Happy Mother's Day!

Life in the PNW

One Years Hiatus from Cloud Hidden...

One Years Hiatus from Cloud Hidden...via my daily City photo blog

But I can't seem to stay away long from this online journal of my  ♥  heart.

But I confess to have taken up with facebook, and love it.. Stop by..

Nothing Real Could Change

Times pass 

nothing changes

 nothing stays the same

Only what is, never changes

the river runs over it's  banks and makes a new bed

 the water  remains 

Years pass by

 don't see your eyes 

 hear your voice

smell your scent

Calendars my memory flips through

  days and weeks months, years

no word, yet, I think of you 

doesn't change

Countless times  wanting to hear your 

voice

near my ear

saying  best friends again

always

silence is all

 nothing else

 never changes

silence speaks

 given up I guess

we've parted ways I see

it must be

so

decades pass by

 life seems to be nearing the end 

 at times

letting go

 I'll just let go

Then you're looking for me

 calling my name

wanting me

again

still

nothing has changed

heart whispers it's secrets 

(I already know) 

into my ear

wordlessly

a message so simple

be my friend

the universe spins off it's axis

words mean nothing

never have

One soul is  all there is

Mine and yours 

One.

Your neurons mingled with mine 

we were twins 

on the Scottish highlands perchance?

or enemies fighting over shirts?

before time 

the beginning 

we were One, 

for sure, and never parted

took strange forms

pretended to be separate

leaves from a tree

to see how it would feel

 strangers

What could be stranger?

(part of the plan?)

 nothing changed

it's all the same old familiar story

everything changed, but nothing could

love, love love

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...

Tulips, @ Skagit Valley

Yesterday afternoon I drove to Laconner to see tulips, go to Christianson's and have an ice cream cone, eat dinner.

After standing in line for an oce cream cone for about an hour, I thought maybe I should open an ice cram cone place..
The line was way long.
I had maple nut, my usual, it was in a fresh waffle cone and was huge.

I enjoyed it but it made me late for Christianson's Nursery. I had only about 10 minutes to gather some impatiens and a new rhodie and some euonymous. ( I bought 3 different ones, a few miniatures, and a variegated)



Also I missed most tulips fields so I will go back, maybe one morning this week early if sunny for photos.
Later I had dinner by the river, and topped it all off with photographing local turkey's, and they gobbled at me. Was Funny, all males..

So it was a nice day, after all.
Today I planted some plants and made a bed almost ready for impatiens.

And I spoke with a good friend from Kentucky for hours. Yesterday too, another friend ( from VA), Kathy.

I can't tell you how much these long talks mean to me, or how much I would love to have my girlfriends nearby to camp with me or go scooting down the Oregon or WA coast, or just here for fun at my home, but we woudn't just stay here. We'd go to some amazing places.
Kathy just bought Dooleys talks,a nd is exicted about creating a new life..
We're gonna have fun!

I should remind Bebbie to get her passport. We could go to Victoria BC or Vancouver.

I think if either Kathy ot Beb came out , maybe they would be easily enticed into moving here to retire.
Surely we could then go to Italy for a trek. San Miguel De Allende for sure in Mexico.

So I'll try to post some tulips soon if the shots are ok, it was over cast by the time got to the fields.