I received my official package in the mail today which crowned me an Ambassador of Lovely . . .



. . . will you join me - and the others?

Today the dark gate of summer's end looms around me. The portal reflects an expected icon, "5O." I pause in the dawn to take it in and I wonder … so …

What's next? What realms await me now? In whose service shall I linger? Which paths do I explore? There are SO many. So very, very many. So …

I pause again, keenly aware of the threshold, and I gasp with appreciative delight at the added reflections surrounding me. I see abilities that I have nurtured, and see in them grand capacity for support as I hop from path to path, realm to realm, hedge to hedge in the days and lives ahead, behind, above, below, within, without …

… so …

Just in case you missed my bulletin ...

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Nine years ago I walked away from a *sense* of security that many thought foolish. Nine years ago I made a commitment, not to the usual external forces that all too many blindly embrace, rather to the forces that lie within. I look back and am glad. I am glad for the commitment that I made. I am glad too, for the many experiences those times afforded me, for they will always be mine. The SIP and other such foolishness. . . not so much, it seems.

Nine years ago I walked into myself. I walked into a place where the present moment had, for the first time since childhood, true value. Value as the eternal present. To this day I nurture that—with a passion. And nurture it I must, for my so-called external world is diligent in its attempt to pry it away from me.


Nine years ago the world was a different place. Nice years ago the world was just as it has ever been. Nine years ago . . . nine minutes ago . . . nine lifetimes ago . . . nine lifetimes to be . . .

... for a new post here.

Even if it's just to say: Happy, happy autumn!

Even if it's just to say: Play Win a Whimsy Wednesday at What I Made Today/

:)

If you are interested in reading any of my - and *hopefully* other - perceptions and experiences of-n-at the New England Women's Herbal Conference please visit: When Weeds Whisper

Oh . . . I'm feeling especially *feeling* today.

It's one of those days where casual prayers are answered in miraculously mundane ways.
It's one of those days where blessings drop out of the arms of divinity right into your open lap.
It's one of those days like all the others - when you're paying attention.

;)


What I Made Today

There's this boy. He's 52 today. I met him in 1976. We were both art majors in college. We shared classes together. We shared a friend. We shared an occasional nod and passing smile. Eventually we shared a meal. We shared after-meal time over cups of coffee. We shared fire and music and humor. In time we shared more time together, just the two of us and we became friends. Good friends. And lovers.

And we still are. We still share life lessons. We still share smiles and nods, meals and cups of coffee. We still share fire and music and laughter. We still discover fresh things to talk about and new things to learn about each other. We are still friends. Good friends. And lovers.


He knows more facets and crevasses of me than anyone. And he loves me anyway. He has witnessed me at my best and at my worst and he loves me anyway. He has experienced my brightest light and my deepest dark and he loves me anyway. And he loves me anyway. Because of these things and despite them he loves me.

And I love him too.


Happy Birthday Booboo.

There's this little patch of paradise where the trees whisper secrets of love, and peace ripples in the stream. A place of friendship, sharing and community. A place of tribe. A place where sunshine and rainfall are honored with equal reverence. A place where fires blaze in the hearts of all who gather. A place where laughter and tears dance together with grace and beauty. A place where coyotes howl and offer blessings to the land and to all who cross the threshold. A place where the sacred pipe is passed in wisdom and with the love of our ancestors. A place where light and shadow are distinct *and* one. A place of everything and nothing. A place we all carry, hold and are.

The morning rain keeps me out of my gardens.

But I have bottles to wash *and* mead to bottle.

I have an dispensatory that needs my attention.

I have teas to blend, herbs to package, tinctures to start, shelves to clean and reorganize.

I have needy paint brushes and art pens.

Yet . . . while I'm busy with all of this you can still play Win a Whimsy Wednesday at What I Made Today.

And I hope you will!