Welcome to my World

Welcome to the domain different--to paraphrase from New Mexico's capital city of Santa Fe which bills itself "The City Different." Perhaps this space is not completely unique but my world shapes what I write as well as many other facets of my life. The four Ds figure prominently but there are many other things as well. Here you will learn what makes me tick, what thrills and inspires me, experiences that impact my life and many other antidotes, vignettes and journal notes that set the paradigm for Dierdre O'Dare and her alter ego Gwynn Morgan and the fiction and poetry they write. I sell nothing here--just share with friends and others who may wander in. There will be pictures, poems, observations, rants on occasion and sometimes even jokes. Welcome to our world!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

National Adopt a Dog month!

I just learned the other day that October is "National Adopt a Dog Month" and some places they add 'shelter' before dog. I support that idea heartily! In fact I have never bought a dog in my life and other than a few that were a gift, most were some kind of rescue, either formal or most informal. And I have been blessed with some truly amazing and wonderful dogs over the years, too.

Soem of you may have seen an email going around--I cannot find a link but will try to paste into a separate message. There were some really moving pictures and captions about dogs that a friend sent me recently. I cannot pick a favorite but I will warn you that some will make you misty-eyed! Dogs are just such incredible animals, they really, really are! I've seen quite a few homeless people with a dog and I can hardly imagine what a comfort it would be to have a true and totally loving and nonjudgmental friend when you had fallen on hard times. Two of the pix depict this and the love and bond comes through clearly.

I guess many would say it is foolish or selfish to keep a dog when you can barely keep yourself alive but I find it awfully heaertless to deprive a person with so little the precious bond with a pet. I have told my Belle that I'd live in my pickup with her before I would give her up. It is paid for so even if I had little else, we would have that much of a home! I don't expect to fall into such dire straits but these days none of us really know what can happen. Life and all we know seems to be on shaky ground these days.

To shift gears, I was shocked a few days back to learn of the death in a vehicle accident of Larry Dever, who had been the sheriff of Cochise County in Arizona for many years and was running for a fifth term. He was not on law enforcement business but heading off for a hunting trip wtih one of his sons when the accident happened. Not having been there or talked to the investigators I have no real idea of how it happened but it is tragic anyway. He was a good man and principled, something that is pretty rare these days. He was also my son's top boss since David works in the correctional side of the Cochise County Sheriff's Department. Mr Dever was his boss for much of his career there. My late husband and I also knew and respected him. Since Jim had been in law enforcement he was critical of those who he felt did not do a good, whole-hearted, and integrity based job. That was not a problem with Mr. Dever. All I can say is RIP to a person I regarded as a friend, if not a close one, and that I admired very much. It is a real loss to the county, the state and the nation for his was a sane, calm voice in the border issue disputes. I found this obit on line with a poem by the renowned cowboy poet Badger Clark. It seemed very fitting.


Larry Dever

1952-2012

There is some that like the city -
Grass that's curried smooth and green,
Theaytres and stranglin' collars,
Wagons run by gasoline -
But for me it's hawse and saddle
Every day without a change,
And a desert sun a-blazin'
On a hundred miles of range.
Just a-ridin', a-ridin' -
Desert Ripplin' in the sun,
Mountains blue along the skyline -
I don't envy anyone
When I'm ridin'.
When my feet is in the stirrups
And my hawse is on the bust,
With his hoofs a-flashin' lightnin'
From a cloud of golden dust,
And the bawlin' of the cattle
Is a-comin' down the wind
Then a finer life than ridin'
Would be mighty hard to find.
Just a-ridin', a-ridin'
Splittin' long cracks through the air,
Stirrin' up a baby cyclone,
Rippin' up the prickly pear
As I'm ridin'.
I don't need no art exhibits
When the sunset does her best,
Paintin' everlastin' glory
On the mountains to the west
And your opery looks foolist
When the night-bird starts his tune
And the desert's silver mounted
By the touches of the moon.
Just a-ridin', a-ridin',
Who kin envy kings and czars
When the coyotes down the valley
Are a-singin' to the stars,
If he's ridin'?
When my earthly trail is ended
And my final bacon curled
And the last great roundup's finished
At the Home Ranch of the world
I don't want no harps nor haloes,
Robes nor other dressed up things -
Let me ride the starry ranges
On a pinto hawse with wings!
Just a-ridin', a-ridin'-
Nothin' I'd like half so well
As a-rounin' up the sinners
That have wandered out of Hell,
And a-ridin'.
Ridin' - Badger Clark

