pockwatchies and sunbeams.....

sunday's walk....

aho neighbor...

pockwatchie?

surrounded by the whispering trees...

wrapped in the loving glow of grandfather sun...

all is well with my soul this bright

sunny sunday....

How have I frighted thee....

"O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my sense in forgetfulness?"

~ Shakespeare

sleep eludes me of late....

be it the moon...the ghost of 

my ancestors visiting each night...

or just all the aches and pains of 

this old body...it appears sleep

has been "frighted" from me...

desperately seeking sleep....

(owl element by eenas creation)

mizz unconventional does thanksgiving.....

i have more to be thankful for than anyone would

care to read about...so...let me say how thankful i am

for my new cookbooks!

I just got Home Made and Home Made Winter by

yvette van boven.....such LOVELY books.

the recipes and the photos are to die for!

everything is fresh...made from scratch...

even how-to's for making your own

cheese...butter...yogurt...and sausage.

i'm looking forward to trying some of her

soups...breads...and flavored butters on

the upcoming winter days.

being the unconventional person that i am...

my thanksgiving meal was a spinach quiche (my

own recipe) with creme fraiche and a little
spinach/artichoke spread on the side. and for
dessert i made her white chocolate coffee. i
 improvised some and used chopped white chocolate
 chips and a packet of starbucks via...ready brewed

iced coffee. i put the heavy cream with a 

spot of sugar and vanilla in my "magic

bullet" to whip up the cream. had this

wonderful concoction and a couple of 

key lime cookies to top off my meal.

YUM!

being the glutton that i am...now i'm

waiting for Home Made Summer...

due out next may.

and let me also add that among the

many things that i count as blessings

are you....my "cyber" friends.

sending each and every one of you

healing and peaceful energy this

thanksgiving day....

aho...

loopty loops among the stardust....

today finds my space cowboy much on my mind...

this day he earned his permanent wings...

sending hugs and kisses his way as he

loopty loops among the stardust....

singing over the bones....

La Loba…..

Wolf Woman…

sing your sweet souls voice over these desiccated bones

and bring them back to life

before they become powder

and are stolen by the wind…

i am much in need of a

singing over the bones…



Thanks Veterans

Happy Veterans Day!

to all of you who have

served our country....

THANKS!

out of sorts.......

 
 please accept my apologies for being such an awful blogger....

i've been out of sorts....

things have been a little too "heavy" in my world lately.

i know in the grand scheme of things there are those far worse off

than myself....among them the poor Sandy victims.

we all handle stress differently....my way is usually:

long walks...

quiet reflection...

silence...

silence...

silence...

sometimes the burden of always being the one expected

to spin lead into gold becomes overwhelming...
no one sings my life like Van...

Philosophers Stone

Van Morrison

Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone

I'm still searching for... searching for my home

Up in the morning... up in the morning ...out on the road

and my head is aching... and my hands are cold

And I'm looking for the silver lining... silver lining in the clouds

and I'm searching for...

and I'm searching for...

the philosophers stone

And it's a hard road... it's a hard road... daddy-o

when my job is turning lead into gold

He was born in the back street, born in the back street... Jelly Roll

I'm on the road again and I'm searching for

the philosophers stone

Can you hear that engine

Woe... can you hear that engine drone

well I'm on the road again and I'm searching for...

searching for the philosophers stone

Up in the morning... up in the morning

when the streets are white with snow

It's a hard road... it's a hard road ...daddy-o

Up in the morning,...up in the morning

out on the job

Well you've got me searching for

searching for... the philosophers stone

Even my best friends... even my best friends...they don't know

that my job is turning lead into gold

When you hear that engine... when you hear that engine drone

I'm on the road again and I'm searching for the philosophers stone

It's a hard road... even my best friends ...they don't know

and I'm searching for... searching for...

 the philosophers stone.




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