Showing posts with label Sharon Blackie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sharon Blackie. Show all posts

Friday, October 13, 2023

Blue Umbrella (John Prine)

It is waaaaaay past midnight.  I should have been in the bed over an hour ago.  I am tired and I am wired and tomorrow (ugh, that would be later today) is going to be a long, hard day.

Tonight we hosted a poolside gathering of close friends and out-of-town family, 6-9 p.m.-ish.  Sarah's friend Joe (whose family owns and operates an Italian restaurant) contributed 10 pizzas, 3 large trays of ziti (one of them vegan), and 2 trays of garlic rolls (one of them vegan).  We bought soft drinks and a large dispenser of water.  Sarah's other friends Nicole and Susan brought an amazing assortment of desserts.  Voi-f*cking-la... πŸŽ†

Definitely a worlds-colliding party, that I don't have the energy to go into now but hope to revisit at a later date.  Everyone there was a meant-to-be.  Eric would have loved it.

Kind Words might be my Kryptonite... but Gratitude is my default... πŸ’–

P.S.  For obvious reasons, I will not post Saturday night... but I certainly hope to on Sunday.  And then it might be a good time for the break I spoke of in yesterday's post.

SONGBlue Umbrella by John Prine

BOOKGrateful for the Color Blue: Surviving the Loss of an Adult Child by Ellyn Wolfe

POEM:  Peregrina by Sharon Blackie

O mother of the sea
lend me a wave that is strong and true
to carry me from this Age which unbinds me.
I do not need a ship, mother,
but make it a buoyant swell
to bear me up and float me on the sea’s dreaming
then beach me on some lighter shore.
When I land there, give me warp and weft again,
and an urchin quill to remind me
how the prettiest barb can lodge under your skin
and leave you undone.
Only lend me a loom and I will
take up the threads of this unraveled life.
I will weave a braid from three strands of seaweed
I will wind it three times around my finger
I will dig my salt-encrusted hands into the soil
and wed myself to the thirsty
brown roots of a new beginning.  

QUOTE:  "At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world:  Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening." ~ Annie Dillard

Tuesday, January 31, 2023

Saving Grace (The Head and the Heart)


Since 2008, it has been my custom each January 1 (a so-far-15-year tradition) to ascribe to Christine Kane's concept of choosing a Word of the Year to inspire/motivate/give me direction as to the tone/theme of my upcoming 52 weeks/365 days.  In retrospect, some of my previous words/phrases have been Release, Create, Let It Go, Health, Light, Follow-Through, Contentment, Forward, Stretch.

With my recent affinity for gardening leading me to Herbalism (which I am fond of calling Kitchen Witchery), my mind has been both blown and soothed at the same time, if that makes a bit of sense... and I landed on the word SAGE, with its many definitions:

~ Wise:  as of my 68th birthday this past August, I am officially a Crone, you know... πŸ˜‰

~ Smudging/clearing:  releasing the old/making way for the new

~ Medicinal:  I am not only using this particular herb to infuse my water these days (perfect with a few slices of lemon), but one of my first discoveries a year and a half ago in the garden (endless thanks to Claire!) was butterfly pea flower tea (Clitoria ternatea; yes, that’s its real name!); current clinical studies confirm its ability to calm/de-stress, enhance cognitive functions, and alleviate symptoms of numerous ailments including fever, inflammation, pain, and diabetes, not to mention the magical powers of adding lemon to change its vibrant cobalt-blue color to a gorgeous purple... 🌟

I am now the person who saves glass jars to gather and store, not just shiny trinkets as my Crow Brain was previously fond of, but lemon balm and cranberry hibiscus and holy basil (for tea), calendula, African Blue Basil, the aforementioned butterfly pea flowers, and comfrey (for the Bath Tea I have been making).  [You would be right in envisioning my dining room table perpetually covered in brown paper bags with an assortment of drying leaves!]  I'm even drying seeds of a yellow (Thai) eggplant (from Kathy) and papaya seeds of the dwarf fruit from our Hope Garden to share with volunteers.  

Re: the greenery on my third-floor condo catwalk and balcony, I am getting away from growing ornamentals (other than the sentimental gifts of Reba's peace lily, Linda's plumeria, Brian's desert rose, Judi's mom's iris) and concentrating on plants that are edible and/or useful.

These days I feel like Hamnet's wife (in the best possible way... 🌱🌺🌿)


Manifesto for an Enchanted Life by Sharon Blackie

1. Everything around you is alive: believe it. Tell stories to stones, sing to trees, start conversations with birds. Build relationships. You’ll never be lonely again.

2. To be fully in your body is to be fully alive. Get out of your head and into the world.

3. Look for the wonder wherever you go. Be all your life, as American poet Mary Oliver suggested, 'a bride married to amazement'.

4. Embrace mystery – don’t be afraid of what you don’t know.

5. Cultivate your mythic imagination: the inner and outer landscape of myth.

6. Know your place. Learn to belong, because wherever you go, there you are. There is nowhere else real to be.

7. Cleave to the local and the ethical. Cultivate community spirit, and autonomy.

8. Slow down.

9. Create. Buy handmade. Live folklorically.

10. Don’t have a career: have a life. Find your calling – but, above all, find your meaning in the community of the world.

11. Foster meaningful ritual; make each day a ceremony, or make a ceremony in each day.

12. Cherish otherness, in all its forms; confront in yourself, and explore, the forms of otherness which make you uncomfortable or afraid.

13. Treasure change: it’s the stuff from which lives are forged. Stop looking for the eternal and immutable, and enter the daily dance with the transitory.



BOOKThe Wild & Weedy Apothecary: An A to Z Book of Herbal Concoctions, Recipes & Remedies, Practical Know-How & Food for the Soul by Doreen Shababy (a Christmas present from my dear friend M)

POEM(S):  Holding the Light by 
Stuart Kestenbaum

for Kait Rhoads

Gather up whatever is 
glittering in the gutter,
whatever has tumbled 
in the waves or fallen 
in flames out of the sky,

for it’s not only our
hearts that are broken, 
but the heart
of the world as well.
Stitch it back together. 

Make a place where
the day speaks to the night
and the earth speaks to the sky.
Whether we created God
or God created us

it all comes down to this:
In our imperfect world
we are meant to repair
and stitch together 
what beauty there is, stitch it 

with compassion and wire. 
See how everything 
we have made gathers 
the light inside itself
and overflows? A blessing.


Gathering by Nina Bagley  

We are gatherers,
the ones who pick up sticks and stones
and old wasp's nests fallen by the
door of the barn,
walnuts with holes that look like
eyes of owls,
bits of shells not whole but lovely
in their brokeness,
we are the ones who bring home
empty eggs of birds
and place them on a small glass shelf
to keep for what? How long?
It matters not. What matters
Is the gathering,
the pockets filled with remnants
of a day evaporated, the traces of
certain memory, a lingering smell,
a smile that came with the shell.


QUOTE(S):  “Herbalism is based on relationship – relationship between plant and human, plant and planet, human and planet. Using herbs in the healing process means taking part in an ecological cycle.  This offers us the opportunity consciously to be present in the living, vital world of which we are part; to invite wholeness and our world into our lives through awareness of the remedies being used..." ~ Wendell Berry

"A fool thinks how to spend time; a sage how to use it." ~ Leo Tolstoy

"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.  It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime." ~ Ray Bradbury

“Plants are a way of life. Using herbs isn’t just about medicine or healing. It’s about breath. Life. About faith, and how to live on this Earth in a more balanced and wholesome way, together. Plants thrive in community. They give out far more than they take in. They are sustainable in every way.” ~ Rosemary Gladstar