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Fall and Passing Time

It is really fall finally. This one short time I miss the high country--the golden aspens glowing like spilled sunlight in the gentle slant of autumn's light. I took this shot in Wolf Creek Pass (CO) two years ago.Flagstaff was pretty this time of year too. I really enjoyed the four years I spent there back in the late 60s.  We had a nice rain yesterday afternoon--the remnants of Hurricane/Tropical Storm Miriam sent a big surge of moist air our way and it gave us close to a half inch in a nice steady rain from mid afternoon through the evening. Today it is cooler--still mild and very pleasant-but a fall feel to the air. I hope we will have more fall storms to make up for the low rains this summer.

This is my favorite time of the year and I'm getting an itchy foot to get out and see some of the lovely country around here. With Belle, it is still kind of hard to arrange that, though, but I am going to see what I can do the next few weeks. I'm giving her three tramadol pain pills each twenty four hours now and that is keeping her pretty stable but she also sleeps a great deal and that would be hard for her to do in the car but maybe in the little wagon with the back seat down so there is a good flat area, she might be able to. I'll try a short trip or two and see how she does. But there is always next year if it has to wait.

I have to admit the time has kind of slipped away from me! I look around my room and realize I need to do some serious cleaning. It is amazing how the dust and fur accumulates! I took the bi fold doors off my closet and am working on a curtain for the opening. I did this in my old house in Whetstone and liked the results so have decided to do the same thing here and even convinced my brother it was a good idea! I did his curtain first--fabric that goes with some on the pieces on the big railroad themed quilt I did for him a few years back! He gets impatient if they don't slide easily so I found some hooks meant for shower curtains that have rollers built in and they work great! I'm such a weirdly creative person that I like the challenges of figuring out how to get around a problem in odd ways. Like how to attach these hooks to a pair of curtains that did not have the built in eyelets or 'button holes' of most shower curtains. I found out that one part of some metal snaps--like are used on a lot of western shirts etc. would work very well and the wire part of the hook slid right through the little hole! So that worked out well. I felt smug solving that problem!

Mine will be a little different and I'll use some curtain rings with clips that I used on some of the window treatments in Colorado when we moved up the street in July 2009 to a house with many big, bare windows! The curtains will be tan, matching the sheets I use a lot and have a band or two of southwest stripe fabric for trim--like the window curtains which are chambray blue (like other sheets) with a band of red "Indian" print near the lower edge. I have bought few curtains in my life--it is more fun to make them and have just what I want. Yes, the old Sinatra song is kind of my theme--I did it my way!

I have the house to myself for a few days. Charlie made up with his lady friend and has gone over to Carlsbad to help her move from a rented little shack of a house into a brand new condo=apartment. Of course I am dog-sitting and have the radio blaring. My CD player and the cassette player are both bad order so I'm reduced to the radio only. Yes, I am pouting a little! I guess I will have to go on eBay and see what they have in bookshelf stereos since I am not going to MP3 and stuff just yet!! I even have a lot of old LPs and like a lot of hard core music aficionados I still like the sound there, even with a bit of background noise and less purity than digital recordings. They had a warmth and life that 'perfect' doesn't quite give. So for now it's the radio or silence. :-( I will survive!

