This past weekend I had the opportunity to go up into the Frasier River Valley in Canada. It was spectacular! The mountains impressed me the most. At times the tops of the mountains were shrouded in mist, and they seemed to be floating high above everything. Then the mists dissolved in the sunlight, and the mountains showed their greenery. It felt a bit like heaven. The foliage was equal to the setting, with trees painted gold and bronze in the midst of green Pine trees and bright red Sumac. And of course the Frasier River was a constant companion.
We stopped for lunch and it was very tasty!
As we wound our way up the valley to our friends' house, we were high above the river. We had been warned about the big slide, and it was a BIG slide. We had one lane for about 1/4 mile, and it was winding road so we couldn't see the end.. Another car came through from the other side, which was a bit scary. But we managed to squeeze past each other. I must say our driver was VERY good.
Once we got to our friends' house, we had a wonderful reunion and party, with excellent food. Some of the guests I hadn't seen for some years. That was a blessing. Our hosts' home is just up the hill from the river, and it was lovely and peaceful. The dog was happy to have so much attention. She is quite sweet.
On the way home, I took lots of pictures. It appeared to me to be even more beautiful than when we were going up the valley. It was the release of tension that I needed. Someday , I hope to go back up the Valley.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
I Live in Beauty
I live in Whatcom County, Washington state. That doesn't tell you why I love it so much. My earliest memories are of Chicago - not the suburbs but the grit and dirt of the city itself. At the time, I thought it was fine. I hadn't known anything else.
When I was 12 we moved to Iowa, and I had a new perspective on Chicago. Iowa at that time was full of cornfields and beef cows. I also remember going to an experimental farm for raising buffalo. And then I went to college in Iowa City. I loved it there: it was peaceful, until just after the chaos of Kent State. Then there were armed National Guards everywhere.
Then I went to Madison Wisconsin for grad school. It was lovely too. Then on to St. Louis Missouri for law school at Washington University. That was beautiful - there was a large park nearby, and lots of green where my then husband and I lived and worked.
And then on to Seattle. That was a big change. Seattle in those days was not nearly as sophisticated as it is now. But it was quite beautiful for a city. I loved it there for a long time. Then after about 14 years, I moved north to a 13 acre plot with lots of trees, chickens and horses. That filled my heart for a long time.
Next I got a job in Olympia, the state capitol. I lived just up a hill from the beach, next to a creek and was surrounded by trees. That lasted four years.
I have a perspective from living in a variety of places. When I tell you this is the most beautiful place I have ever lived, you know it is not hyperbole.
Whatcom County is truly beautiful. There are lots of trees, hills, the Nooksack River, and Bellingham Bay. I drive through the county often. I live near the center of the county and my dad and I live about 20 miles from the biggest city: Bellingham. It is green all the way into town. Even in the "city" there are deer and other wildlife. One of my friends lives on a plot that backs up to a green belt. I have often seen does with their fawns in the spring, and once I saw a majestic six-point stag! In the late summer the eagles gather on the Nooksack River to gorge on salmon. My dad and were delighted when we saw hundreds of eagles.
We I live on an plot just shy of a half acre in a small town. There are fruit trees and a pond. The frog chorus is spectacular. Mostly the people who live here are families with children. It is a safe place. I am looking forward to Halloween because the children are so fun to watch. The little ones come early with a parent, and the older kids come a bit later. It has been a long time since I've heard trick or treat from a small child. It's fun!
One of my favorite sights is Mount Baker, majestic and clad in snow year round. There are legends about the mountain. The natives in the area call the mountain Komo Kulshan. You can find the fascinating legend of Komo Kulshan here: http://home.online.no/~arnfin/native/lore/leg268.htm The name means "White Steep Mountain." From our home it is about a 1/2 drive to the National Forest, where one can see Komo Kulshan in the south and Mount Shukshan in the north. The National Forest is in the middle, with spectacular views everywhere at any time of the year.
Truly, I believe this is heaven on earth.
When I was 12 we moved to Iowa, and I had a new perspective on Chicago. Iowa at that time was full of cornfields and beef cows. I also remember going to an experimental farm for raising buffalo. And then I went to college in Iowa City. I loved it there: it was peaceful, until just after the chaos of Kent State. Then there were armed National Guards everywhere.
Then I went to Madison Wisconsin for grad school. It was lovely too. Then on to St. Louis Missouri for law school at Washington University. That was beautiful - there was a large park nearby, and lots of green where my then husband and I lived and worked.
