Monthly Archives: July 2011

a midsummer dream

Elizabeth and I saw ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream “last night – yum – it was so well done and enchanting. It will be a special summer memory that she and I have shared, there amongst the political anguish/darkness that is occurring in Washington and presiding over summer, the ego driven politicians making decisions about our future – yuk. “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” – Puck from William Shakespeare’s “Midsummer Night’s Dream.
 Anyway, it was refreshing to be with our “theater friends” – so real, so lovely, so good.
 Today the sun has reappeared and I am flooded with optimism and happiness – I am back on track with my positive immersion. My family has been blessed with yet another day – what more is there? I hope to spend much of my day between the kitchen and the studio and the big news is my young chicks are laying!!! They are only 5 months old! Precocious little girls. I found a cluster of little brown eggs under the tractor yesterday – what a gift.
my new “mothers”

Just rambling, I need to go into my day, my present, and make good use of it. I am posting a few snapshots of midsummer – images that make it all work for me. 

ginger and rose of sharon

coops and crepes



empty til spring




My dad’s birdhouses and next season’s garden

me

my family

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peaceful

July 26, hmmm a day without much hoopla attached to it – the best kind of day – I believe. The dog days continue through the 3rd of August and 57 days til autumn. Meanwhile the tropical climate travels northward and the Gulf of México, once again, becomes very critical in our coastal lives. But, today, all is calm and the box on the calendar is empty – the precursor to a great summer day. I chose to begin this potentially wonderful day with a blog entry and coffee. I don’t have anything special to write about this morning but I do have one quirky, poorly constructed but meaningful thought I’d like to share – some things in life are important, but there are A LOT of THINGS that are not. I think I will, in my continued effort to improve, spend the day on the important things.
Wealth is the ability to fully experience life.
 Henry David Thoreau
some pieces of my life that make it full
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The Power of Positive Thinking

Something I wrote yesterday and neglected to post:
Saturday morning – I am here writing to cause myself to be aware of the moment, of the day ahead. I woke up really early 4:45 – too early – that hour would cause me to nap later in the day and the day might not lend itself that way – so I listened to the rain and the early morning until I dosed again – til 6. I tried to paint , after coffee, but it wasn’t working for me – I am housing some sort of negative energy and it’s having its’ way with my day – so I’ll write. I understand that sometimes we are “unbalanced” out of sync and it seems I am. I read this from somewhere in cyberspace (wish I could give credit but it was all so “accidental”) “Circumstances are neutral. You will generate positive vibes when your inner state is one of alignment and congruence, instead of being resistive.”
Okay, this really helps – circumstances are neutral – so I need to adjust my vision. Here’s how I respond to that: “We are Shaped by Our Thoughts; We Become What We Think. When the Mind is Pure, Joy Follows Like a Shadow that Never Leaves” – Gautama Buddha
It’s all the Power of Positive Thinking – something I read long ago by Norman Vincent Peale – “Your unconscious mind … [has a] power that turns wishes into realities when the wishes are strong enough.” This is where I choose to begin my day.
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magic

Getting more content each day – it’s working. I have turned over lots of happy moments hidden underneath unsuspecting circumstances and around dubious corners. The heat is stifling; I suppose  I could complain but I refused to say, “it’s so damned hot out there” nope, not me, I came into the house and told everyone about the symphonic crooning of frogs out there in the rain filled ditches – sounds of summer that go magically with the loud locust mating calls later in the day – Nature’s small creatures doing their very big part to make it all jive, I need to do my part to make my environment positive and therefore, productive. Going to the gallery today – went through the woods yesterday…picked pears and remembered my mom when I walked by her 4 o’clocks that have bloomed here for 25 years and always remind me of being 7, a new house, a new baby brother, and a little scattering of seeds someone had given her…the simplest of jestures, a small act of kindness still being enjoyed today, 50 years later – how’s that for positive energy!!