The sun is shining even if there was some fog this morning. It was kind of neat when it drifted over me when I was walking the dogs! I got a few minutes of Ireland or some misty isle in the distance of fantasy. Quiet, cool and silky moist sliding by us. Here in the desert that is a rare treat! So one more day and the first of my favorite months will be over...and the second will be here. October's "bright blue weather". That sounds silly as weather is not blue and not even really bright yet that phrase has a special magic and the air and sky will be bright and blue, proof that I am 'home' in the desert--and a week from today will be the 1st anniversary of the first night in this house! I can hardly believe it's been that long! It's good to be home though.



Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Rainy days, balloons and changing seasons

It's my favorite time of year--but here in the high desert the transition comes in fits and starts, a bit of summer, a taste of fall, some wind and restlessness.... And I love it all!

A cold front swept down last week and dropped temperatures drastically for a day or two. It also gave us a bit of badly needed rain. I walked with Belle and Rico in a gentle drizzle Thursday morning and quite enjoyed it. We didn't get sopping wet but pretty damp. Still, the moist air felt so smooth and the scent was sweet, clean and vital. The old song "Just walking in the rain" came to mind but my mood was much more chipper and I was not trying to forget anything nor hide my tears among the raindrops. Walking in the rain here is a rare treat. Either it is definitely not raining or we're in the midst of a crashing, blowing thunderstorm that one would be crazy to venture out in! So this was a gift! We were also rewarded with a rare morning rainbow that day...and of course I had to get a picture! The rainbow was only partial, just to the left of the small house in the lower center--you'll have to enlarge it to see it very well!

Then the weekend saw the local balloon festival. Of course it cannot rival the huge spectacle of the annual Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque but they had about fifty some balloonists. Saturday they lifted off near the small local airport and I counted about twenty-five in the air at once as I walked my canine crew in two shifts. The next day they rose from the White Sands National Park area and I didn't have a great view but still saw a few. I would love to go up in one someday! They say it costs 15-25 thousand to buy and outfit one so that is way beyond my means but since flying has always fascinated me, especially when it doesn't rely on conventional power, it would be marvelous to take a trip! Perhaps my Prince Charming will arrive with tickets someday (ROFL--as likely as the moon rising in the west tomorrow morning!) I only got one picture--battery issue with my little camera messed me up. Last year I saw some of the balloon event in Colorado Springs as we were in the throes of moving and got a shot or two then. That's the one on the right here.

And with September more than half over now, Autumn is very close. It is in full swing to the north I am sure but tiptoeing in here, a hint in the morning and evening when the coolness is more marked, a taste and feel in the wind, really mostly a breeze but bearing a different message than the summer breezes--drier, cooler, more restless. Still have some hummers but they have thinned out a lot and bees are being pesky, probably feeling the season change and trying to prepare for the winter. I saw two beautiful hawks yesterday, hunting over the open area behind our place. I am guessing red tails but could be wrong. They did look like the ones I had in the big pasture area behind my Arizona home, though, so that was a neat thing! I love the effortless way they fly and the wild sound of their shrill cries. They soar and glide, hardly beating their wings at all. Big birds but so graceful. Once I was a being that could fly; I can feel it still, the magical power and pleasure of being free in the sky, sensing the air currents and riding upon them. I dream of it still at times.

This weekend will bring the equinox--Mabon as it is called in the Druid and Wiccan communities, and a sacred turning point on the wheel of the year.  Day and night are equal; the sun hovers over the equator, slipping farther away from us for a season. Harvest time and a drawing in for the rest and regrouping period of winter with its colder, bleaker days and greater darkness. A festival too to give thanks and enjoy the fruits of your labors through the growing times, putting away the sustenance for the harsher times. Although Samhain around November 1 is also a similar holiday in spirit so both are parallel festivals. I'm out of step with many but consider the equinoxes as marking the 'dark' and 'light' halves of the year and the Winter solstice as New Year's though many Celtic/Druid followers say this is Samhain and the opposite is Beltane. Who can say really? Without a time machine to go find what the ancient druids did and believed, we can but intuit and improvise. .

