I wanted to be a Marine Biologist

I wanted to be a Marine Biologist…

It was all about the whales and other sea life.
I spent most of my time (growing up) IN the ocean,
not laying on the sand.

This would be my idea of a good time —
alas, I get DEATHLY  seasick in any kind of boat.
Dry heaves retching until I pass out seasick.
So unless I planned to swim everywhere, I’d be in trouble.

Maybe I’ll come back as a Mermaid.

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Forgotten/Louisiana

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In less than a week, the most devasting flooding in decades has overtaken the beloved city of my youth. And I have seen hardly a news report about it. Thousands will lose their homes, their…

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Statues for Sale

Downsizing, and selling a few special statues that have not been part of our actual altar but sat on bookcases and such, or were gifted to me.

The brazier has been used (more images on another page), and we are keeping the copper one and selling this one.  7.5-inch tall bronze brazier with lotus base, four elephant heads, fire mirrors, serpent handles and decoration, clouds create a stunning brazier or incense burner. Bowl (brazier) separates from the base, so the piece is in three parts: Base (Elephant heads), brazier (serpents and clouds with lotus decoration around top edge) and top, with serpent handle and cloud decor. We used it for incense on charcoal, and an occasional special puja.  Brazier and base are not secured, and so move a bit — it has always been that way.

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Contact me by writing a message if you are interested —
I will not publish message but contact you.  Best, Kate

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Magical Spirits

A feast for the eyes and heart; much needed at this time.

Bealtaine Cottage

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It’s a wet evening.

It’s a cool evening too.

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I’ve lit the stove and the kettle begins to sing on the top.

It’s a tea and toast kind of evening.

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I was thinking about Fairies today as I walked through the Fairy Wood.

It lies below the cottage, in a natural dell and is a very special place.

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There’s a Fairy tree in the centre of the woodland with a huge stone underneath it’s branches.

I’ve often wondered about the history and meaning of that tree and stone.

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I have been told that such a tree planted by a stone can mark the resting place of a person whose body was not allowed to be interred in the graveyard…the churches had all sorts of rules regarding who could and could not be interred in so called sacred ground…unbaptised babies, suicides etc…all of great sadness and shown little mercy…

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And so…

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Gratitude Journal: Rings, Cherished Blogfest 2016

Last year I was new to Cherished Blogfest; this year I did my posting through art on dkatiepowellart. You are welcome to join in the fun. Follow the linky list on my post!

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I’ve been married twice.  My first husband died.
You know how you don’t know what you don’t know until you experience it?

I didn’t know how unconnected I was in my first marriage.
I had doubts about getting married; everyone told me it was normal.  Maybe.
Or maybe the right man was living right down
Siskiyou Blvd and I should run to him.  Quickly.
Gain a dozen great years with my destiny!

My first marriage wasn’t a “bad” marriage.  I continued my
years-of-living-alone ways and didn’t know what I didn’t know.
We argued in unsatisfying ways, often never getting to the other side of issues.
I many ways I was unhappy, but didn’t know why exactly.
I kept working on myself, a Buddhist pathway.

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I met Mitchell nine months after Bob dropped dead.
Mitchell walked in my front door to find me.
I knew and he knew and we were…

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Compassion, Openness, Level Headedness

W16 7 19 PENTALIC PARVATI 03The last two weeks have been
so filled with anger and even verbal abuse from friends (with like minds) that I have been depressed.
Really depressed.
Not-wanting-to-get-out-of-bed-feeling-hopeless-maple-cookies-old-movies-staying-in-jammies.

The state of our world is enough to make anyone want to turn away from this life and become a hermit.
What flipped it for me?  NOT the hatred spewing out of the mouth of the man who i-cannot-believe-this may be our next president.  I have become used to a certain faction of our political system hating women and people of color and our natural world (this seems to go hand-in-hand).  I don’t agree with it, but it has been growing for years and I’ve fought it when and where I could.  Donating, writing, trying to waken others.

No, it has been the loss of friends in this political season.

Something changed.

People are fearful and stressed.
Let me say that again.
Let it sink in.
People are incredibly fearful and stressed out with worry.
I know I am.  I own it.

