Colors of contemplation. Sounds of silence. Whiffs of marsh scents. Blow of dolphin & flutter of wings. My world.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Chalk on the Walk Link
This shows my work on this day as a high schooll art teacher. We enjoyed participating together in this even, and learned a great deal.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Beaufort woman gets stuck in mud | islandpacket.com
After my "pluff mud" story, and knowing I'm hoping to get my own
kayak this week, this is more than a little bit interesting!! LOL
Beaufort woman gets stuck in mud islandpacket.com
kayak this week, this is more than a little bit interesting!! LOL
Beaufort woman gets stuck in mud islandpacket.com
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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
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
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
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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
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.
"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
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
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
The Pluff Mud Incident
Though the wind had a bite to it, DiOnna and I repeated our walk to the "Sands" again today. DiOnna is so great at staying close to me if I make that command. She loves to get out and poke her nose in everything. She also loves to chase seagulls and crows.
Today I took a bag of pecans in the shell and chose a squared piece of sea wall to sit down on. As soon as DiOnna heard the first crack of one shell against the other one in my hand, she was as close as her little lips could get to the pecan. She did not move for fear of missing a tidbit and I must have cracked more than a dozen before we had each had our fill.
As we sat, we watched the visitors to the beach bent obsessively over the clusters of oyster shells in their bed, some down on their knees with knee pads and onto their elbows, going for a better range to eyeball any potential finds, in particular, shark's teeth. I was told that in the thick of the oyster beds, with the tide at low, it is more likely a serious seeker can find a larger sized shark tooth than the baby ones found along the tide line. Indeed, a perservering little blond-headed girl, skinny as a rail, showed me her band-aid box of a good 10 or so baby shark's teeth. I concluded the best talent for finding shark's teeth is patience, next to the obvious gift of keen eyesight.
I sat on the cold concrete and wrapped my cherished blue Pashmina wool headscarf around my head and ears, tucking the remaining lengths beneath my chin. At just after 2 p.m. the wind was whipping not only my face and ears, but was creating a froth in the waves, leaving them whitecapped as they wrestled each other to get away from the shore as the tide struggled to find it's way out.
The sky was overcast and the grey day was enough to make me shiver, without the added wind from the northeast. I wondered at the growth of oyster shells in the exposed bed, how they they curled in the same pattern as most all things on earth seem to grow, as seen in the pattern of the pinecone. I couldn't help but compare the growth pattern to the same pattern I'd seen recently in a cluster of fungus or mushrooms, I'd seen on the courthouse lawn just down in the town. I took a picture of the fungus. Did I take a picture of the oysters growing?
I only found out the day before, that oysters need the hard shells of empty oysters to attach to in order to grow. For that reason, oysters already mined by hungry humans for their delicious content, are recycled by most communities like this one, back into the beds to facilitate further growth.
Before I was ready to trek back to the house, the sun came out and provided some much needed warmth and it added a bit of rosiness to my cheeks. Day 2 of this new outdoor adventuring and already I felt the benefits of the fresh air and exercise; but, not before the "pluff mud" incident. I always wondered exactly what pluff mud was. I had heard about it a few times since moving to the "Low Country." Until you experience it for yourself, though, it just sounds rather romantic. While it is pretty in paintings, if you step into it, you sink; and so, I did. The beautiful taupe colored mud ate up about six inches of the black suede of my boots, and a few inches of the hem of my CLEAN black jeans. Now, if anyone should want to know exactly what pluff mud is, I can tell them it is a lot like quicksand. The harder you try to get out of it, the more you sink.
I don't want to jinx this experience of outdoor adventuring by making it a resolution. I will just remember the exuberance that comes with with interacting with nature. That is motivation in itself to embrace the great outdoors with all its surprises.
DiOnna is exhausted. So am I.
Today I took a bag of pecans in the shell and chose a squared piece of sea wall to sit down on. As soon as DiOnna heard the first crack of one shell against the other one in my hand, she was as close as her little lips could get to the pecan. She did not move for fear of missing a tidbit and I must have cracked more than a dozen before we had each had our fill.
As we sat, we watched the visitors to the beach bent obsessively over the clusters of oyster shells in their bed, some down on their knees with knee pads and onto their elbows, going for a better range to eyeball any potential finds, in particular, shark's teeth. I was told that in the thick of the oyster beds, with the tide at low, it is more likely a serious seeker can find a larger sized shark tooth than the baby ones found along the tide line. Indeed, a perservering little blond-headed girl, skinny as a rail, showed me her band-aid box of a good 10 or so baby shark's teeth. I concluded the best talent for finding shark's teeth is patience, next to the obvious gift of keen eyesight.
I sat on the cold concrete and wrapped my cherished blue Pashmina wool headscarf around my head and ears, tucking the remaining lengths beneath my chin. At just after 2 p.m. the wind was whipping not only my face and ears, but was creating a froth in the waves, leaving them whitecapped as they wrestled each other to get away from the shore as the tide struggled to find it's way out.
The sky was overcast and the grey day was enough to make me shiver, without the added wind from the northeast. I wondered at the growth of oyster shells in the exposed bed, how they they curled in the same pattern as most all things on earth seem to grow, as seen in the pattern of the pinecone. I couldn't help but compare the growth pattern to the same pattern I'd seen recently in a cluster of fungus or mushrooms, I'd seen on the courthouse lawn just down in the town. I took a picture of the fungus. Did I take a picture of the oysters growing?
I only found out the day before, that oysters need the hard shells of empty oysters to attach to in order to grow. For that reason, oysters already mined by hungry humans for their delicious content, are recycled by most communities like this one, back into the beds to facilitate further growth.
Before I was ready to trek back to the house, the sun came out and provided some much needed warmth and it added a bit of rosiness to my cheeks. Day 2 of this new outdoor adventuring and already I felt the benefits of the fresh air and exercise; but, not before the "pluff mud" incident. I always wondered exactly what pluff mud was. I had heard about it a few times since moving to the "Low Country." Until you experience it for yourself, though, it just sounds rather romantic. While it is pretty in paintings, if you step into it, you sink; and so, I did. The beautiful taupe colored mud ate up about six inches of the black suede of my boots, and a few inches of the hem of my CLEAN black jeans. Now, if anyone should want to know exactly what pluff mud is, I can tell them it is a lot like quicksand. The harder you try to get out of it, the more you sink.
I don't want to jinx this experience of outdoor adventuring by making it a resolution. I will just remember the exuberance that comes with with interacting with nature. That is motivation in itself to embrace the great outdoors with all its surprises.
DiOnna is exhausted. So am I.
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