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Feeling Groovy-Alive

I guess it’s time for a current event post on the life and times of this blogger/poet/quilter/musician/cger/composer/granma/ma/good cooker/sister/aunt/cousin/wife/lover/friend/student of life/believer in miracles/dreamer/doer/getter-of hands in the dirt/ grower of plants edible and not/hoper through times of despair/vocalist for those without a voice/minister of his peace/21st century jesus person servant/sharer of truth/wise owlette/sojourner in this world/woman of faith/lover of science and mathematical conundrums/discoverer of the interconnectedness in all slices of life and heart desires/waiter of answers to promises given/wounded soul in need of rescue/rescuer of goats, horses, dogs, cats, turtles/elder lady with the spirit of youthful joy/enabler/seeker of better times ahead/contemplator of things past/keeper and hugger of loved ones gone, those still alive, those yet to be/builder of community and unity/laugher of hearty guffaws/cryer of deep tears…

Outer-by-outerbanksdotorgGuess you can tell I’m kinda feeling groovy…been working on my SwS project presentation/mini concert set for June and it’s all coming together so fine. Also just came back from a refreshing first time discovery visit to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. One could call it an unexpected ‘Artists Date’ of the Julia Cameron kind. This trip turned out to be a truly freeing experience; perhaps due to it being ‘off-season’ but mostly because its wide open spaces are within a context of crowded eastern populations with a less touristy focus.  All of which are welcome to this wilderness Coloradoan displaced in the Carolinas of the Southern extraction. Going from the clear skies of the mile high to the claustrophobic swamplands has always been hard on my psyche. But this place – OBX – offers more of a balance of wilderness spaces and touristy places not easily attained in these parts and it’s just 6 hours away from FloTown…

So…artistic horseWe’re planning a next time trip where we’ll mingle with wild horses on remote islands, but for now an artistic rendering of an equine presence seen on the waterfront in the town of Duck will have to be a placeholder.

outer banks map

Area above Rodanthe is Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge

My favorite place of all was Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge on Hatteras Island…driving South from Kitty Hawk where we were staying with two large bodies of water in full view: the Atlantic Ocean to my left and the Pamlico Sound to my right…as if we were the first and only ones to traverse the road and cross those never-ending bridges. Those bridge adventures are more a family thing, so going over them made me feel close to those not with me – and bonding together with hubby who just loves bridges period.

We used to grab our eldest (Havilah) out of her crib and strap her in her car seat all of an hour after midnight and go ‘drive the bridges’ in the Bay area back in the day…

…from San Jose over the Dumbarton, then the Hayward Bridge, over the Bay Bridge with the best views entering into the city, through to the Golden Gate then, turn around and do it all again back to Sanah Zey…

Yeah, back in the day when HP was a trend setter in the R&D circles…and when both Hewlitt & Packard were still alive and well.

Bonner Bridge Outer Banks

One of many obx bridges

So how is this related to my own life’s current events?

Hubby and I are beginning to traverse a revived life line back to a familiar though uncertain ‘faith-leap’ path.  After an almost five year sojourn following our three year journey between-homes, it seems it is finally time to move forward with dreams long put on hold…

Will keep you posted.

Day Two: Goofy Three Quotes – Three Days

We all carry in our hearts favorite people, places and goats – say what? Yes, goats, but for the rest of you, just generalize that to be ‘animals’.  We all have special memories and words of wisdom spoken to us through those places and beings…For myself, Mama Goat Wisdom is forever etched on my heart.

Here then is something worth pondering from my favorite goat mama -

'Hi back at ya'

Mama Goat (December, 2010)

“As Mama’s final prenatal days stretched into weeks, I learned a valuable lesson from her:

It will happen when it will happen and no amount of angst will change the when and how of it! 

Such is life, eh?”

 

 

Thank-you, LuLu, for the nomination, hope you’re enjoying these quote selections.

My three nominees for Day Two are:

- Jerusha at The Novel Faery

- Michelle at The Green Study

- Marla at Explorations in Place

Remember, the rules of the challenge are:

1) Thank the person who nominated you.
2) Post a quote each day for 3 days.
3) Each day nominate 3 new bloggers to take part.

Groggy Bye-Bye to 2015

I’ve been wanting to write an appropriate post for the end of 2015. Nothing has come to me. Partly due to the fact of being in the throes of a big cold/flu episode. Partly due to the fact of just not being able to face the blank page. I keep trying to get something written to post before this self-important/imposed deadline, but most of what is started is blithery and blathery…yet the urge is insistent: tie up loose ends!

Where to start? Continue reading

Random Miscellanea During Inclement Weather

It is Monday and we are several days into an ‘historic’ rainfall that is saturating inland as well as coastal South Carolina.  Luckily the newest hurricane threat Joaquin, destined for landing along the Carolinas, diverted out to the Atlantic Friday evening.  If not for that, it would have amped up an already massive waterload to a super-storm much like what happened along the Jersey shore a few winters ago.

newspaper photo flooding in florence sc

flooding in Florence, SC

rainstorm florence sc

going nowhere fast

It’s interesting to note that these torrential downpours differ from Colorado storms in many ways.  The most striking is in the delivery.  Sheets of rain fall down in a soft pattering soak here in the swamp, while mile high storms tend to pelt the earth with bullet drops.  But, either way, flooding is flooding leaving catastrophic consequences in its wake. Continue reading

Surprise Kitty Family

I’ve posted two kitty stories, well three if you include the poem about Sparkles, on this blog.  Remembering Tripod is the foundational one relevant to our between homes experience, the Colorado one ties in with the parallel lives of street kitties and throw-away humans, and then there’s the one about Sparkles* who flashed  life, hope and love unexpectedly into our lives, however briefly.

