there alone.


I have to add that I am struggling with a family issue that is very difficult, and intrudes on my peace of mind that I believe must be cultivated above all else. While it reminds me that peace is my treasure, I begin to question many things, yet have found no answer other than treasuring peace, yet I feel sad for the person and situation, but don't know if there is anything more that I can do. I begin to worry about her and others associated. I know worry is a complete mistake spiritually, but I haven't broken that habit completely...obviously.

Feeling helpless is always very difficult. It is hard to remember to have faith in love's completeness, and that transforming of persons is not of my doing. Peace of mind, which is precarious now is my most important contribution because peace is non dual and complete. Yet living in a world still of seeming duality is painful, and when these painful events happen, instead of reminding me so much of my love of peace of mind, I can still get entrenched in feelings and thoughts that are unpleasant. I am ready for the final enlightenment, but that requires diligence in realizing it is not me who does it, and forgiveness of everything that seems to be wrong in the world.

My true thoughts are hidden it seems. Maybe it is time just to grieve a bit. The fading snow is bleak, cold looking in the early morning darkness; overcast, and foggy. The terrain expresses my mood better than I can. Many emotions are swirling like last night's snow; missing my kids, the warmth of togetherness, love, the gloom of a problem I perceive that is really just that person's life to live, and me alone with my soft kitty. But I don't want to be alone just now.

I have many Om friends, and blog friends. I wish they lived nearby. Smiles, love and greetings to everyone!
Spiritual Thought for the day;
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson

The whole purpose of the universe

"The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing - you."
Walt Whitman

Concsious Living foundation quotes
and...Whitman is a star!

Cats!

Oh My Gosh!

Have any of you ever lost your cat in the house and begun looking in the washer ( full of dark wet cold clothes) for him?

Well I am new to this cat business, and today, I admit, I did that!

I had gone to the garage to put clothes in the washer.

I went back inside the house,. And he was nowhere to be found. I went to the garage, and called him, looked everywhere, no cat, so I thought, OH My Gosh, could he be in the washer with the clothes?

Panic, me digging through all those cold clothes hoping my cat wasn't in there.
Of course, he wasn't. He had gone under the house through a hole in the garage that leads there.

Wow was I glad my kitty wasn't being washed!

It Begins...the season....Crissmisssss...

Interesting that my mood today is expectant, yesterday morning I awoke dreaming that there was an 85 year old woman giving birth, I was trying to help her birth safely, looking for a hospital. It was one of those dreams that you don't forget. However, I wasn't thinking of it when I set my i mood for today ( next to weather pixie in side bar).

Spiritually, I know nothing is holding me back any longer, I am expectant, and waiting for the time. Going through the moods today I realized I very much sensed a connection with Expectant, then I rememberd the dream.

Christmas is also associated with expectancy, is it not? Yes, a Mother to bear a child, Santa at the least.

Life is but a dream!




Real Red Rose Tree with baby's breathe and hydrangeas, birds and ornaments, ribbon garland

Old fashioned tree with many glass ornaments.

Flocked tree with paper parasols, and other paper ornaments..

All trees are about 3.5 ft tall. These were my trees from last year. I had so much fun doing 3 trees. These trees were just shoved in small decorative pots 6" in size. If you do this, make sure they are really steady, use styrofoam or somethng that hold them tight. I lost almost all these precious glass ornaments on the one tree last year when it fell over. ( Some were Grandma's)

Definition: expectant

Expectant \Ex*pect"ant\, a. [L. expectans, exspectans, p. pr. of
expectare, exspectare: cf. F. expectant.]
Waiting in expectation; looking for; (Med.) waiting for the
efforts of nature, with little active treatment.

Expectant \Ex*pect"ant\, n.
One who waits in expectation; one held in dependence by hope
of receiving some good.

An expectant of future glory. --South.

Those who had employments, or were expectants. --Swift.

expectant
adj 1: marked by eager anticipation; "an expectant hush" [syn: {anticipant},
{anticipative}]
2: in an advanced stage of pregnancy; "was big with child";
"was great with child" [syn: {big(p)}, {enceinte}, {gravid},
{great(p)}, {large(p)}, {heavy(p)}, {with child(p)}]

Foggy day.. And 1 year of blogging

Come in and sit and we'll chat and have tea!

Today marks one year of blogging. A friend mentioned it to me, and I took a look and recognized in it something I used to do in chat rooms years ago, which was to find an empty one and just go in and begin writing.

Sometimes people came and went just watching, like a fly on the wall, others became collaborators and we would write together. This was back in the 80's.

I thought someone had a good idea here to journal this way, and even though I didn't know a thing about how to post photos, I learned quickly enough.

As time went on, I began learning about some html.

I tend to be a rather intense person, although childlike in many respects, and given to spiritual introspection, which is really in it's finest form, light and airy. Some choice was made to blog on the light side. I have many other blogs I work on to a small degree, photo blogs that allow others a peek at the place I live.

I have some short stories of mine on mmy blog here and a few recipes that are really good ones that I know others enjoy.

My chocolate pie recipe is traced through many search engines. It maybe my largest contribution to the world! My blogs; nimbostratusland, and nimbostratusdwellerer are names I created to describe where I live, and any search of these words will yield only me.

I like including photos for people to enjoy, reading can be time consuming. I find other outlets for writing.

It amazes me the blog content out there, the quality of writing, quality of life, the art work people make, the things they do, places they visit, and share.

I like having a variety of links on my blog to take others who visit to entertaining sites, useful sites and a few blogs that I have found to be really open, honest, genuine, and therefore whole..

Sometimes I don't care to blog much, and I use audioblogger or just take a break Altogether. I think blogging is making the world even smaller, and tho I visit a tiny portion of it, I enjoy what I see.

I am a woman who has learned that a rushed life is a life escaping self, and I spend many hours in solitude and being alone, yet I love people wholeheartedly, and enjoy their companionship as well. I like very much helping people find whatever they need, be it a job, or a home, a new way to accomplish something, or making something they don't kow how to make. It feels very natural for me, it just happens and I am always happy to be of help to anyone, It is a gift that love uses me to accomplish!

My life has held much trauma, as most lives probably have, and in this I see we are certainly all connected.

I thank all my friends and acquaintances for the contribution they have made to my life, because each and everyone has, and does. I have no regrets. I am aware that I am a spiritual being, and this awareness has given me knowledge I could never have found on my own. I am glad we are not temporal beings, and that indeed, we are ONE.

"Dionysion splendor." And just when you think there is nothing new...

You get your first cat, and fall into the world of love of soft fur and warm body, a love who is; fragile, yet agile and strong, disposition that is regal yet vulnerable, individualistic, yet cozy.

My mind begins to see what I missed as a child never being around kitties because it wasn't allowed. I wasn't permitted to touch a cat.

Now I revel in this world of fur and warmth, and coziness.

I wonder what it must be like to observe a mother cat with her kittens, them nursing, and kneading her (no pun). The closeness for these lovely creatures as they are entwined in mother, her cleaning them, and loving them so tenderly and closely, so unlike human experiences where we were put on bottles to feed, sometimes the bottle left perched on a blanket instead of in Mothers arms, close to her body, her smell, and warmth.


My kitty came to me this morning and curled up real close, and as I rubbed his neck, he turned on his back for me to rub his tummy, and I felt like a mother cat must feel, and could see my cat as a kitten close to Mother in a world of Dionysion splendor; warm and safe, fed and nurtured.

I love my kitty. Here I am, in my 50's, and I just discovered something all new.
...And check out my mood under the weather pixie, it's Cuddly!

What's next I wonder?

This is good enough for now!

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