Dos Animales

Diego & DiOnna :: chacha in the house

Cha-cha I used to describe their energy in my house. They have proven to me that pets can be healing and sometimes, too  human-like and demanding. Diego has definiely decided he is house-daddy and has the means to press his message. Dionna is just the most loving of me ever....she knows who is boss so doesn't press it too badly. She's a very good Yorkie except for being highly demanding of my attention.

Anyways, we, the trio on Joshua's Landing, are doing finely....holding our own, running on the edge of outlaw, (JOKE) but we are working on getting everything straight so I can de-stress over deadlines missed, and forms not completed, money that could have been made or saved if not for Procrastination and Denial.

Happy chacha in your own house...Let me know if you happen to read me!

The River of Redemption

The washing of daily life down the river of time is a beauty to behold. I've been sitting riverside, on the Beaufort River's Northeastern banks and felt time slow down these past two days. Stress has faded. Yet, my goals are clearly there and I am feeling better about taking on some challenges...

The river this morning at about 7:30 was like glass, steely, blues and grays by the myriads, shining like alien jewels. In the distance marsh hens or white wader birds took off each flying solo, graduatedly, one behind the other. A woodpecker lives in this neighborhood as do doves, and I even think I hear an owl (I get owls sounds mixed up with dove sounds).

I photographed the horizon line where the river met the sky and merged into one visually indistinguashable body of river and sky. These visions are what have been calling me calling me calling me. Feasts for my eyes, a gracious gift of Allah.

He heard my call for specifically some place where I could heal in my mind.

My animals are wonderful. Diego and DiOnna love it here, I'm sure they would answer me if I asked. They sit close to me now, DiOnna laying on the floor to my left and Diego sitting in front of me, near my left leg. He seems to be looking out he door into the trees and he also seems peaceful.

They have the run of the entire length of the place with no blocks, only an obstacle course of open or shut doors to all the little rooms. Diego skids across he kitchen floor when they're running through.

Swamp Marsh Woman

1st night riverside, rains,

and now, it's 6 days later, a Saturday, raining again on the river but just enough to soak new plantings of yard annuals and saturate the exposed bottoms of bushes just freed from winter debris. Now, ready for annuals.

That was yesterday actually, because today is Sunday and I am picking up where I left off.

I have to wash dishes, change sheets and figure out what's wrong with Diego who threw up on my comforter and sheets this a.m.  I only know this because he just threw up again on my area rug in here. GEEZ.....same stuff.. I wonder if he has eaten something bad in the house? It's no telling, but he has thrown up a lot already, this morning and just now. Clear liquid. Eating? hmmm, I'll have to see.

and just when you think all is well, you get that mother's most feared and never wanted to get phonecall that your daughter is hurt. 24 yo, first day out of colorado and in the company of her future husband, boyfriend, or kidnapper! God, how do I know. She calls and says she's been to the hospital and had a CT scan and she is fine but suffered minor concussions (Like all over her head!!!) and the story just doesn't hold a lot of water. And Jamal wih 20 stitches in his cheek and 7 on the inside of his cheek? That's a hard hit and he's a big and tall guy. How could this happen? My biggest fear was that on the cruise she and he might meet up with harm, as I hear so many of the places are dangerous. But I was assured that both could take care of themselves. This tells me whatever the circumstances more than one person had to do this damage or neither were in any state of being to take care of themselves.

oh my anyway, as I said, just the day I was most happy and thought it couldn't better, my daughter tells me this....and I can't get to her to help her and really don't know where she is and where she is going. She said I am on her emergency contact list.

Well, as a mom, just pray safety and big angels over her. It is so peaceful over here hopefully I can stay in some level of awareness and prayer and it's all I can do. She is of age, and they are supposedly getting married at some point in the near future...or so it is told.

So, I got my eyes on you boy.....take care of my daughter...she is the only one I have.

Jackknifeing from the superhighway to the sink and my dishes,

later

You can have a fairy name! Mine suits me to a Zzzzzz

Your fairy is called Feather Elfwitch


She is a cheerful sprite.

She lives in high places where the clouds meet the earth.

She is only seen in the enchanted moment between sleep and waking.

She wears pale blue like the sky. She has delicate green wings like a cicada.

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Strange thing about that is that the best part of my days are my nights.

My dreams are like tripping through alternate universes all night.

The curiosity is how I can seem so far away and right here at the same time.

Yet, I seem to "land" or become awake and aware at a specific moment, like a time traveler's arrival.

So, ok, it also explains my true adoration for feathers.

Enjoy