Here is yet another Kitty Story…

Mama Cat has been around the block a time or two. Street savvy, she maintains her independence.  And she likes it that way.

When she comes calling, it is usually out of desperation – wild-eyed, panting, scraggly and needing nourishment.

I am in complete compliance with our tacit agreement. Who can refuse an independent spirit reaching out for help? Continue reading

My NaNoWriMo Signature Quotes

One of the fun things about doing NaNoWriMo (besides being a month devoted to writing and a great excuse to down gallons of coffee) is all the geeky stuff that’s available for use during the event.  There are word count widgets (yep, got that!), banners and badge buttons (done those, too) to install on one’s website/blog.  On-site, there’s even push-button access to upload images for use as one’s novel cover (pretty cool, but haven’t done that yet; maybe this year) … just to name a few techie toys.

Then there’s the personalization of one’s NaNo presence.  Along with the usual profile set up, there are numerous ways one can do this.  Over these three years of participating in this creative endeavor, I’ve pretty much kept my moniker (desertmountain) and gravatar (a photo of me and Leggy Lady on the compound, sized-down real teeny tiny) the same.  Mostly just to maintain a sense of continuity within and between each year’s NaNoWriMo.

However, each year’s signature quote has been different.

Interestingly, they reveal something about that year’s novel/project while not specifically chosen as such…a sort of foreshadowing of whatever wanted to be written/worked on during that year’s NaNo.

For NaNo 2012 I pulled a favorite quote from a snippet of Carl Sandburg’s poem, Lesson. peaches in tree 

“Come clean with a child heart.  Laugh as peaches in the summer wind.  Let rain on a house roof be a song.  Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards in late June.”  – Carl Sandburg

Little did I realize my novel for that premier year would revolve around the lessons and seasons of life within The Peach Orchard Project or My Life as a Peach.

My second NaNoWriMo,  I found a quote revealing the effectiveness of fiction as a form of literary social commentary from a favorite author.

“A book, too, can be a star, ‘explosive material, capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly,’ a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.” – Madeleine L’Engle

I plunged deep into the realm of my characters.  They cried out for justice in an unjust world while I grieved the passing of the ugliest and hardest of my street people characters who died a hero, defending The Woman Who Didn’t Belong.

This year’s signature quote jumped out at me while reading, When Women Were Birds by Terry Tempest Williams.  It gives me hope that the creation of (he)art as truth is an important endeavor; one which compels me to soldier-on in doing.

“To withhold words is power.  But to share our words with others openly and honestly is also power.” – Terry Tempest Williams

Me & Leggy Lady on the compound ~November 2010

Me & Leggy Lady on the compound ~November 2010

Honesty is an undeniable foil, it flashes whether bidden or not.  In order to be true to myself, I have to speak.  I must share my words, my music, my (he)art, my Musical Non-Fiction, regardless of whether or not it is seen, heard or read.

 

One Year Later: Why Blog? Why Now?

In commemoration of my upcoming one-year blogging anniversary, I’m referencing Why Blog? Why Now? using it as a foil for reviewing the year-to-date.  As the introductory post written on 8/30/13, it serves as a starting point for re-assessing goals stated therein: whether they were met and/or if they’ve changed.  I guess you could say this is a sort-of evaluation post, re-examining the purpose of the blog along with how to proceed into its second year.

Why Blog? Why Now?

The obvious answer to this is of course, ‘Why not?’
Comment:  And thus began my official entry into the blogosphere… Continue reading

Sparkles like a flash of lightening came (poem)

Sparkles like a flash of lightening came

Sparkles on our front porch stairs

Sparkles like a flash of lightening came
Bounding down from nowhere deep
In the darkest time of night.
Such speed for one so small and soft
Sparkles like a flash of lightening came.

 Pressing up against her newfound prize
Thunderous tunes purr rumbling
Split second communiqués.
Joyous in triumphant conquest
Sparkles like a flash of lightening came.

Fresh and bright next morning
Caresses shared with tummy filled
‘Come on let’s play.’
Sparkles like a flash of lightening came.

Saga of Mama Goat and Her Kids: FINALE

 from-Swimming with Swans: vignettes of our three year journey between homes
(Goat Suite Saga #7)

September 2011 (Fountain Hills, AZ)

On Sunday, September 25, 2011, Mama Goat passed away.

Being a rescue, there is no way of really knowing how old she was, except to say she appeared to be on the older side by way of subtle physical cues; not that it affected her personality or zest for life. The good news is that she didn’t suffer a violent death by the teeth of some coyote roaming the range.  In fact, Billy tells a common enough story of her final day. Continue reading

“Goats are Good!”

from-Swimming with Swans: vignettes of our three year journey between homes
(Goat Suite Saga #6)

June 2011 (the desert outside Las Cruces, NM)

The fires that burn within artists require them to act, talk and move differently than us non-artistic folks.  Laura is one such artist.  She will start talking to a movie, be moved to write a poignant vignette, inspired to compose a new piece for guitar and cello/violin/other instrument…all based upon some obscure event that no one else would seem to notice.

We had the privilege of living on a small place in the country which had horses, goats, dogs and visiting roadrunners, coyotes, etc. for almost a year.  During that time Mama Goat gave birth to two male goats.  Laura was the first one to find the newborns and was instrumental in saving the life of the second newborn.  She was given the honor of naming them because of her care and work, so she naturally grew attached to them.

Goats are wonderful creatures and are quite fun to be around.  They really like interaction with humans.  Laura built a habit of storing away table scraps of salad or other items and routinely taking them out to the goats for treats.  She enjoyed talking to them, training them and just being in their company.  They enjoyed her as well.

Laura was also a very vocal and strong supporter of goats. Continue reading