Thursday, June 30, 2011

drink it in




it's with gratitude that
    we made it thru...
that we survived and learned
    and loved and stumbled and
caught ourselves thru...
   it's with gratitude 
      I drink in
        the sky today.
   it's with gratitude 
I drink in you.  
~terri st. cloud~





Wednesday, June 29, 2011

52 Photos Project


  resting in the shade of her trust
she dreamed her dreams
and then got up to live them
  ~terri st.cloud~








Tuesday, June 28, 2011

yoga


stop
drop
breathe
Down Dog
Pose like a Child
Plant like a Tree
Strong as a Warrior



Monday, June 27, 2011

sitting still


Never be afraid to sit awhile and think
Lorraine Hansberry

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Silent Sunday









Ong Namo

Ong Namo -I bow to the subtle divine wisdom
Guru Dev Namo - I bow to the divine teacher within.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Oda al Tomate

 
 Ode To Tomatoes by Pablo Neruda
The street
filled with tomatoes,
midday,
summer,
light is
halved
like
a
tomato,
its juice
runs
through the streets.
In December,
unabated,
the tomato
invades
the kitchen,
it enters at lunchtime,
takes
its ease
on countertops,
among glasses,
butter dishes,
blue saltcellars.
It sheds
its own light,
benign majesty.
Unfortunately, we must
murder it:
the knife
sinks
into living flesh,
red
viscera
a cool
sun,
profound,
inexhaustible,
populates the salads
of Chile,
happily, it is wed
to the clear onion,
and to celebrate the union
we
pour
oil,
essential
child of the olive,
onto its halved hemispheres,
pepper
adds
its fragrance,
salt, its magnetism;
it is the wedding
of the day,
parsley
hoists
its flag,
potatoes
bubble vigorously,
the aroma
of the roast
knocks
at the door,
it's time!
come on!
and, on
the table, at the midpoint
of summer,
the tomato,
star of earth, recurrent
and fertile
star,
displays
its convolutions,
its canals,
its remarkable amplitude
and abundance,
no pit,
no husk,
no leaves or thorns,
the tomato offers
its gift
of fiery color
and cool completeness. 
 
 my days are filled with the abundant gifts
from friends and neighbors who labor in their gardens
and share the fruits of their bounty with me
THANK YOU
~gazpacho~ratatouille~marinara~salsa~

Friday, June 24, 2011

what's so funny?



Fridays are funny
Haikus are here every week
Rebecca is Queen


Blowing you a kiss
Friday Haikus I don't miss
Celebrate one year

celebrate one year of little words
speaking volumes around the Globe

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Share the Joy Thursday-it's HOT !!


summer dinners!


Johnny Depp


bring me some water
(click above to listen)





what's your JOY this week?
joy movement

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

52 Photos Project-one word



This weeks prompt..."one word describes you"



not the sexy-sultry-come-get-me-kind... 

but the drought-dry-parched-Texas-heat kind.
We are crispy, crunchy, dry and brown



 

52 Photos Project

Come play with us, 
Bella has an open invitation to this project
and it's always fun every week!!

Monday, June 20, 2011

Mondays are for laundry



It is so hot and dry and windy in Texas 

 that by the time I wash the next load, 

 the previous one on the line is bone dry

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Days for Dads


my softball coach.
loved fried chicken, BBQ and homemade pie. 
and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. 
lawn waterer. sunbather. wave jumper. fisherman. 
baptist deacon. joke teller. card player. jazz lover. 
died too soon. 
I miss you.



If my Daddy was alive today I would bake him a Peanut Butter Banana Cake, since those were his two favorite flavors! 
We would go for a long drive to see the Texas Wildflowers, 
eat pie for breakfast, something fried for lunch at a countryside diner, drink wine on the porch after dinner 
and rock and talk and rock and talk. 
He was wise. A true family man. Funny. Creative. Strong. 
I miss him. 
So much has changed yet I  still feel like he should walk right in my front door with a towel over his shoulder and start cooking dinner. I wish I could show him that I am a successful business owner. 
I want him to know that I am loved by a man, Matt, with undying devotion and wholehearted commitment. 
I want him to know Scooter as the fine man he has become, 
a wise old soul who makes me so proud to be a Mother.
I want him to know his wife Rachel, the beautiful, sweet, funny, strong woman who stole my sons heart.
I want to say "Daddy, my brother Mike is walking in your footsteps as a father to Brady and Colby. He truly is the devoted father and also husband to Dana, you would be so proud of." 
And I would tell him that David, my baby brother is clean and sober, happily married to Patty and he walks a straight line with his God, or shall I say "rides his motorcycle with the Crusaders for Christ." 
And me and Mom share so many special times together laughing, creating and enjoying life!  


Now Jack is married to my Mom 
and he is my living father.
He adores us both and we are so lucky 
to have him in our life.




Friday, June 17, 2011

Haiku my Heart Friday-Mango Salsa


peel chop squeeze toss taste
bright hot sweet like Mexico
summer in a bowl









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Thursday, June 16, 2011

Share the Joy Thursday





these beautiful people from Austin ( I call them Hippie-Christians) played music that dug way down deep into your soul. 
Click here to listen



It was a fun, fast, festive birthday party for our friend, Bud Royer


come on...

GET YOUR JOY ON