into the woods



overbearing



almost ready



my mom’s 4 o’clocks

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another opportunity

Here we go again – another day…yesterday was good – because I said so. It was a conscious effort to stray away from negative thoughts – dodge bullets – but I am thinking that if I continue to do this, it will become a habit, a reflex of sorts and I will end up on the other side and much better for it. My biggest obstacle is staying in the moment, I’ve found. I tend to imagine everyone’s future – I don’t know who gave me these credentials but I find myself managing the future – how silly is that! Anyway, that was the hard part for me – I have to keep to the path, stay in the here and now. I do well when I’m present – I feel that contentedness I spoke of yesterday. I find, also, that spirituality must run parallel to this navigation center – as I said, I am not capable of managing someone’s future – LOL – I need guidance. I find myself becoming more and more spiritual as I get older – not to be confused with religious – and therefore, feel more security that my life is directed; my job is to never lose sight of the beacon. Two of my biggest moments yesterday were – the twins coming home from a trip safe and happy with another layer of growth and experience and a possible opportunity for me to hang some of my art in a gallery!  
Another summer day stretched out ahead of me – I still have all of my facilities and possibilities alongside of my spirituality and belief that life is not random.
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today

 I have yet another summer day. How will I conduct it? I think I will choose to be content today – content that, while not perfect, never can be that, my life is good. First of all, I have my life and all of my facilities and even beyond that – so does my family. Okay that’s it – I’m not going to be greedy with the universe – I’m good to go – the day ahead looks awesome and all things are possible. Wow!

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sitting at the top

Do you see that little guy in the corner? He’s the one with curious eyes and cinnamon smudges on his face. He has been there since 1985! I cleaned out my little spice cabinet yesterday and, once again, I dusted him off and put him back in his corner. I’ll take him out again around Christmas – one morning when it’s cold and it’s Saturday and time for hot chocolate and cinnamon toast. I don’t really know why I hang on to such a peculiar inanimate object – something from Winn Dixie that I bought when my oldest boys were about 3 or 4. Anyway, there he was again, sitting there, waiting and causing me to reel backwards into what I remember to be such a wonderful time – a time of youth, both mine and my children’s, a time when I had my parents there to cushion the blows and filter the toxins of my life, a time when tomorrow was stretched out into infinity, it seemed. Hmmmm, now, I find myself at the helm, so to speak. Now, I am the softener of some of the blows and the filter that tries to keep my children safe – it can be a difficult transition, and it’s true, it can be lonely at the top, sitting there trying to look ahead, trying to figure out what’s best when there is nothing tangible to draw from or notion to lead – just you … Now you know why “he” sits there in my spice cabinet with his quirky smile and his twist top head.
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Work

my daughter is learning a monologue for an acting workshop – Three Sisters by Anton Chekhov – and I really liked this particular part of it.

IRINA. Tell me, why is it I am so happy today? As though I were sailing with the great blue sky above me and big white birds flying over it. Why is it? Why?

IRINA. When I woke up this morning, got up and washed, it suddenly seemed to me as though everything in the world was clear to me and that I knew how one ought to live. Dear Ivan Romanitch, I know all about it. A man ought to work, to toil in the sweat of his brow, whoever he may be, and all the purpose and meaning of his life, his happiness, his ecstasies lie in that alone. How delightful to be a workman who gets up before dawn and breaks stones on the road, or a shepherd, or a schoolmaster teaching children, or an engine-driver. . . . Oh, dear! to say nothing of human beings, it would be better to be an ox, better to be a humble horse as long as you can work, than a young woman who wakes at twelve o’clock, then has coffee in bed, then spends two hours dressing. . . . Oh, how awful that is! Just as one has a craving for water in hot weather I have a craving for work. And if I don’t get up early and work, give me up as a friend, Ivan Romanitch

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my daughter is learning a monologue for an acting workshop and this is a part of it – from Three Sisters by an

IRINA. When I woke up this morning, got up and washed, it suddenly seemed to me as though everything in the world was clear to me and that I knew how one ought to live. Dear Ivan Romanitch, I know all about it. A man ought to work, to toil in the sweat of his brow, whoever he may be, and all the purpose and meaning of his life, his happiness, his ecstasies lie in that alone. How delightful to be a workman who gets up before dawn and breaks stones on the road, or a shepherd, or a schoolmaster teaching children, or an engine-driver. . . . Oh, dear! to say nothing of human beings, it would be better to be an ox, better to be a humble horse as long as you can work, than a young woman who wakes at twelve o’clock, then has coffee in bed, then spends two hours dressing. . . . Oh, how awful that is! Just as one has a craving for water in hot weather I have a craving for work. And if I don’t get up early and work, give me up as a friend, Ivan Romanitch