Catching up

1984. What do recall about that year? I remember Mrs. Austin and Greek Mythology. Well today I had the privilege to reconnect with an old classmate I had not seen since then. And I got to do it in person! It was so great to see her and we both realized immediately that yes, we have changed. We grew up. After all these years how awesome it is to actually live 25 miles from one another! Kudos to Facebook for being the connecting factor.

I had the wonderful pleasure of meeting her gem of a daughter and sharing so much about our past and present. We each spoke of our childhoods and what we went through those many years ago, along with many other current topics. While sharing with each other I had emotions that began to come to surface that had been forgotten and memories of good and bad times. I clearly remembered feeling so alone at many times and thought I was the only with problems and insecurities. But today I realized that even those that I thought had it all together had issues. It helped put so many things in perspective for me. When you are growing up in this crazy world sometimes you can not see the forest for the trees and you get lost. As a child, your parents, and friends are there to help you, but sometimes as a child you do not know to ask.

We continued to talk and I allowed myself to soak it all in and looked at both of us and how our paths crossed for a time, then they separated to only cross again. I could not have planned this if I would have tried. I do believe God brings people into our lives for reasons we do not even know. So today, we are older with many contrasting stories, but there are still common bonds. The familiarity that we share of having the same home state of NC, our elementary school years and so many memories. They are each gifts and are very much treasured. I loved the fact that we easily fell into sharing, laughing and being open about ourselves. I was given a gift today and I love gifts. Especially ones of friendship.

I am blessed to have another seed planted in Spring's forever growing Wildflower Garden.

Today is about Shadows for Me

We aren't groundhogs but we saw our shadows!!

I love shadows and have since I was a kid. I use to make all kinds of shadows on the walls at night and let my imagination run. Many of you know my imagination still runs... runs wild. However, as I began my entry for today I just know that during those many years of education I probably studied the history of this day, but somehow after giving birth to my wonderful son, my memory is just not what it used to be (another blog entry for a future date). So how did this holiday come about I asked myself?

I went to Wikipedia and found the following:

Groundhog Day is an annual holiday celebrated on February 2nd in the United States and Canada on which if a groundhog emerges from its burrow and fails to see its shadow because the weather is cloudy, winter will soon end. If on the other hand, it is sunny and the groundhog sees its shadow, the groundhog will supposedly retreat into its burrow, and winter will continue for six more weeks. The holiday, which began as a Pennsylvania German custom in southeastern and central Pennsylvania in the 18th and 19th centuries, has its origins in ancient European weather lore, wherein a badger or sacred bear is the prognosticator as opposed to a groundhog. Modern customs of the holiday involve celebrations where early morning festivals are held to watch the groundhog emerging from its burrow. The Pennsylvania German dialect is the only language spoken at the event, and those who speak English pay a penalty, usually in the form of a nickel, dime or quarter, per word spoken, put into a bowl in the center of the table. The largest Groundhog Day celebration is held in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, where crowds as high as 40,000 have gathered to celebrate the holiday since at least 1886. Groundhog Day received worldwide attention as a result of the 1993 film of the same name, Groundhog Day, which was set in Punxsutawney and featured Punxsutawney Phil.'

What a fun holiday this is already and now I don't have to speak English for the whole day. I have made up my own version of what I think the Pennsylvania German dialect sounds like. What fun!! You should call me and hear it!! I am certain our groundhog in the front pasture saw his shadow this morning as did I and Caleb and the sheep. So bummer!!! More Winter. But for some of you, Spring is already here or in your hearts. I like to think I am in your hearts anyway. With today being a great day of shadows and furry creatures that are famous I am planning a super fun day for Caleb and after school.

Homework: First and foremost.
Game time: Catch me if you can (and sew me back on)
Snack: Groundhog crackers
Menu for dinner: Shadows and Dumplings and Dark Lurking Brownies for dessert
Nightly entertainment: Shadow Puppets and choice of Groundhog Day or Peter Pan.

Today as you are walking about and sharing your life with all, see the shadows around you that are light and bright and carry much meaning. The ones that are short and fast or lengthy and long, but really look for and see the shadows that are in the dark and hide those who want to be forgotten and should not be. A shadow can be a friend you never knew you had.

This week I would love for you to capture a shadow, whether by digital capture, film, paint, or drawing.... post it with your comment or send to my email. Let the light guide you.... and let us see what becomes.

Happy Shadowing

Antarctic Diorama : What Drama

What fun this day was. My fantastic son had a class project to do. A Diorama with his choice of habitat. Caleb chose an Arctic habitat. Today was the day I could help and dedicate my time to him and the project. What a job!!!!

It has turned out quite well, but not without lots of hairs out of my head and his. Just kidding. We used tissue paper of all kinds, some plastic animals and made some animals out of salt dough. We recycled packing material and were very creative in the design. I just hope that it does not look so much like his mom helped him. Before bed tonight he did look at it and finished the penguin and smiled. He likes it, but he still wants to make one out of a shoebox.

