Winthrop Wonderland

Early morning, walking the boardwalk that lines the shops here in this, so far, sleepy Eastern WA town, country and western music twanging as I walk on by,""I'm gonna love you forever and ever, forever and ever...Amen!

"The snow is another 2" deeper today, deep enough to remind me of my roots in Pennsylvania as a child forming, growing, playing in the snow every day, sled riding, and loving every bit of nature there, before my move to the west part of Texas. These are scenarios brought to mind this morning, places I have either loved or served time in.

I always refer to Texas that way, a place I escaped from, was held captive in. It was never my choice to go there, and as it turned out, it wasn't a very colorful place to live. Culturally barren, the real culture was Mexican American, and this part always struck me as the most honest, most beautiful part of it all, close families, a colorful culture with spicy foods, not a bland ,"white one," where friendliness is restricted to a ,"howdy," on the sidewalk.





This part of Washington is more like Texas, in summer the landscape is barren, and hot, and as I recall from my few travels here, country and western music, bars, and boots are the norm, so different from where I live near the Sound, north of Seattle.

Today, tho, I am at least back into some of my element, going snowshoeing this morning, altho I would I admit prefer alpine
(downhill) skiing.

Well, enough of the internet cafe, I need some breakfast to fuel my day in nature, away from all that I find a strain, and entering into a wonderland of natures making.

Caught in A Snow Dome

Suspended, untouchable, isolated, and completely alive and whole... my world of beauty, uncovered...you see, as the snow settles, here, now.

Shake my world with your vision, snow flies, swirls, and I am lost but found in this wintry orchard of deformed trees standing in rows, barren except for this one tree where I now stand, reaching for a golden orb, red cheeked, and topped with a cap of puffy white snow.

I reach for the fruit that illuminates this place and time, transforming it into the simplist, and most inexplicable of all beauties, the contrast of bright gold, and winter solace, and me, here, like Eve at the beginning of time, tasting this fresh, crisp, cold white flesh, forbidden, and exquisite.

I am the creator, making my way, breaking my rules, living a life that is more than I can dream in one temptation. Child, woman, old lady, eternal being, sealed within this perfect moment, eating this stolen apple, left here for the birds, I presume, and for someone like me, stunned, and unrepentant, happy as I can ever be.

Washingtons Governors Race..

This race gives new and more involved meaning to the word,” race’, Usually defined as a contest between peole to see who can do something first, or between horses, who can do something fastest. One has to wonder if this race is more like the race between horses, seeing who can be fastest. As in,”he pulled a fast one!” Now we are wondering who is going to be the winner in pulling the biggest fastest one, first.

Topping the other is different than a race, so maybe we should change this name, “race” to another name, we could call it a Topper!

“Our Goverenor’s Topper was topped today by Gregiore, and in the next,”fast one,” who will manage to topple who in the topper?

At least it will make the news sound different, not hearing the same old words being used as if they are just about to be worn out permanently, and we’ll have a fresh new zing to the news, but who is watching anyway?

Vote for ascension...anyone?

Another night is done, and soon it will be another year gone by, difficult not to reflect upon the passing of time, and the meaning of time. Until 3 years ago, I still believed I would live forever! It’s true! And I crossed that line suddenly, to the sense of my own mortality. I have been in shock! It was too quick, this sudden realization, and I have to ask you, was it that way for you too?

Now I see what I never understood, that youth think they will never die, and so they live without any true thought of it. What an eye opener! Yet….

And I have to say, for someone as idealistic as I am, it is a sad, rude awakening, and I am apt to maybe just put that thought back if I can, out of mind, because I don’t care for it a bit.

Although it,” seems,” true that every one dies, well, maybe I am not still utterly convinced it will happen to me, after all, I am a different person from anyone else, always have been, and I always will be. Maybe I will be the first, like someone was first on the moon! It could happen!
(smirk)

If you read my writings, you might think I have no sense of humor, but you must realize that much of what is typed here, or even spoken, is tongue in cheek. But then some is dead serious, and even if you were talking to me face to face, you might not know, because I have that kind of subtle humor that usually goes over every head nearby. I don’t mind, because occasionally I meet someone with a really profound sense of humor, as well, and it is so exquisite to play round with someone with a subtle sharp wit.

Age, makes one feel old! Weight makes one feel out of shape, having no money makes one feel broke, and so I guess passing that magical number in age makes one consider their mortality, even me!

Now, seriously here, I don’t want to live forever, that sounds boring to me, but neither do I wish to make the trek to the grave, even if it is just a body going there.

I wasn’t involved in Christian Science for nothing all those years, and I don’t bring Guru’s to my home so that I can just be talked about by my neighbors! I am really interested in the truth of my being, and yours!

I somehow think that if I just can deny the obvious in that truth, that it will not over power me, and that we only actually die, because we believe we are going to! Isn’t everything in the believing? My Mother used to say, “Life is great if you don’t weaken!” I didn’t know what she meant until I weakened, then it was too late! She was a big help…., her and her sayings! She died, everyone died that I came from. Early on, so how is it that I can still believe there is a chance I will not follow the same pattern?

Well I want to be the one who doesn’t believe in death. I do, I want to believe I will be rising into a different level of vibration and just ascend, I want all of us to quit this dying business and just ascend. I have felt like I was ascending once when I was in love, so why can’t it happen? I think I will just take a vote, do I have yours?

Merry Crissmiss !

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Merry Truth Celebration!

This is my first duty of the day, today, Christmas Day. Today is the day I write to my beloved…you!
If you are reading this, you have been and are, my beloved. You are a treasure that has enriched my life by your Supreme Be-ing. By actions that you cannot know how they have blest me, whether we are acquainted or not.