And then on to Seattle. That was a big change. Seattle in those days was not nearly as sophisticated as it is now. But it was quite beautiful for a city. I loved it there for a long time. Then after about 14 years, I moved north to a 13 acre plot with lots of trees, chickens and horses. That filled my heart for a long time.
Next I got a job in Olympia, the state capitol. I lived just up a hill from the beach, next to a creek and was surrounded by trees. That lasted four years.
I have a perspective from living in a variety of places. When I tell you this is the most beautiful place I have ever lived, you know it is not hyperbole.
Whatcom County is truly beautiful. There are lots of trees, hills, the Nooksack River, and Bellingham Bay. I drive through the county often. I live near the center of the county and my dad and I live about 20 miles from the biggest city: Bellingham. It is green all the way into town. Even in the "city" there are deer and other wildlife. One of my friends lives on a plot that backs up to a green belt. I have often seen does with their fawns in the spring, and once I saw a majestic six-point stag! In the late summer the eagles gather on the Nooksack River to gorge on salmon. My dad and were delighted when we saw hundreds of eagles.
We I live on an plot just shy of a half acre in a small town. There are fruit trees and a pond. The frog chorus is spectacular. Mostly the people who live here are families with children. It is a safe place. I am looking forward to Halloween because the children are so fun to watch. The little ones come early with a parent, and the older kids come a bit later. It has been a long time since I've heard trick or treat from a small child. It's fun!
One of my favorite sights is Mount Baker, majestic and clad in snow year round. There are legends about the mountain. The natives in the area call the mountain Komo Kulshan. You can find the fascinating legend of Komo Kulshan here: http://home.online.no/~arnfin/native/lore/leg268.htm The name means "White Steep Mountain." From our home it is about a 1/2 drive to the National Forest, where one can see Komo Kulshan in the south and Mount Shukshan in the north. The National Forest is in the middle, with spectacular views everywhere at any time of the year.
Truly, I believe this is heaven on earth.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The Blessing of "Aunties"
I was born in Alaska, and a native grandmother held me in church. No one else could keep me quiet and content. She
chewed the skins and made her last pair of mukluks for me. I don't even know her name. But I do know
that she loved me. And I know that we had a past life, in which I was her
mother. She checks in with me occasionally, and often smokes pipe with
me.
When I was two, my parents and I moved to Chicago, where I met Anna Esau. I would crawl out of bed and totter downstairs to see Anna. What I loved was that she adored me. She didn't let me get away with anything, and at the same time she clearly loved me unconditionally. I remember lots of laughter and cookies.
One vivid memory is about my hair: it has always been very curly, and at the time, it was strawberry blond curls down to my lower back. People had so often told me my hair was pretty that I repeated it to others. My mother was appalled and told me I shouldn't say such a thing. But Anna Esau laughed and told Mom that I was just telling the truth. I suspect the passersby were amused by it.
When I was three, I had my tonsils out. I remember it clearly. First, Mom and I went to the doctor, who took a blood sample. Then we went to the hospital, and Anna was there. She was an OR nurse. I had to have a shot for pre-op. Now, when I was a year old, in Alaska, I had a serious infection and had to have shots. I didn't like having the shots and wasn't going to let anyone do that to me again! But . . . Anna was stronger than I, in will power even more than in physical strength. She gave me the shot.
She also took me into the OR and was there the whole time. She helped me through the anesthesia process. When I woke up I was in my hospital room with Anna right in my line of sight.
Anna had a friend, Freida, and Freida's father living in the apartment with her. The elderly gentleman was an alcoholic. Anna's response to that was to give him measured amounts of alcohol to drink - not enough to make him drunk but enough to keep him from painful withdrawal. This man liked me, and he was also a carpenter. He made me a toy chest. It was quite beautiful.
Even when we moved to a new apartment, Anna Esau was a part of my life. She took Mom and me to an Estate Sale. I spotted a beautiful little antique table, and I wanted it. Anna had seen it too and had intended to buy it and take it home. Instead, she bought it for me. It was a long time before I recognized its value. I was about forty years old when a friend who had worked at Sotheby's told me how valuable it was in money, though I already knew its value in love.
The last contact I had with Anna was a phone call. It was surreal, partly because I had been asleep. I had not heard from her in quite a while. She asked about my parents, whether they were okay. I told her they were. Later, I found out they really weren't. She knew. My Dad told me that her mission was to keep families healthy - in many ways. My parents were together for a while after that phone call, but finally they did divorce. Both remarried.