This weekend has also been full of homemade pizzas and great family movies that make you cry. Last night we watched "Where The Red Fern Grows" and tonight Caleb and I watched a fantastic movie titled "Duma". "Duma" definitely has adventure, imagination and peril, many of which makes you want to hide behind a blanket. I admit that one of us did and I wanted to also but hey! I am mom, hear me roar. The story draws you into the boy's life and the videography is astounding. Someday I will travel to Africa, but with a very long lens. The young boy reminded me of Caleb very much. And I loved learning about the Cheetah and their mannerisms. As for "Where The Red Fern Grows", this story is one of my favorites from childhood reading. Grab the tissues though. There are scenes in this movie that the lighting is breathtaking grabbing at my heart and making me want to be in the hills back home. Then listening to the baying of the hounds brings back memories of the nights I went coon hunting in the woods of North Carolina with my Blue Tick and the boys. The movie also shows perseverance and hard work, much of which is a lost art these days. Both of these movies are thought provoking and motivating for young boys. If you have not seen them maybe add them to your to do list, whether you be boy or girl.

Well, the day is almost complete, the snow is almost gone, the dishes are done and the animals fed. And now I must be off to bed.

Saturday Pastels

A fresh day!! I awoke this morning to the soft yet unwanted crow of the fall roosters stretching their voice cords. If only they knew it was Saturday and to take this morning off. I hugged my Bear, yes, you read right, Bear as in the Ted E. type, stretched my sleepy legs and wiggled my toes. A new day has been blessed to us all and work awaits. As I found my robe and walked through the dark room I gazed outside and let the soft pink and orange hues soften me even more. I took a moment to soak in the scene and thought briefly about breakfast. I love to write and blog but for whatever reason I keep thinking I have to put great pictures up with every entry. Then I realized this is my blog, I can do whatever I want. Why is it I keep thinking I have to do or be whom or whatever everyone wants me to be? My goal is to drop that thinking and just be me!!

So, with a new day wide open for adventure and discovery I am thankful. For those that are far away from their loved ones keeping the wolves at bay, I am thankful. For my precious Sadie that rarely leaves my side I am thankful. I am thankful and thoughtful this morning. I love my talent and gift and am excited about this year that I will use it to make so many others happy within.

I thought I had a little while but I hear the thumpity thump of my sweet boys feet and the entourage of dogs behind him. Breakfast is beckoning and so is coffee. And so are the sheep... do they ever stay satisfied and quiet.

Phoenix

Fast times with Gary Meek and CPP high....

Yes, Happy New Year and so much more

Looking at my unsettled future

Happy New Year!!!!

What does that mean to an eight year old boy? It means getting to stay up until after midnight and drink bubbly stuff that I don't really like, but I'm going to drink it anyway cause it is cool. (Sparkling Grape Juice) Some big ball drops and everyone seems so happy and "Look at all that litter!" and people are kissing!!! Yuck!!!" It means I have another day off of school. It means mom has to start her taxes again and papers everywhere. It means . . . . . . counting, counting, counting... 358 more days until Santa comes again. It means New Years Resolutions. Here are Caleb's for 2009...
1. Beat Lego Star Wars the complete saga.
2. Skip the third grade.

Isn't life more fun through the eyes of a child.

So today is Inauguration Day.
The 44th President. History has been made with every man before him being sworn in as an American President. Correct me if I am wrong but doesn't that mean that history is made every four years. I totally understand the significance, but that is what is so great about this great nation... he had the opportunity to do what he desired and the paths of his walk led him there. Each of us has the opportunity. Folks he is a man, just like all the others before him. What matters to me is his foundational beliefs, his love, hope and protection of what our country believes and his ability to fight for it and hold it steadfast and true. I am saddened about the way much of our country is putting so much expectation on one man. He is a man married to a woman. They have faults just like each of us, they are human. I see the Change bumper stickers. Folks, change begins with each and everyone of us. Where has that been forgotten? And now I feel that many of my countrymen are getting lost in the hype and forgetting the foundations. My prayer is that we as Americans rethink our so called progress, be thoughtful and see where it has brought us and how we can move ahead but get back the important things we have lost. With so much at our fingertips my deeply rooted belief is that we have lost more than we will ever know. When I turn the TV on, which is very little these days I cringe at what we as a society call entertainment. I cringe at those who do crime but never pay. I cringe at the realization that children are not taught right from wrong because there is always an exception to a rule. Wait a minute are there still rules? I cringe at how the media controls so much and yet no one seems to control them.

I am hopeful as I have always tried to be before and pray that Americans take this chance to better themselves and not wait or expect someone to do it for them. I do find it enlightening that during the election many got the impression that they would be taken care of once Obama was elected. How will he fulfill that? My guess is he will tell each and everyone of us that it is time for us to step up to the plate and be better people and make better choices. For that is what needs to happen. There will be many shocked faces I am guessing after it all sinks in, but I am hopeful in us. After all, we have the freedom of choice... or at least those that make it out of the womb do.