Light the Sky


All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,

β€œYou owe me.β€œ

What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.”



Handle with Care

They say there are no accidents, those that throw such weight behind limited wisdom. Maybe so, maybe not. But today, sitting in a bookstore whiling away the time, I ran across this post I had saved in draft mode a while ago. As fate would have it, it is exactly what I needed to hear.
Today. Funny how that can work. πŸ˜‰

Thank You.



The life we forget to live is our own.

The craft most urgently needed is to attend life’s unfolding with the same care as one has for the borrowed lamp on the living room table.

It is priceless and must be returned in a while.

It is a beauty (born the same day love was conceived) that stops the eye,

even as nicks of time appear–

a devil wind spilling it,

overzealous polishing,

a child’s ball.

That craft finds a way to love what comes, with joy or sorrow.

Never forced or contrived, it remains in a fluid state.

Never consumed, it is deprived of nothing, but rather increased, by its object.

It remains forever in the background, a penumbral glow to the dawn and dusk of experience.

This craft, of love, of urgency, is that of real desire.

Desire lives in the absence of its fulfillment and grows fuller.

Since what it seeks can never be won, desire moves restlessly about,

“a mighty hunter, and a master of device and artifice” (Plato, Symposium).

Most energetic in a still moment of existence, its ceaseless pursuit of that which lives beyond–Life–nourishes the world.

Its transit of the space of its longing opens a heart to what there is.

A faintest glimpse of its object intensifies yearning, loosening bonds of petty thoughts and vain appetites.

What is this craft, and how does a householder practice it?

He carefully wipes dust from the window each morning to let the sun in. Shining through, the sun illuminates the care with which the home is kept.

— David Appelbaum Everyday Spirits

Update on the Hedgehogs

Once upon a time there were two hedgehogs..

Mama Rosie

Doug the Dad

So let me RE introduce yall to the quints!

You may remember from a past posting or two or three... heh!

But here they are now and I’m finding them homes. Not without some sadness because I gotta tell yall: they are ADORABLE!! Goofy and young and rambunctious and fierce!

I just thought yall might want to see how those odd looking prickly balls filled out and grew up!!



Skies in my Eyes


December at Home

Windswept Skies

Windswept Skies

Radical climate changes and twilights

along with sunsets and moonrises are my kind of movies.

If I could TIVO the skies I would...


I get that. I really, really do.

I have friends and family who call me up to tell me when there’s a new “show” going on in the sky:

Over the Gulf

Over the Gulf

There are the coolest clouds” or “The sunset is amazing” or “Go outside quick! There’s a ring around the moon tonight” … always followed by “and I thought of you and just HAD to call you to tell you so you wouldn’t miss it.


I think that the fact that when people see something really amazing going on in the sky – in color or shapes or contrast – that they think of ME? It has to be the highest form of a compliment that anyone has ever been given. Ever. And I am honestly humbled that somebody who knows me connects the splendor of the skies in their minds enough that they want to share it with me. ME!

πŸ™‚Β  Peace,


Just Do It

Just DO it!

Just DO it!

You’ll seldom experience regret for anything that you’ve done.
It is what you haven’t done that will torment you.
The message, therefore, is clear.
Do it!
Develop an appreciation for the present moment.
Seize every second of your life and savor it. ~Dr. Wayne Dyer
I have spent the summer months taking this message, in its various forms, to heart.Β  I did NOT spend as much time in front of my computer as I have in the past, opting instead for having some “me and you time” with my family and friends. Mostly family.
Nothing elaborate, mind you. Silly things like hanging out in the kitchen while making something or watching TV while snuggling on the couch or visiting family in not too distant cities or goofy golf outings or running errands with my youngest (who never wanted to go before now! Go figure…).

In each activity I made a conscious choice to try and slow down – appreciate whatever opportunities were there to be had. Laughter… easy conversations… listening… learning more about these people who are traveling through this life with me.
And when I felt myself slipping into what is familiar to me – the half-listening, making lists in my head of what I “needed” to get done, and the myriad of other ways I slip out of the moment –Β  I sometimes would stop myself and say to myself,

“Hey! YOU! You may not get this opportunity again, silly woman!Β  Everything will get done that needs to, in its own timeline! But you are NOT guaranteed a ‘later’ with your family or friends.Β  Especially your children. Focus on now.”

Don’t get me wrong – we have days where we co-exist peacefully by minimally interacting! You stay in your rooms, I’ll stay out of them. The kids ARE teenagers, after all! LoL πŸ™‚Β  But when I’m approached and invited to be a part of their worlds, I’d like to know that I willingly (note: that does NOT mean impatiently or begrudgingly) stop what I’m doing and enjoy and engage in LIFE.Β  Because having one who has already grown up and is out on her own, I know that these moments are followed by time filled with friends and school, then off to college, with the perfunctory occasional “visits home”.

The days of invitation are swift and precious and become memories in the wake of our lives.
I think the memories of this past summer are some that I can reflect on without too much regret of missed things! I hope anyone reading this, by doing so, will seek the same.

Leaving you with an excerpt from some prose I penned and posted in the past – about time that was well spent on people passing through my life, missed in my world today:
The winds of time blow freely through the hole left in my life,

but the experience!

Would I be able to hear the song played out in the whistling through that gap
…without having had it all?”

Enjoy your day! Literally πŸ˜‰

Week Olds

The babies survived the first week! Life, it would seem, finds a way. I am in awe of Mama Rosie and how perfect each one is!Β  Here are a few pictures of them at one week πŸ™‚

Mama Hedgie with the Littlest

Mama Hedgie with the Littlest

1 week old

1 week old

All rolled up

All rolled up

1 week NEW

1 week NEW

Tiny little prickly one

Tiny little prickly one

Shhh….g’nite! πŸ˜‰




And Babies make... 7??!!

And Babies make... 7??!!

Remember Rosie and Doug?Β  Those RECENT additions to our household? Yeah.

They got busy!!! 5 of ’em, to be exact! This is their first (though I doubt LAST! lol) photo session πŸ™‚ They will grow into their colors, open their eyes, and get quills to replace the spikey hairs when they get a little bigger. Really, they will be just as gorgeous as their parents!

But this is what they look like (when mama was distracted with a few of her favorite treats!!) WE think they are adorable!! πŸ™‚

More soon…