The local pagan community is having a retreat and celebration in a campground off the highway to Las Cruces; perhaps next year I can join them but I am not ready to leave Belle that long right now. She is doing pretty well but still needs a watchful eye--she dives off the back stoop or gets anxious and slips and skids, does not know when to settle and be quiet to rest. So 'Mama" needs to be here for and with her most of the time....  Perhaps I go overboard on this but it is my choice to do so. And I will as long as she is with me.

Some of my online Druid friends will be doing a ritual on Saturday evening--although we are scattered all over the globe we'll coordinate a time and go through it as if we were together. I am looking forward to that. Praying for healing and peace in the world and for those we know who are struggling with health and personal issues and dedicating ourselves to a spiritual path we believe in as a group gives special meaning and honors the day as best we can.

So brightest blessings to each and if anyone would like to join the ritual email me at azwriter427@yahoo.com and I will send you the written guide and the way to figure the time in your zone to join with us.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Where the Thunder Walks

I was going through files related to writing and came across this article I wrote a few years back. At the time I thought to submit it to Fate or a similar periodical but never did and no longer plan this but I did think some of my readers here might find it interesting! So I'm sharing it with you today! The lightning photo is mine; as is the one of Coffee Pot Rock in Sedona. The one of the Red Rock moon rise above is not but it gives the mystique I discuss a good image!


                                                        Where the Thunder Walks

Not for nothing do we have an old saying, "Good things come in threes."  Three is a number of great power and potent magic.  The idea of the triad runs through many primitive religions and was even borrowed by the Christians for their Trinity because of the amazing power inherent in the "Rule of Three."  Thus, it was no real surprise when a peculiar revelation came to me recently, one involving yet another mystical trine.
Almost everyone familiar with New Age beliefs and literature has heard of the energy vortex or power point located in Boynton Canyon, near Sedona, Arizona.  During the past ten or fifteen years, it has been widely publicized by the Dick Sutphen and others.  Perhaps less well known, unless one has traveled U.S. Highway Interstate Eight west of Yuma, Arizona, is a point known as the "Center of the Universe" where another group has built a huge pyramid and metaphysical center. 

I recently fell to thinking of these two places and suddenly realized there must be a third one!  I promptly dug out a state map.  First, I tried a pendulum.  I could scarcely believe my eyes when it hovered over the middle of Cochise County, in southeastern Arizona, where I now reside.
Then, with a ruler, I measured the distance between the two known points and then to the area the pendulum indicated.  I found it was almost exactly the same distance from Sedona as was the desert spot, and only slightly farther from the latter.  The exact spot is in the San Pedro Valley, north and east of the communities of Sierra Vista and Huachuca City.
Suddenly, it fell into place with an almost audible click.  Of course!  The Apache sensed a mystical atmosphere in the region and made it their special hideaway.  Even earlier, the Sopaiburi and other Amerind tribes frequented the area.  Their name for the region was the origin of the modern name "Huachuca" (pronounced Wa-CHOO-ka) and meant "Where the Thunder Walks."  How better could one describe a vortex of energy and power?
Although the name has in modern times been settled on a range of mountains along the southwest side of the Valley, I suspect these early denizens applied it to an opposite mountain area, now called the Dragoons.
Even deeper into the past, people were here.  Along the San Pedro near the modern settlements of Hereford and Palominas, on the ranch of Mr. Ed Lerner, a site has been discovered where primitive warriors killed mammoths.  Prior to this find, few even acknowledged man and mammoths coexisted, at least in the new world.
But at this site, some of the fine stone arrow and spear heads known as "Folsum Points" have been found embedded in mammoth bones.  This leaves no room for doubt that ancestors of Native American people actually killed mammoths, which perhaps were mired in mud or quicksand in that area.  More than one of the gigantic beasts fell prey here to Stone Age hunters thousands of years ago.
Mysterious hieroglyphics can also be found,  graven in stones of all the mountains which surround the valley, possibly left by the same folk who slew the mammoths.  Still earlier, southern Arizona was a plateau, higher than more northerly regions which were then a swampy forest, now preserved in part in the Petrified Forest in northeastern Arizona.