I will never forget Miss Anna Esau: nurse extraordinaire; truth teller; lover of life; comforter of the little girl I once was.
When I was two, my parents and I moved to Chicago, where I met Anna Esau. I would crawl out of bed and totter downstairs to see Anna. What I loved was that she adored me. She didn't let me get away with anything, and at the same time she clearly loved me unconditionally. I remember lots of laughter and cookies.
One vivid memory is about my hair: it has always been very curly, and at the time, it was strawberry blond curls down to my lower back. People had so often told me my hair was pretty that I repeated it to others. My mother was appalled and told me I shouldn't say such a thing. But Anna Esau laughed and told Mom that I was just telling the truth. I suspect the passersby were amused by it.
When I was three, I had my tonsils out. I remember it clearly. First, Mom and I went to the doctor, who took a blood sample. Then we went to the hospital, and Anna was there. She was an OR nurse. I had to have a shot for pre-op. Now, when I was a year old, in Alaska, I had a serious infection and had to have shots. I didn't like having the shots and wasn't going to let anyone do that to me again! But . . . Anna was stronger than I, in will power even more than in physical strength. She gave me the shot.
She also took me into the OR and was there the whole time. She helped me through the anesthesia process. When I woke up I was in my hospital room with Anna right in my line of sight.
Anna had a friend, Freida, and Freida's father living in the apartment with her. The elderly gentleman was an alcoholic. Anna's response to that was to give him measured amounts of alcohol to drink - not enough to make him drunk but enough to keep him from painful withdrawal. This man liked me, and he was also a carpenter. He made me a toy chest. It was quite beautiful.
Even when we moved to a new apartment, Anna Esau was a part of my life. She took Mom and me to an Estate Sale. I spotted a beautiful little antique table, and I wanted it. Anna had seen it too and had intended to buy it and take it home. Instead, she bought it for me. It was a long time before I recognized its value. I was about forty years old when a friend who had worked at Sotheby's told me how valuable it was in money, though I already knew its value in love.
The last contact I had with Anna was a phone call. It was surreal, partly because I had been asleep. I had not heard from her in quite a while. She asked about my parents, whether they were okay. I told her they were. Later, I found out they really weren't. She knew. My Dad told me that her mission was to keep families healthy - in many ways. My parents were together for a while after that phone call, but finally they did divorce. Both remarried.
I will never forget Miss Anna Esau: nurse extraordinaire; truth teller; lover of life; comforter of the little girl I once was.
Friday, October 7, 2011
The Elders
I was born in Alaska, and a native grandmother held me in church. No one else could keep me quiet and content. She
chewed the skins and made her last pair of mukluks for me. I don't even know her name. But I do know
that she loved me. And I know that we had a past life, in which I was her
mother. She checks in with me occasionally, and often smokes pipe with
me.
When I was two, my parents and I moved to Chicago, where I met Anna Esau. I would crawl out of bed and totter downstairs to see Anna. What I loved was that she adored me. She didn't let me get away with anything, and at the same time she clearly loved me unconditionally. I remember lots of laughter and cookies.
One vivid memory is about my hair: it has always been very curly, and at the time, it was strawberry blond curls down to my lower back. People had so often told me my hair was pretty that I repeated it to others. My mother was appalled and told me I shouldn't say such a thing. But Anna Esau laughed and told Mom that I was just telling the truth. I suspect the passersby were amused by it.
When I was three, I had my tonsils out. I remember it clearly. First, Mom and I went to the doctor, who took a blood sample. Then we went to the hospital, and Anna was there. She was an OR nurse. I had to have a shot for pre-op. Now, when I was a year old, in Alaska, I had a serious infection and had to have shots. I didn't like having the shots and wasn't going to let anyone do that to me again! But . . . Anna was stronger than I, in will power even more than in physical strength. She gave me the shot.
She also took me into the OR and was there the whole time. She helped me through the anesthesia process. When I woke up I was in my hospital room with Anna right in my line of sight.
Anna had a friend, Freida, and Freida's father living in the apartment with her. The elderly gentleman was an alcoholic. Anna's response to that was to give him measured amounts of alcohol to drink - not enough to make him drunk but enough to keep him from painful withdrawal. This man liked me, and he was also a carpenter. He made me a toy chest. It was quite beautiful.
