New Year’s Eve arises like a soft hush, a bittersweet sigh of the heart. Should auld acquaintance be forgot… Dawn refuses to paint the horizon in stained-glass reds and pinks and oranges until after 8:15 a.m. in this far cusp of the Eastern Time Zone on this last day of December.
Archive for December, 2011
29 Dec
Sitting cross-legged by the burning wood stove
As many of you know or don’t know, I spend lots of time meditating here in the woods. Meditation started seriously for this one in 2003. Since no formal teacher materialized to teach me, I started sitting cross-legged on the couch by the burning wood stove in our walk-out basement (OK, only by the wood stove [...]
26 Dec
Please, Newt, do not call!
Dear Newt Gingrich, USA presidential candidate, please quit calling us. We are on the do-not-call list. Please do not say that you can telephone every day because you’re a political candidate or a non-profit agency. I am a registered and elected Democrat and usually do not vote for Republicans. Although that might be questionable if [...]
23 Dec
I’m dreaming of a green Christmas, just like the ones I’ve never known…
Even though I swore I would not publish a blog more than once or twice a week during the holiday season, here we are in Georgia after eating a pepperoni pizza and drinking a glass of nice white Pinot Grigio for lunch, and what do you know, here arrives a blog, more predictable than Santa Claus. We [...]
21 Dec
“I believes in Santa Claus with my wholest heart!”
My name is Elsa. I don’t believe in Santa Claus any more. I am nine years old. My mommy and daddy buy me toys from Wal-Mart and Target. My mommy went to the store really early on Black Friday and another car hit her bumper and she got really mad because she wasn’t the first [...]
18 Dec
Ma in her kerchief and I in my cap had just settled down for a long winter’s nap…
…When out in the blogosphere there rose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter! Seriously, folks, I have severe blogging issues. First, as a preamble, let me explain how lovely it’s been to cease blogging on Lake Superior Spirit since last Wednesday. A magnificent little break. Quiet spaces [...]
14 Dec
Crab blogger scuttles into shell. And out. And in. And out…
No, no, no. I am not a “crabby” blogger. Read that title more carefully, please. It says I’m a “crab blogger”. Which means someone of the Cancerian persuasion, born between June 21st and July 22nd. Our sign is that of the little sea and sand creature, the crab.
13 Dec
Yesterday a Ghost Wrote My Blog.
Yesterday was a bad day in my blogging world. But let’s back up. I must first interject that 92.6% of my blogging days are good. As I’m sure you haven’t guessed–I have loved blogging these past three years on WordPress. It’s often become as important as brushing teeth or flossing. (Have you blogged today? If [...]