I grew up about thirty miles from the Sedona vortex point in central Arizona's beautiful Verde Valley.  At that time, I had no idea such things as an energy vortex existed, much less that one was near by.  I only knew "my" valley was a special place and its air often seemed to be charged with a peculiar intensity.  I rode horseback all over the hills and canyons of the region and absorbed its magic until it became an integral part of me, leaving a constant awareness of the 'otherness' which exists all around us.  Then I grew up and left the area and thought no more of it for many years. 
After wandering about for a number of years, I finally settled in Cochise County.  Here too is much natural beauty of the sort typical of the southwest.  This stark, rugged land holds many secrets and hidden treasures. 
Here too the very air sometimes seems to hold a special vividness but I gave it little thought until recently.  Once I 'caught on" I had to laugh at myself for being so slow to reach this awareness.  The whole region is infused with a special magic, and I had felt it all along, without really thinking about it. 
To the southeast side of the valley lies a range of mountains now called the Mules.  Some years ago, my husband and I, in a fanciful mood due to reading Tolkein and other fantasy tales, had christened this range 'The Sleeping Dragon'.
Viewed from across the valley around modern Fort Huachuca, it takes only a little imagination to see a great beast, tail curling near the Mexican border and head not far from the town of Tombstone.  Thus, the dragon has guarded at least two mineral lodes of great worth:  the copper mines of Bisbee which are also the source of the famous "Bisbee Blue" turquoise, and the rich silver lode of Tombstone. Since geologists know there are yet more rich mineral deposits to be found, other 'boom towns' may yet arise, unless the dragon wakes.
The valley is also steeped in history.  It is here the Spanish explorer Coronado first set foot in land which is now the United States, probably the first European to enter the region west of the Mississippi.  Here in the 1770s, about the time the Colonists on the Eastern seaboard tired of British oppression, the Franciscans established a 'visita' ‑ a small mission without a resident Padre ‑ at Quiburi, a Sopaiburi village on the west bank of the San Pedro River.  The ruins, a few melting adobe walls, are now inside the San Pedro Riparian Conservation area, protected by the Bureau of Land Management.
Sometime later, a plague wiped out most of the Sopaiburi and the influx of the warlike Apache drove the survivors to retreat to the region of Tucson.  For awhile, the people of Cochise and Geronimo had the area to themselves, but then the European Americans descended. 
Settlers began to arrive and the Army came, setting up camps and outposts which were later centralized to become the present‑day Fort Huachuca.  Intrepid ranchers such as Pete Kitchen and John Slaughter brought cattle from Texas to graze on the rich grasslands, wandering prospectors found valuable minerals, and "civilization" came to the San Pedro.  Ironically, most of these newcomers didn't have the sensitivity to realize they invaded a special place. 
Today thousands of tourists pass through to view the historical mining camps of Bisbee and Tombstone.  In 1996, Karchner Cavern in the foothills of the Whetstone Mountains will open, a new attraction to rival the wonders of Carlsbad Caverns if preliminary photographs are any indication. 
At Fort Huachuca, the Army trains soldiers in the modern 'magic' of Military Intelligence and Electronic Warfare, while the Army Communications Command develops and applies lasers and other state‑of‑the‑art technology.  All this where a century ago, the 'Buffalo Soldiers' and their officers flashed heliograph messages across the valley from the present day Huachuca Mountains to peaks in the Dragoons while the Native Americans they pursued used smoke signals and even more subtle and secret communications.