W16 7 21 USK PSU BERRY FESTIVAL 02 SQPeople are disconnected from this world.  When we walk mostly we see moms and dads with kids or dogs or heading to work and they are texting. Not enjoying the walk, the dogs, or their kids.  (Okay, my projection, but I think they are enjoying their phones.)  No eye contact, walking into us, no sense of personal space.  That disconnect is seen at the grocery store when someone steps into your transaction.  Disconnected from people becomes a habit, the world is not important, and so, people, relationships natural habitat suffers.  My opinion.

People rarely read anything in depth and exist on sound bites. 
They especially do not read anything that is not stamped for approval by the people they agree with.   As a total generalization, right-wingers listen to Fox; liberals listen to MSNBC.  Yes, its a stereotype, but it also is pretty much true, right?
Let’s make this easy — I’m a liberal — but I don’t listen to the “news.”
I read deeply into important issues from what I consider to be places that report “objectively” (Washington Post, NYTimes, snopes, even transcripts) trying to understand why our police force has become militarized, what national threats really exist, why Snowden did what he did, who this man Trump is (hardest of all), and what Hilary has actually done.  I stay away from 24/7 soundbites meant to scare and enslave you.
I notice that in my and my friends feeds on FB people rarely ever read the story,
they scream off about the headline — and it is embarrassing for them but
they don’t care when they miss the punchline and the point and go off.

There is NO sense of decorum and
little sense of decency in MOST conversation now.
Is it that we just talk at each other online so we don’t get to see the face of the other as your words wound?  Or do these same people scream in their loved ones face?
I know how hard it is when you are passionate, frightened, etc., and yet,
I can usually rein it in and talk about the issue, not the person I am disagreeing with.
It wasn’t always this way — I was a hot head in my twenties.  It took hurting a few people terribly to stop the pattern.  Now I have to be REALLY over the top to turn to name-calling and saying the hurtful things that you can’t take back
or if you can heal, that healing will take a good deal of effort and time.

And when I lose it I apologize immediately when I get my head screwed on straight.

I’ve not had altercations with the “other” side that broke my heart, but had people who were friends (no more) with values similar come after me, name-calling, aggressive, threatening.  When I took it to a private venue and tried to make sense of the anger and vitriol there was no coming back from it for this person, and he is not the first.  I’ve lost friends, actual flesh and blood friends, during this season.  I am shocked.  On the other hand, I was not willing to take their heaping abuse from which they would not shift.

W16 7 16 PENTALIC BLUEPRINT PALMS 03 SQA great teacher, Burgh Joy, taught me to pause and shift.  Pause and shift.
Take a moment, and shift your perspective to see if you can gain greater clarity.
What is really going on here?
Mitchell and I can do this easily for each other, seeing when we are in physical pain, didn’t sleep, feeling a panicked deadline.  Then we can have compassion for a snappy response and ask what is going on without snarkiness.  With another you may have to ask.  Pause and shift, combined with tonglen, that ability to breath in the pain and send out loving-kindness or an antidote, are perhaps the greatest things I’ve learned beside basic meditation teaching me to self-reflect.  Sometimes it takes an hour, but there is time to come to center, to pause, and to shift.

Finally, the idea of apology has eroded in our culture.
Apology is not followed by “but.”
“But” is a word that negates what was said before:

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1 used to introduce something contrasting with what has already been mentioned.
• nevertheless; however: he stumbled but didn’t fall | this is one principle, but it is not the only one.
• on the contrary; in contrast: I am clean but you are dirty | the problem is not that they are cutting down trees, but that they are doing it in a predatory way.
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“I’m sorry BUT” is rarely an apology and usually an excuse involving the other or
some other that excuses it.  No buts!  Apology should be short and simple.
Understanding can come later, or not.
Apology is, “I’m sorry I lost my freaking mind and hurt you.”
Period.

Anyone else experiencing depression as a result of this political climate?

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Jilanne Hoffmann: Cookies

I cried.  So much more than cookies, the way we attach to our lessons, the things we think they mean, the agony of our missteps.  I can relate to this 100 times.  _/\_

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