GARDEN FULL OF JOY

My friend Amy of Haunted Hillsdale (http://www.myspace.com/hauntedhillsdale) wrote a blog entry today. She's very good about writing nearly everyday and always has something interesting to say. It's May 15, 2008 and she talked about gardening. I had the following experience in the morning and after reading her blog, I was inspired to tell her about it.

Amy,

That's weird! Today I was thinking about installing a windowbox. Are you swimming in my head???? Dang!

So I've been struggling with some awkward and unsettling feelings this week (is that you tickling my brain folds again, Amy?) so this morning I stopped to take the time for the garden.

The air was hot and I knew that it would be another 97+ degree day again.

I gently watered the heirloom tomatoes and the platinum white corn (BTW I meant to write my condolences about you and "corn") and ended up watering the lawn, the red trumpets, lilies, calla lilies, gladiolas, jades, aloe vera, blackberries, and an assortment of weeds that I have yet to exterminate. I didn't notice it at first. It came on very slowly, imperceptibly. As I started to realize that these moments were my meditation, a joy began to bud.

I finished the backyard but was faced with the decision... do I stop there? Or do I go on to the front yard. I wasn't sure. My brain said, Oh you're done. But I didn't stop. I let myself go to the front yard and turn on the hose.

I started with my roses - the show stoppers with thousands of buds poised to open - then moved on the asian lilies and what's left of the iris' and daffodils. I turned the hose to the lawn and squeezed my thumb over the nib. The fine spray filled the air and within a couple of minutes three butterflies fluttered into the mist, dancing there for the longest time. My heart was leaping, my joy bloomed. I threw my arm up in the air, still holding the hose as a mister, and lifted my face to the cooling spray that wafted onto my skin. "This is what I want."

Amy. Go into your garden.

BLOGGER ISSUES APPEAR TO BE RESOLVED...

... or at least for the moment.

Seems I've been having these types of issues for many months. I hope they are finally resolved for good. The frustration with being unable to post has at times weakened my happy countenance but now there is a smile in my heart and mischief in my eyes.


The Gothic Gourmet Online Store is being relocated. Please bare with this temporary inconvenience. I am confident that we will be able to make a smooth transition and bring you an incredible experience. The hope is that BLOGGER issues will no longer affect the efficiency of the retail site.


In other news, I will be leaving on 16 April 2008 to compete in the Pacific International Cup again this year, this time for the State of California. California will be represented by Colleen Folley, Gabrielle Coleman, TC Titus, and yours truly as we battle it out against other Pacific Rim regions. The ultimate prize is a Bronze, Silver, or Gold Medal in this International competition and we hope to make a good showing. Please wish us luck in our quest for excellence!


I will be co-hosting The League of Paranormal Women Radio Show on 8 May 2008. Thank you, Amy, for honoring me with this request. And my deep, healing wishes go out to Kristy (the amazing co-host I am replacing for the day) for you are a heavenly being indeed. More details as they emerge, but mark your calendars now!


more to follow...

LYRICS FROM THE SOUNDS

Here we are/

perched high above the weekend/

waiting for our turn/

to soar into the clouds.



High above the clouds/

we fly into the darkness/

until we reach the MOON/

and find our sleeping shroud.

So basically, there are beats sounding in my head all of the time. Not the way it happens with musicians... I only wish that were the case. No, for me it's a thumping "drums 'n' bass" beat that continues, waiting for me to put down words, before it finally moves on to the next beat.

I can't always see the words though. Sometimes the beat lingers in my head for months... or longer... waiting for my imagination to see what I hear.

I was asked if these words, above, are lyrics. The answer right now is yes, but it is unclear to me what I will ultimately do with them. I suspect that they will find their way into the book I'm writing as it fits the feel and rhythm of the thing.

As the lyrics say, here we are perched high above the weekend, so I hope everyone has a great one.

B.