Mining has slowed greatly and there are few cattle ranches left, but relics of both remain, along with those of the earlier residents.  Thus, new links in an old chain are still forged with the passage of time.
Yet another peculiar coincidence links the three points.  The San Pedro River is one of very few in the continental U.S. which flows predominantly northward.  It joins the Gila near the towns of Winkleman and Hayden.  To the north, the Verde River flows south to meet the Salt River north of Phoenix.  South and west of Phoenix, the Salt joins the Gila.  The Gila crosses the state to flow into the Colorado, just north of Yuma.  Thus, a network of running water links all three sites, or very nearly so.  Given the geographical dispersion involved, this would hardly be expected, so it seems to have some arcane significance. 
As nearly as I can determine, the exact vortex or power point is on private land, east of the San Pedro River.  I do not feel free to disclose the exact coordinates.  Quite possibly the owner does not even know of its existence.  However, I can attest the whole region is alive with energies any sensitive person can feel. 
Each of the mountain ranges bordering the valley has its own special ambience, due to alignment with and proximity to the power point.  Natural wonders are many, and long term residents all relate tales of strange sightings and events, either experienced personally or related to them by trusted friends and kinfolk.
Last summer, I was pursuing one of my hobbies, taking pictures of the lightning during the approach of one of the region's typical spectacular summer thunderstorms.  Later, when I had the film developed, I found one picture truly amazing.  There in vivid clarity was a towering figure limned in lightning bolts.  It strode east, toward the exact power point, holding aloft a mask or skull, perhaps an offering to the Force which inhabits the vortex.  My camera had captured a specter too fleeting and too brilliant for the eye to perceive, giving me a likeness of the Spirit of Huachuca.  Indeed, this is Where the Thunder Walks, and I now have proof.
Though the true Seeker never fails to learn and question, there is so much that we do not yet know.  The exact nature of these mysterious sites falls into this category.  That they exist is definitely true; that our ancient ancestors often utilized them in some manner by constructing their most sacred and arcane temples and holy places in their vicinity is also.  Today though, how best we might utilize them is still in the realm of the unknown. 
Therefore, it is probably best the San Pedro vortex remains in its pristine state for the time being until our level of knowledge increases to the point where we can properly harness the potential offered by such wondrous resources.  Here, where there are strong links to both the past and the future, perhaps there is even a gate to other places and times or other realities.  Eventually a Seeker will come, one who is ready, and he or she will find the key, learn the combination, or simply open the door.             
Until then, the Dragon sleeps and the Point of Power waits, like Excaliber held in stone for the destined hand to raise it. But those of us fortunate enough to live in the area can smile a small secret smile when we hear the old timers' tales of strange phenomena.  We can also feel the vital energy and be 'charged' by the residual radiance of this special place Where the Thunder Walks.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Time flies-fun optional!