Even when we moved to a new apartment, Anna Esau was a part of my life. She took Mom and me to an Estate Sale. I spotted a beautiful little antique table, and I wanted it. Anna had seen it too and had intended to buy it and take it home. Instead, she bought it for me. It was a long time before I recognized its value. I was about forty years old when a friend who had worked at Sotheby's told me how valuable it was in money, though I already knew its value in love.
The last contact I had with Anna was a phone call. It was surreal, partly because I had been asleep. I had not heard from her in quite a while. She asked about my parents, whether they were okay. I told her they were. Later, I found out they really weren't. She knew. My Dad told me that part of her mission was to
keep families healthy - in many ways. My parents were together for a while after that phone call, but finally they did divorce. Both remarried.
I will never forget Miss Anna Esau: nurse extraordinaire; truth teller; lover of life; comforter of the little girl I once was.
When I was two, my parents and I moved to Chicago, where I met Anna Esau. I would crawl out of bed and totter downstairs to see Anna. What I loved was that she adored me. She didn't let me get away with anything, and at the same time she clearly loved me unconditionally. I remember lots of laughter and cookies.
One vivid memory is about my hair: it has always been very curly, and at the time, it was strawberry blond curls down to my lower back. People had so often told me my hair was pretty that I repeated it to others. My mother was appalled and told me I shouldn't say such a thing. But Anna Esau laughed and told Mom that I was just telling the truth. I suspect the passersby were amused by it.
When I was three, I had my tonsils out. I remember it clearly. First, Mom and I went to the doctor, who took a blood sample. Then we went to the hospital, and Anna was there. She was an OR nurse. I had to have a shot for pre-op. Now, when I was a year old, in Alaska, I had a serious infection and had to have shots. I didn't like having the shots and wasn't going to let anyone do that to me again! But . . . Anna was stronger than I, in will power even more than in physical strength. She gave me the shot.
She also took me into the OR and was there the whole time. She helped me through the anesthesia process. When I woke up I was in my hospital room with Anna right in my line of sight.
Anna had a friend, Freida, and Freida's father living in the apartment with her. The elderly gentleman was an alcoholic. Anna's response to that was to give him measured amounts of alcohol to drink - not enough to make him drunk but enough to keep him from painful withdrawal. This man liked me, and he was also a carpenter. He made me a toy chest. It was quite beautiful.
Even when we moved to a new apartment, Anna Esau was a part of my life. She took Mom and me to an Estate Sale. I spotted a beautiful little antique table, and I wanted it. Anna had seen it too and had intended to buy it and take it home. Instead, she bought it for me. It was a long time before I recognized its value. I was about forty years old when a friend who had worked at Sotheby's told me how valuable it was in money, though I already knew its value in love.
The last contact I had with Anna was a phone call. It was surreal, partly because I had been asleep. I had not heard from her in quite a while. She asked about my parents, whether they were okay. I told her they were. Later, I found out they really weren't. She knew. My Dad told me that part of her mission was to
keep families healthy - in many ways. My parents were together for a while after that phone call, but finally they did divorce. Both remarried.
I will never forget Miss Anna Esau: nurse extraordinaire; truth teller; lover of life; comforter of the little girl I once was.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Peace at the Edge of Uncertainty
I have just finished reading a new book, called Peace at the Edge of Uncertainty. The author, Neil Hanson, writes a poetic letter to his recently deceased father. The eldest of three brothers, Neil sits at his father's bedside in ICU as his father's heart gives out and he slips away. The three agonize over whether to tell the hospital staff to resuscitate their father. In the end they do agree not to take any heroic measures.
Neil says in the Afterword:
We live in a nation and an era when we all want to know things for certain, and
writing this story has helped me to this for the delusion it is.
It is my sincere hope that reading this story might help some of those who
consider themselves certain to receive the blessing of uncertainty. I truly believe
that it is only through humility, respect and tolerance for the views of others that I
can approach Truth. So long as I worship at the alter of certainty, Wisdom will be
locked tightly away from me.
His view is mystical and practical at the same time. It is clear that he learned from his experience of his father's passage through death to the other side. It is also well worth our time to read what Neil Hanson wrote.
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Neil says in the Afterword:
We live in a nation and an era when we all want to know things for certain, and
writing this story has helped me to this for the delusion it is.
It is my sincere hope that reading this story might help some of those who
consider themselves certain to receive the blessing of uncertainty. I truly believe
that it is only through humility, respect and tolerance for the views of others that I
can approach Truth. So long as I worship at the alter of certainty, Wisdom will be
locked tightly away from me.
