Time For A Change

I started this blog in January 2007.  Right now that seems way more than a lifetime ago. So much has happened in these last seven years. The vast majority has been really good, but there have been some tough times as well. I’ve learned a lot about myself and I have been very happy and fortunate to share it with those of you who have been interested enough to keep reading. You know who you are, and thank you!

I’ve always moved in intuitive seven-year cycles.  Right now, I’ve been doing this blog for seven years, I’ve been in medical transcription for seven years, and a few other things. I’m feeling a need for motion and growth, nothing drastic that requires immediate or explosive action, but tiny ripples underneath the surface, like a catfish traveling along the silty bottom of a lake, stirring things up. When the silt settles, the water will be clear again, and maybe showing something shiny and new that turned up.

I’ve learned a lot about going with the flow in seven years. I’ve learned that sometimes the best plan is no plan, but just an attitude of openness and an ability to receive.  I’ve learned that there is no bad flow, just a willingness to go with it or to hold yourself back from it.  Everything in its own time. Some things I hold as certain knowledge today are things I couldn’t have imagined seven years ago. I can only hope the next seven years brings even more clarity and blessings.

I realized a couple of weeks ago that it’s time to move on from this place.  It’s time for me to stop being “Grumpy Granny.” Yep. It hit me the other day that I can’t call myself grumpy and be grateful at the same time. Although I’m not really all that grumpy most of the time, I need to let that monniker go, even in my thoughts.  It’s hard because I’ll part of me will always be the young grumpy granny, the 43-year-old traveler who met a kind Australian man in Edinburgh, Scotland. I told him my troubles and he gave me a nickname that’s stuck for 13 years.  So, yes, I’m going to keep on being GG, but in a different form.

I’m building a new house out here in cyberspace, and I’m already starting to like it.  This place will remain up for a while–maybe a very long time. So, if you want to see the pictures, find the recipes, and gain a little insight into what got me to this place, feel free to look back over the past seven years.  I may come back to visit from time to time myself, but right now, I’m looking forward, eager to create a  new life full of gratitude and blessings.  The last couple of weeks has been incredibly enlightening, and I can only hope the coming days will be as good.  I’d love to have you along for the ride if you want to join me!

Happy days, my friends, happy days!

 

Football Buddies

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Had his first official game today. They didn’t win, but he played most of the game and did well. Skittles was thrilled, too! Then, after an entire game in 90+ degree heat, when we got home, he wanted to go play basketball with some of the neighborhood kids. Good Lord.  I need my fainting couch just thinking about it.

Manifestation

Just days ago we walked,
Arm in arm through the vivid,
Spring-blessed gardens.  We talked
And dreamed aloud, things
We wanted, growth envisioned.

There, I said, we need a place to sit.
Just there.  Perfect.
I thought that, too, she said, and we
Laughed as we strolled
Together watching
Bliss burgeon,
Our thoughts in harmony as always.

Within a week it found us, and
She placed it there:
Rough-hewn stone, sturdy,
Between the peach and apple trees,
Behind the greenhouse,
Beneath perpetual s
hade.
Perfect.

This morning after last night’s
Blustery rain, I sat and sipped my coffee,
Caressed around by dawn’s cool breeze.
I watched the sparrows courting
Atop the pea trellis and spring’s
First hummingbird maurauded the
Crimson early-blooming honeysuckle.
All this I would have missed
Without our secluded place of observation,
Creation of two hearts’ communication.
Perfect.

Doing Battle

They want to win,
The weeds.
They’re bred for it.
Where no one waters,
They flourish.

Where we die and lie
They thrive,
Showing only small rosettes
Above.  Pulling merely
Tickles as they spread.

But last night’s downpour
Made them more vulnerable.
Devil’s food earth
Opens easier to my
Bare, probing fingers.

I follow the root path,
Tug sharply, just so.  A little
pop, muffled below.  Smiling,
I drag out my prize
And toss it on the growing pile.

Whispered breeze caresses the windchime’s pipes.
Victory hums.

Lemon Love

A little while ago, I posted a photo of my kitchen:

I think I mentioned the lemon tree in the pot there, a gift from G earlier in the spring.  It sat on the back porch all summer, staying protected from the blistering Pueblo sun, but warm and watered.  It got some new growth and seemed to like it there.  As the nights began to turn cooler I brought it inside.  Then, right before we left to go to Vail, this:

My lemon tree has blossoms!!!!!!!!  I can’t tell you how excited I am.  I was almost worried to leave it alone for nearly 3 days, especially since we don’t have any heat in the house yet.  But I gave it some water and a good blast of reiki energy before we left and when we got back today there were even more blossoms!

I hope they’ll open in the next week or so.  Then, I will probably have to do the pollination myself since we don’t have any friendly bees in the house (though they do often try to come in–maybe they were anticipating the presence of the tree), and with good luck and pampering, maybe, just MAYBE, I’ll get a lemon or two.  If that happens, I will just be over the moon.  Imagine, growing lemons in Pueblo.

Send me yummy, warm, lemony thoughts!

🙂