If you have breathed the air of this life, and exhaled, you have changed this world with your life, as every butterfly beating it’s wings, also changes the face of this in ways we cannot perceive.

If you have been invited here by me to share in my expressions, you are my beloved, some one I have shared a history with, whether small or large, you may be my family, or a friend, or an acquaintance, a new love via this web of life, but you are my beloved.

You have impacted my life with your humor; witt, creativity, your passions, your great cooking, your refreshing sense of humor, smile, or even your deep dark psychology, that may have bent my world a bit, skewed it, but you make up a multitude of experiences that the divine wants to experience, and so created …YOU!

Truth is bigger than we can imagine, it stares us in the face a thousand times every day. We deny it with our every sigh, our every wish to the contrary. Life is this big; as on the front page of the newspapers, it is in the obituaries, in the birth columns, in the personal ads, and in the marriage sections, as well as divorce sections. It is in the suicide, and the murder we read about, and the terrorism of the day.

This is life, the great truth, and we never appreciate much of this, it is even in the sports section, I say with the greatest of disdain.

Today, I will celebrate all as I celebrate you. I am grateful for you, what you have given to my life. Your faces run through my memory now; a man that called me from his travels due to work, a brilliant man, making me laugh until my face hurt, you know who you are…. a woman I was close to and still love from my early twenties who lives in Friendship, TX. I love you! I miss you! Every thought of you refreshes a smile like a new page fills my browser, but on my face and as I envision yours, and the sound of your voice, and the memory of your exuberance. It is as tho I click a mouse in my mind, and I see your many faces, one site to another…all this beauty overwhelms me.

You are all my family, my children, my parents, you are all my life. A first love, a short love, a fling, an ongoing drama so intense I can’t imagine why I am doing this. A stranger from a strange land, and faces that greet me from the beyond, so many of you there, I remember all of you with so much love. My heart is over filled with memories of you, and today I want to celebrate you.

My children, my sweet children, growing older with each passing and intangible year, as I cannot be with you, but I remember you everyday, and at night when I blow my candles out, your faces are there and I whisper my blessings to you. I send my complete love, and I know you are with me, and we cannot be less than one.

The sled ride from when I was 5, and all you who pulled sleds up that hill, you are with me today, I haven’t forgotten a single face, and I still love the snow as much as you..do.

So to all of you, new friends, old friends, departed ones, and my children, and Grandchildren, today, you may be far away geographically, but you are right here in my heart with me, right now, always have been, and always will be. I light my candles today to hold you in the great esteem of prayer, with watchful eyes of the all knowing, which WE ALL ARE.

Merry Crissmiss! 2004

My Tenthouse, no rest for wicked bloggers!

tenthouse
Originally uploaded by nimbostratusdweller.

I sleep, therefore, I'm out!

who stay up..all..night, problem solving, writing, adding audio. My head is killing me, my neck is detached,but this is just to let you all know I am just sleeping, so pleeease, don't call!

Check out a few of my stories that now have audio excerpts, not good audio, my reading needs improving, but nonethelesss, audio, so you can hear my voice, and me reading in my sleep I guess.

Kim Carney, this is your fault, but I have one upped you now, so tonight is your night to top this! I pass the torch! I expect nothing short of video clips on your blog now, and I will see YOU at B.A. ( Bloggers anonymous) every day this week! Have you set that up yet? Zia

Snoqualmie Falls Sunday last

snoq falls
Originally uploaded by nimbostratusdweller.

I remember being here with Daisy, and Mike and Sarah. We were in my Galant, and it rained, and we ran breathlessly back to the car, and covered up with that old gray wool blanket I had had forever, everyone was alive with laughter, and fun! I miss those days! I gotta get a life!

rose tree

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Originally uploaded by nimbostratusdweller.

My rose Crissmiss tree.

Nevue and Yo Yo Ma

Sunday, a life begins....

Sunday morning, it is very quiet, like Christmas eve where no one is stirring, not even a mouse.

Outside my window I hear a crow cawing....life begins. Through the unopened blinds I see a wet street, and green grass, but that is all so far. The fog is not near my window today, but I would have to guess that it may be out there hovering over the water like before the dawn of creation it must have hovered over all the earth, like some kind of magic covering making what was to come, invisible, to whatever eyes may be looking around from somewhere out there, large knowing eyes that might see this magical world beginning.

And in a poof of time, the fog parts, and there is this world of green grasses, and trees, and blue waters, and puffy white clouds that are now up high beginning their journey to recycle their contents onto this precious planet, the original recycler!

Dots of other colors appear, and majestic mountains topped in white snow, another form of the clouds that shrouded it's beginning..fields of flowers in every color perk up to the sunshine that is warm and friendly, bringing relaxation to the land and it's natural inhabitants, plants. A world of plants only, and then insects, butterflies and croaking frogs that live in the mire, and in the oceans large and small fishes do their laps and feed on one another.

Life has begun. There is no turning back, the creator has awakened, and upon awakening, has created this ripple in consciousness, and is now alive in every imagining it can conceive of, every experience it can explore.

Man will ultimately become a manifestation of this divine creation that is yet awakening itself into being. And man will search for himself, because it is nonetheless creation searching for itself, creating itself. We are to be humbled, for we are this creation, this creator manifesting, but we do not recognize who we are, so we hide away, and we do things that are like unknowing things of a child who doesn't realize his creative potential, and ability to love.

And we become conscious again, as well, and in that becoming conscious, we remember who and what we are..divinity itself, we could be no less than that, divinity is all there is. Like the clouds, it takes many many forms, but it is still the one, the divine, the awakened one moving through it's impervious life, searching for itself in each creation.