Between Rain and Setting


Life is balance.

We strive for balance yet  balance is all around us.

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We struggle between effort and rest, between night and day, between yes and no.

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What will work and what won’t.

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Do we need to have more quiet, more noise, more movement, more stillness?

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Do you find balance with travel?

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Do you remain grounded?

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What keeps you happy and healthy?

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Me? A Sunday night drive in the country. 

Be well,

Jess

Rainbows


Indian Lore, Celebrate Earth Day a day late.

There was an old lady, from the Cree tribe, named Eyes of Fire, who prophesied that one day, because of the (man’s) Yo-ne-gis’ greed, there would come a time, when the fish would die in the streams, the birds would fall from the air, the waters would be blackened, and the trees would no longer be.

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There would come a time when the “keepers of the legend, stories, culture rituals, and myths, and all the ancient customs” would be needed to restore us to health. They would be mankinds’ key to survival, they were the “Warriors of the Rainbow”.

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All the peoples would form a new world of justice, peace, freedom and recognition. The Warriors of the Rainbow would teach them how to live the “Way of the Great Spirit”.

They would tell them why our earth is sick, they would show the peoples that this (the Great Spirit), is full of love and understanding, and teach them how to make the Earth or “Elohi” beautiful again. They would teach of Harmony among people in all four corners of the Earth.

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Once again, they would be able to feel joy in solitude and in councils. They would be free of petty jealousies and love all mankind as their brothers, regardless of color, race or religion. They would feel happiness enter their hearts, and become as one with the entire human race. Their hearts would be pure and radiate warmth, understanding and respect for all mankind, Nature, and the Great Spirit.

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They would once again fill their minds, hearts, souls, and deeds with the purest of thoughts. They would seek the beauty of the Master of Life — the Great Spirit! They would find strength and beauty and the solitudes of life. Their children would once again be able to run free and enjoy the treasures of nature.

The rivers would again run clear, the forests be abundant and beautiful, the animals and birds would be replenished. The powers of the plants and animals would again be respected and conservation of all that is beautiful would become a way of life.

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The poor, sick and needy would be cared for by their brothers and sisters of the Earth. These practices would again become a part of their daily lives. The leaders of the people would be chosen in the old way ~ by those whose actions spoke the loudest. Those who demonstrated their love, wisdom, and courage and those who showed that they could and did work for the good of all, would be chosen as the leaders or Chiefs.

They would be chosen by their “quality” and not the amount of money they had obtained. Like the thoughtful and devoted “Ancient Chiefs”, they would understand the people with love, and see that their young were educated with the love and wisdom of their surroundings.

They would show them that miracles can be accomplished to heal this world of its ills, and restore it to health and beauty. The tasks of these “Warriors of the Rainbow” are many and great.

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There will be terrifying mountains of ignorance to conquer and they shall find prejudice and hatred. They must be dedicated, unwavering in their strength, and strong of heart. They will find willing hearts and minds that will follow them on this road of returning earth to beauty.

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It will be with this knowledge that we shall find our “Key to our Survival”.

Be well,

Jess

It’s a Grey Day…


A grey day with a beautiful soft rain, a day to be productive ~ indoors. Reluctantly.

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Today’s rain is the perfect kind, tiny fine droplets, causing everything it touches to be canopied with gossamer mist.

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Earlier in the morning, I stood filling the coffee pot , gazing out at the garden. A chubby robin sat perched upon the grape arbor. He shook himself to be free of the moisture and he was surrounded by droplets larger than were falling from the sky. I wish I had my camera in hand.

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The peas are in the garden*; it’s a perfectly timed rain.

I’ll add more Chard and Spinach this afternoon, and the lettuces tomorrow, they like the cooler weather.

*If the thunder-storm in the early hours of the morning didn’t wash them away, that is.

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The dogs are sleeping in the kitchen, soaking in the silence.

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I better be moving on, I have dresses to be altered and pants to be hemmed.

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Be well, enjoy your day.

Jess

 

 

A day much like any other.


Sweet and simple.

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..through the windshield                                                   

We all get that feeling of restlessness from time to time, don’t we? I usually share photos of my pastures and gardens.

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…Buskirk Bridge

Today I was bored with those (photos). I mean, I spend every day here and feel like I have exhausted my favorites, and its a bit brown yet.

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…last summer

It is a beautiful area, so let’s venture over the west hills. Awe, com’on it’ll be fun. It’s not far, minutes really.

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…summer fields – ’14

The scenery there is pastoral and inspiring ~ natural.

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…waiting hay

Whether the sky, the hills, or the fields this farmland always make my heart flutter.

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…Pittstown

Whenever I experience something whilst driving, or maybe just during my everyday errands, I must  capture it; the words will come later. That’s how it works with me, image – then words. I strive to improve both.

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…llama and goat dinner

Sometimes I capture memories, sometimes, I simply capture the way I see the world. Sweet and simple.

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…Hey, Shelby, how did you get in here?

Be well,
Jess

Busy as Bees.


The first warm days of Spring are the sweetest.

The wind
told the grasses,
And the grasses
told the trees.
The trees
told the bushes,
And the bushes
told the bees.
The bees
told the robin,
And the robin
sang out clear:
Wake up!
Wake up!
Spring is here!

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I’ll have some thing to show you tomorrow, stay tuned.

Be Well,

Jess

Counting Sheep…


As per the norm, it is 3 am; I lie awake in a silent house. Well, nearly silent; my dogs are snoring and the rain is falling gently on the roof. As soothing as that sounds (ahem), I can not fall asleep.

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I finish a few gardening articles on web, then cruise on over to check on the weather; perhaps I can do bit more out of doors tomorrow. Tornado warnings flashing across my screen, instantly questioning my choice of reading material. Like a driver gawking at an accident, I delve in…from Texas to Thunder Bay. Now that I’m actively worrying about half of the US what will a few more words and pictures hurt, I ask myself.

Oh, silly girl. You should have counted sheep.

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I should check in on Cecelia, she is near Chicago, you know.  I’ll go to her Facebook page. Because of course during a Tornado, she will head straight to Facebook – ‘cuz that’s what you do to prepare for the sort of thing ?!

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This is just the sort of thing a brain does in the early hours of the morning ~ construe nonsense.

Then I see storms in Texas, Shannon and her beautiful family…

All the away up to Michigan, is Karen ok, and her llamas?

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Yeah, I feel ready to sleep now!

The rain continues to fall.

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Maybe I will just just count sheep.

Howie’s alarm is about to go off, good night.

Be well,
Jess