It's September already, and almost a third of the way into the month at that! I am not sure where the last eight days went but they are gone, just like that! No earth shaking events or anything, just normal busy-ness and plodding along with various chores and the routine. Still enjoying yummy watermelon almost every night--which the dogs love as much or more than we do! I cut up half of one of the 'personal sized' ones into bites and we all enjoy them. The hummingbirds have thinned out a bit but some will remain until at least mid October if last year was typical. I was not even feeding then so all there was to  hold them was the morning glories and trumpet vines at least here. I'll keep a feeder or two up as long as I see any around. The story they won't go south if there are feeders is a myth!

We had a lovely rain over the early part of the weekend. There was a bit of moist flow from the south and it met a cold front coming down from Canada to create a nice twenty four hour spell of mostly gentle drizzly rain! That was wonderful. We got about .55 of an inch here and never saw a bit of sun yesterday. Although I am definitely a sun-worshiper in that I say I run on solar energies, one day like that here in the desert is a novelty and so pleasant. I expect the real summer heat has been broken and we won't see 100 again but never say never when it comes to weather.

Today it is clearing off and a light breeze, still damp and mild but there is a faint foretaste of fall in the air. Hurrah, I am ready! Fall has been my favorite season most of my life except when I lived in north central California or Colorado and dreaded the coming of winter. In California it meant days on end of fog and in Colorado the cold, wind and sometimes snow. I remember fall as a time of clear, bright blue days when the sky was just a shade darker than the best "Bisbee Blue" turquoise and nights were chilly but days mild. It was a time to go out camping and sometimes hunting--when I was a kid we hunted for food, not sport, but now I would not shoot anything unless it was a necessity--so any hunting would be with a camera instead of a rifle, But the memories are still good. Even going back to school was not really a bad thing, those many years ago. County fairs and days spent just hiking or picnicking, gathering firewood for the winter, putting the garden to bed for another season and canning and freezing the harvest-- so many simple but good things.

My daughter's birthday is in September; my wedding anniversary was; and although a few sad things have happened like my younger brother's unexpected death from an aneurysm in September 2005 but that does not dim my fondness for this month. Fall flowers--mostly yellow--may give me allergies but that too I can cope with. I used to call the many varieties of the sunflower family "sneeze weeds" because most of them have a pungent and ticklish scent instead of pleasant but they are still bright like spilled sunlight.Then the leaves turn--mostly yellow in the southwest where the aspens in the mountains go first and then sycamores a kind of rusty orange and last the cottonwoods, a literal blaze of glory when the first frost touches them--usually later than September but we knew it was coming. They were pretty here last fall down along the main street and the railroad tracks. I'll try for some pictures this year!


These two shots I took two years ago just about this time. I'd made a trip from Colorado down thru southern New Mexico and into Arizona and on the return trip I drove through the Verde Valley, my youthful home and on to Flagstaff where I went to college. From there I cut across the Navajo Reservation into the southwest corner of Colorado--Cortez and Durango area These shots were on the east side of Wolf Creek Pass. The aspens were at their peak and it was breathtaking!

As an aside, the damp weather gave Belle a bad couple of days but I got her another Adequan shot and she seems to be snapping out of it. Here is a cute little shot of her and Rojito out by the gate where they can see past the carport to the street--to bark at passers by and 'watch the road go by' as we always say. They are still good friends and he hangs with her a lot even when she is sleeping off a few aches and pains. Surely he was sent to be a comfort to all of us. He's a very special little dog!!

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Thursday, August 30, 2012

Creative Fires

One of the attributes of Brighid, a major deity in the Druid/Celtic pantheon, is fire in/on water. This is an interesting dichotomy which I may discuss another time. I'm talking lately with a few folks who are interested in joining the Tuatha de Brighid (TDB), an independent Druidic group operating on line. I am no expert or really able to instruct but I'm posting things and leading some discussions. More on that later too.

Today I want to talk about that Creative Fire--the real fire in the belly that drives writers and most artists to let the words and images out of their heads to be enjoyed by the public. It's a gift, a blessing and at times definitely like Heinlein's Harsh Mistress. It is often more of a compulsion than a wish or desire! What surprises me is how many women (I suppose men too but more familiar with the distaff side among my friends) are writers but also have a number of other creative hobbies--everything from silver-smithing to sewing, painting, etc.

I have to plead guilty to totally failing to limit myself to even a dozen hobbies and interests! I'm all over the place. Pencil sketches of some of my long-ago 'heroes' hang on my bedroom wall; a bulletin board is covered with necklaces and bracelets I made--everything from malachite set in silver to all kinds of beads, and another rack, made of plastic canvas, holds many pairs of earrings. Yes, I love jewelry!!

Then I  sew. I learned on my late paternal grandmother's old pedal Singer machine--a real antique I gave to my daughter-in-law who refinishes old furniture and she loves it!--by making fancy western shirts starting at about thirteen or so. I guess my daughter's wedding dress is the most elaborate project I ever tried and it turned out better than her marriage which ended tragically.

