Friday, May 20, 2016
My favorite old tee-shirt by Kiki the Artist.
New record: 11 Angel Trumpets on the same day!! Wow!!!!
Me and Mama having a laugh, the weekend before Mother's Day.
Almost all of my Blythe dolls...
And, I leave you with a few thoughtful quotes:
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. —George Orwell, 1984
"It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured." - "Shantaram" By Gregory David Roberts, a magnificent read...
lunar rug. ~Marion
The only problem
with Haiku is that you just
get started and then
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Okay, I'm a moon person...and it's no wonder...I was born in the sign of Moonchild on the full moon, slap in the middle of hurricane season. Yes, these lunar facts have shaped my personality. I'm not a superstitious person...not very superstitious, that is. I plant by the moon phases, but that's nature.
This is a little piñata I bought from an Etsy shop. I had to have this creative little moon...
I don't/can't sleep much when the moon is full. I watch the moonbeams and moonlight as it softly glows through my gauzy curtains onto the floor. I inevitably get up and stand at the window and search the bright night sky until I spot the Moonlady, and only then do I feel comforted and lie back down to doze.
As Summer nears and Spring winds down, I marvel at creation and nature: the Moon, seeds, flowers, the weather, and the joyous, perfect synchronicity of it all. When the frogs start croaking and singing in the middle of a cloudless, warm afternoon, I know it'll be raining soon. Frogs don't lie. It's clouding up right now and I heard the toads/frogs talking to me just this morning.
I've been outside a lot this week watering my container garden, planting kale and lettuce, meeting turtles, listening to frogs and communing with the dragonflies. I will always be in awe of these creatures of water, earth and air. Dragonflies are born and then live a year under water before climbing out to earth to spread their wings and fly. It's magical.
It took 15 shots to get this picture today. He patiently waited....
My Siberian and Red Russiak Kale was up in 2 days!!!
My first Early Girl tomato lives up to her name...
Moonflowers are climbing up, up, up toward the sun...
I made a seed trade with a lady I met on Instagram. Planted two days ago & it's already sprouting!
..and, of course, some beautiful words to inspire from poet C. D. Wright's "Deepstep Comes Shining".
Indigo Blu (Blythe) arrived from Hong Kong with that amazing blue hair!
My new favorite coloring book...
Colored with gel pens...
Dragonfly love---colored with gel pens & Prismacolor pencils.
Do something you love that brings you joy! Gardening feeds the body and the soul! 🌱💚🌱💚
Friday, May 6, 2016
Daughter, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, wife, cousin, niece, sister-in-law, friend, Christian, Zen, seeker...
writer, poet, reader, diarist, giver, lover, book reviewer, book collector, collage artist, jewelry maker, doll maker, crafter, crocheter, nature photographer, gardener, Moonchild, doll collector, artist, cook, baker, herbalist, seamstress, quilter, bird watcher, Hummingbird caretaker, music lover, tarot reader, I Ching student, rune reader, dream interpreter, tree planter, cat-rescuer, homemaker, notary public, bookkeeper, legal secretary, blogger...and more, so much, much more... I've spent all my life learning and growing. I've taught myself 90% of the things I know: the arts, crafts, gardening, photography, etc. through reading books and trial and error. A new friend recently said to me about gardening: you must be a Ninja to garden because you'll kill more plants than you grow. I knew this from my own accidental Ninja kills, but I loved the way she worded it. Many people give up after the first few plants don't sprout or bloom or are eaten by bugs. Never give up! Gardening is a metaphor for all of life...
Being a Mother has been the most rewarding, challenging, exciting, frustrating, creative thing I've ever done. I have no regrets about the sacrifices I made to raise my children. Mothers must put their children first...they didn't ask to come here, we brought them...we chose to give them life... They are our own beating hearts... Being a grandmother is the second most rewarding thing on earth. Grandchildren are our future...they are life begatting life...and the epitome of joy.
Life is not about merely standing still (although there is a time to stand still), but about growing, experiencing, discovering, laughing at yourself, forgiving yourself, loving with all your heart and soul and being broken...then picking up the pieces and carrying on. An old proverb says, "Fall seven times; stand up eight." It's my motto along with, "This, too, shall pass."
Wishing all you mothers out there a very Happy Mother's Day!! xo, Marion
My baby Moonflowers...just starting to vine
Gerbera Daisies, revived with organic sea kelp, a super fertilizer.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Poem: "Courage," by Anne Sexton, from The Awful Rowing Toward God
This exact flower was yellow yesterday...a miracle in the rain.Angel Trumpets (Brugmansia) yesterday. They need fertile soil to bloom. I use sea kelp.
Friday, April 22, 2016
After ten days of clouds and rain, the sun came out today and the flowers bloomed with joy. It's a certain kind of Eden, for sure... xo
A CERTAIN KIND OF EDEN
By Kay Ryan
It seems like you could, but
you can’t go back and pull
the roots and runners and replant.
It’s all too deep for that.
You’ve overprized intention,
have mistaken any bent you’re given
for control. You thought you chose
the bean and chose the soil.
You even thought you abandoned
one or two gardens. But those things
keep growing where we put them—
if we put them at all.
A certain kind of Eden holds us thrall.
Even the one vine that tendrils out alone
in time turns on its own impulse,
twisting back down its upward course
a strong and then a stronger rope,
the greenest saddest strongest
kind of hope.
Kay Ryan, "A Certain Kind of Eden" from Flamingo Watching.
Angel Trumpet bloomed today...Earth Day 2016!
Saturday, April 16, 2016
My gorgeous baby girl and her sweet husband going to a party.
THE SPIRIT IS TOO BLUNT AN INSTRUMENT
By Anne Stevenson
The spirit is too blunt an instrument
to have made this baby.
Nothing so unskilful as human passions
could have managed the intricate
exacting particulars: the tiny
blind bones with their manipulating tendons,
the knee and the knucklebones, the resilient
fine meshings of ganglia and vertebrae,
the chain of the difficult spine.
Observe the distinct eyelashes and sharp crescent
fingernails, the shell-like complexity
of the ear, with its firm involutions
concentric in miniature to minute
ossicles. Imagine the
infinitesimal capillaries, the flawless connections
of the lungs, the invisible neural filaments
through which the completed body
already answers to the brain.
Then name any passion or sentiment
possessed of the simplest accuracy.
No, no desire or affection could have done
with practice what habit
has done perfectly, indifferently,
through the body's ignorant precision.
It is left to the vagaries of the mind to invent
love and despair and anxiety
and their pain.
Anne Stevenson, "The Spirit is Too Blunt an Instrument" from Poems 1955-2005.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
BY YUSEF KOMUNYAKAA
Rock Me, Mercy
The river stones are listening
because we have something to say.
The trees lean closer today.
The singing in the electrical woods
has gone dumb. It looks like rain
because it is too warm to snow.
Guardian angels, wherever you're hiding,
we know you can't be everywhere at once.
Have you corralled all the pretty wild
horses? The memory of ants asleep
in daylilies, roses, holly, & larkspur.
The magpies gaze at us, still
waiting. River stones are listening.
But all we can say now is,
Mercy, please, rock me.