Blue Awakenings

Blue moon. Remembered dreams. New calendar. Restored awakenings. Fresh starts. Clean slates. Renewed beginnings. Revived. Refreshed. Blue. Blue like the reflected watery source of all life.

May you know uncommon blessings for the common year. Peace.

A Return from Cold Darkness

Yesterday afternoon the strong winds claimed a nearby tree. In turn the tree claimed an electrical line. And to return the favor the electric line claimed the tree by burning it. These acts of nature and energy left us without "power" for some 15-hours on the coldest day and evening of the season thus far. We lit a fire in the fireplace, lots of candles, ate Kent pizza and antipasto as we sipped ale and played rummy before piling a couple extra quilts on the bed and hoping the sound of furnace might wake us before too long.

6:30 AM the sound of heat returning through the baseboards woke us. I opted to stay under the covers as long as I could before preparing to leave for the breakfast and errands we had planned for the day. It was a welcome chore, for the little hut was warm and welcoming when we returned.

Fits-n-Starts

Today was one of those remarkable days where several starts were made and only one completion. One item - and an important one - one that has offered unwarranted and foolish challenge (and fits) over the past several days - did make its way to fruition and will be put to full rest tomorrow.

I started another journal page, still working with black pen, but this time on a color-prepped background. I was prompted to work only with design - pure design. No words. No recognizable images. No symmetry either. Pure design. I'm enjoying the evolution in how I'm working it and am looking forward to filling the page.

So tomorrow I make a delightful trip to the bank, pick up a few groceries, and complete this page. And ya know what else? Life is sweet. Fits and all.

That's what I made today (a cryptic blog entry it seems to me now).

Pleasurable Acts

All these things ... and more ... and football too. Even when my team disappoints. Even when they put themselves at risk of not making it into the playoffs.

So it is that this morning, before the first kickoffs commenced, I sat with my silly little journal and doodled and drafted a few of the things at bring me pleasure in this life. Even in the face of potential disappointment. That's what I made today. Peace.

A Little Classic Holiday Spirit

Well my friends ... even as Christmas may not my winter holy day, I do honor it, what with the Prince of Peace and all. So it is that on this night, Christmas Eve, I raise a glass of good cheer, a holy spirit, in gratitude of the Peace that the holy man who is celebrated tried so hard to convey to the world, and that resides within the hearts of each and every one of us,

And thanks to Olde Dame Penniwig for the classic image that graces this post.

☮PEACE☮

Preparations Mostly

Tomorrow The Boy has an early day, which means he gets home early and then has two days in a row off - the first such occurrence since Thanksgiving. So today I prepared the home, cleaned and tidied, got some homebrew chilled, steaks thawing, and reviewed my menu for Friday (christmas) dinner with his mom. Things are in order and I think even I will treat these coming days as "days off." I have a few calls to tend to in the morning and then I'll start imaging how to complete the started pages as well as fill these journal pages I prepared today. That's what I made today. Peace.

Time for Winter Welcoming

I invite you to block off *at least* a few hours in these next few days to unplug - no computer, no TV, no video games. Rather, light a fire, be it candle, fireplace or bonfire ... and simply BE in the darkness of winter ... alone or with family and loved ones. You'll be glad you did - even if you don't Know why.

Winter blessings. Peace.

Apologies Accepted

"I'm sorry mommy, but they were so good and I only had a couple." ::groan::

Yeah ... if a couple is something close to 50.

You see, iced cookies like the Anginettes I leave out, covered only with a cotton cloth so that the icing has a day or two to set-up nice. Not only that but Halley doesn't take food from the table ... well she did once when we first got her (and that involved a loaf of wrapped banana bread), but not since. Well, that is until last night. I woke at 3:something AM to the sound of The Boy's voice saying, "What did you do?" I knew in a flash that it wasn't saint Nick.

All I can say is I hope she enjoyed them and I hope she's not too sick today. Heck, I can make more cookies.

Dumb dog.

I love her so.