Then a few years ago I turned to quilts or more accurately coverlets or comforters since I do not do the actual quilting, sewing through the layers in an elaborate design but just 'tie through' with yard or cord.. I was inspired by a now-deceased friend and author who was both a great quilter and writer, Jan Minter of East Texas (RIP Jan). My first was a simple nine-patch square pattern I made for my own bed with scraps of fabrics from a zillion of my projects and things my maternal grandmother had made for me when I was in school. It's my 'souvenir' spread! I still use it but need to do some repairs soon as a few seams are giving way. Here is a picture of it above right. I had enough blocks left over to do a lap or as I call it nap robe too, roughly the crib size of 48x60. From there I went into themed pieces, starting with a California King sized bed cover for my brother, done all in railroad prints:. Never again that big--it was a huge job in all regards and cumbersome to complete!! And I just realized when I looked at the large version of the pic above--it was completed just over five years ago--Aug 27, 07!!

Mostly now I do smaller pieces for nap robe/wall hanging/decorative throw uses, mostly in themes. I've done some that we gave away in drawings on Book Brew, my once-a-month writer-reader party at Coffee Time Romance and More and others I've given to friends. The latest was special and went to Florida to a dear friend who loves the sea shore and its creatures and shells! Another quirk of my work is they are always totally reversible--no plain tiny flowered print all over or solid color or muslin on the 'back'!! Here is the front and back of the sea shore one. I like the first side the best and called it 'front' but that is kind of optional!:

Now I am working on another for Coffee Time and my Book Brew event for December. One side is Christmasy and the other for the rest of the year but it's 'beefcake' on both sides, with hunky guys flaunting bare chests and come-hither looks! I don't have pictures of it yet but will before long.

And who knows what I may be driven to tackle next--I go in spurts of doing first one form of art work and then move to another, usually go back to prior things every so often. I'm thinking now of maybe trying water colors or going back to sketching or even making 'paper dolls' as I did for many years ago  when I thought I might want to be a dress designer. That never came to be but I did try ideas which I later made as real garments on paper first.I even sold a big batch of my old ones on eBay before my first of several moves back in 2008. The collector who bought them was delighted and took them to some shows and conventions. That was almost humbling!!

Anyway, please comment and tell me what results from your special fire in the belly! To tie this discussion back to Brighid and TDB, one of the three mysteries or tenets of our doctrine is The Art. That term is used in a much broader way than simply the paintings or sculptures in an exhibit, the words of a poem or story or even a song. Art is anything you do in the spirit of love and giving/sharing from your inner self that you can make or do! Fixing a meal, even a humble task like cleaning the house or working in the garden can be Art and you can dedicate those labors to the Deity or Power of your choice as a 'love gift' and offering. But traditional art forms are included as well and I do generally credit and dedicate my handiwork to Brighid and The Godde or overall Deity that I know created us and all and watches our slow progress to the point where we can eventually merge our purified and enlightened spiritual energy back into the whole.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

National Dog Day

I kid you not--today, August 26 is National Dog Day! I won't belabor the point since every day is dog day at my house LOL but I would suggest you give your furkid a special hug and treat today and remember to be thankful for the unconditional love and wonderful companionship that he or she gives you. Like the saying goes, "God help me to be the person my dog thinks I am."  I fall so far short, I know. It is humbling and sets a high bar for you to see the look in their eyes!

Belle and her "cousins" KayCee, BeeBee and Rojito got plenty of watermelon bites and the 'beefy sticks' they love as Charlie, my brother and I, ate our dinner. These dogs just love watermelon and both the soft and hard beefy sticks. The hard ones come from PetCo in plastic bags of about 5# or so--they are chopped rawhide compressed back into pencil sized sticks. The soft ones are the 'snack sticks' that come in bags at Walmart--NOT made in China and beef is the first ingredient. I do read the labels on all the food and treats my pets get. Charlie made a trip to Las Cruces earlier this week and stocked up on some treats our kids love--the beefy sticks, some little pillow-shaped bulk treats they get the last time they come in for the night and ginger bears, one of Belle's faves. Although I have to admit she never met a treat she did not like!!  Rojito is developing a fondness for them too! No, we do not have spoiled dogs--it's just that every day is dog day here!