His view is mystical and practical at the same time. It is clear that he learned from his experience of his father's passage through death to the other side. It is also well worth our time to read what Neil Hanson wrote.
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Neil will giveaway 1 copy of the paperback version of the book to the FIRST person who leaves a comment on your review along with their email address.
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Neil Hanson's blog:
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Neil Hanson's Bio:
Neil Hanson lives and works in Colorado. Peace at the Edge of Uncertainty is his first book. He blogs actively and writes articles for periodicals. He is an avid outdoorsman, passionate about hunting and fishing. He spends a great deal of time bicycling the roads and trails of Colorado, and backcountry skiing in winter. His passion for gardening spills over into a joint venture with his oldest son, where they operate a landscaping and construction company in Colorado.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Spiders and Fruit Flies Oh My!
Hi all ~
This week I have been seeing lots of spiders spinning webs. That's fine - I like to watch spiders. Much worse are the fruit flies. They breed so fast that it is difficult to get rid of them. It doesn't help that they are not from this climate and there are virtually no predators of fruit flies. Something has gone wrong in our food chain supply!
The spiders, though, signal that autumn is on its way, and the animal kingdom is getting ready for fall and winter. I actually like spiders. They are industrious and they help keep down the populations of flies and other pests. Their webs are quite intricate and beautiful.
A few years ago, when I lived in a different place, I had to talk to a spider who had woven her web right where the outside faucet was. I had to interrupt her web daily in order to water my plants.I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't listen. Seemed to me she could find lots of bugs in the garden and we could help each other. But no, she was determined.
Now living in a house with my Dad, I see spiders all over the place, but only outside. These spiders are helping with the balance, and I appreciate their work. I just wish the fruit flies could be lunch for the spiders!
This week I have been seeing lots of spiders spinning webs. That's fine - I like to watch spiders. Much worse are the fruit flies. They breed so fast that it is difficult to get rid of them. It doesn't help that they are not from this climate and there are virtually no predators of fruit flies. Something has gone wrong in our food chain supply!
The spiders, though, signal that autumn is on its way, and the animal kingdom is getting ready for fall and winter. I actually like spiders. They are industrious and they help keep down the populations of flies and other pests. Their webs are quite intricate and beautiful.
A few years ago, when I lived in a different place, I had to talk to a spider who had woven her web right where the outside faucet was. I had to interrupt her web daily in order to water my plants.I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't listen. Seemed to me she could find lots of bugs in the garden and we could help each other. But no, she was determined.
Now living in a house with my Dad, I see spiders all over the place, but only outside. These spiders are helping with the balance, and I appreciate their work. I just wish the fruit flies could be lunch for the spiders!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Moving into the Dark
A friend just asked me “What tools in your spiritual arsenal do you use to embrace the transformation of light into dark during this time of the year? Are there habits, or traditions you use to transition yourself from the active growth of the summer and into the more introspective place of Winter?"
As I thought about this question, I considered my childhood: autumn brought relief from the heat of Chicago Summer. I went back to school, which I sometimes enjoyed and sometimes hated, mostly depending on the teacher. I spent more time reading, which I loved! Winter with its dirty snow and ice wasn't so pretty in Chicago, but when we went to visit family in Wisconsin, it was often beautiful beyond measure. My cousins lived in small towns and on farmland. We made snowmen, and went ice skating. I also loved the warmth of homemade comforters in an unheated second floor bedroom at my Grandmother's house. These days I seldom see my cousins, though I still sleep in an unheated room.
Both Summer and Winter are softer here in the Northwest, though the Summer days linger longer and the Winter is darker. As Autumn approaches, I begin to feed the birds and the squirrels (though the squirrels don't seem to need feeding as much).
I give thanks for the harvest home, even though it mostly isn't my own handiwork. I begin to read more and write more. My writing group is more active and mostly everyone is at every meeting. This is a change from sparse attendance in the Summer.
Thanksgiving is on the cusp of late Fall into Winter, and I do give thanks for all the bounty I have received. I celebrate the Solstices and Equinoxes with prayer and ceremony. I pray with my pipe more often, and longer and more often sit in meditation. It is a time for introspection and rejuvenation. And certainly Christmas and Winter Solstice is a time for joy!
Already the air is softer and cooler. It is beginning. Rejoice.
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