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Dollmaker, beader, obsessive reader. Cat wrangler. Maker of small magics. Old enough to know better, but apparently don't.
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When the trees reach a gauzy green before peak leafage, it begins to appear dangling down like a nest for some fantastic bird, ten to thirty feet above ground, color ranging from purple to a light lavender, unseen for a year. And if the color doesn't pinch attention, its fragrance... Continue reading
Posted Mar 30, 2018 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
Anita has shared their blog Take Joy!
Dec 17, 2016
Susan, I am so sorry. Remember how much she loved you; she would never have left if her body had been stronger. She stayed as long as she was able.
Toggle Commented Nov 8, 2016 on Sophie at Blackberry Creek Home Arts
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We (my parents, brother and I) had sort-of hoppin' john (black eyed peas, rice, onions, celery, tomatoes), collards and zucchini relish, cornbread, and boughten cupcakes. My brother and I spent the afternoon at Goodwill and Barnes & Noble, expending our gift cards.
Toggle Commented Jan 2, 2016 on Good Luck Dinner at Blackberry Creek Home Arts
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Condolences . . . it's never easy to lose a family member.
Toggle Commented Aug 13, 2015 on Sad Day at Blackberry Creek Home Arts
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Me neither. TKAMB is part of my growing up. Plenty of the world I knew and loved is gone, but I'm keeping this. Pooh to the new book.
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your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take... Continue reading
Posted Jul 22, 2015 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
Lord, the air smells good today, straight from the mysteries within the inner courts of God. A grace like new clothes thrown across the garden, free medecine for everybody. The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise, the first blue violets kneeling. Whatever came from Being is caught up... Continue reading
Posted Jun 27, 2015 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
Occupy your seat! Do not sit there in complacence, hoping for the world to recognize what you fail to assert! You do not live for the sake of mere existence! Occupy your place in this world! Or the bounds of your territory will wither away until there is naught left... Continue reading
Posted Mar 11, 2015 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to... Continue reading
Posted Mar 9, 2015 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it. Let me not look for allies in life’s battlefield but to my own strength. Let me not... Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
This is Faus—or, rather, this was Faus (in December, I think). He is otherwise known as He of the Gold-Plated Intestines . . . he belongs, nominally, to Karolyn, but he knows very well who dishes out the catfood, and... Continue reading
Posted Jul 18, 2013 at Take Joy!
and try not to look too hard at the giant weeds everywhere. ::sigh:: I spent two hours weeding this morning, and did a patch about twelve by six (and didn't do it very well, either, but at least I can... Continue reading
Posted Jul 17, 2013 at Take Joy!
Beebalm, in front of the [vastly overgrown] apple mint. (And, yes, I know it's still Sunday, but I'm going to bed with a book or three in a few minutes, and I'm not planning to get up early if I... Continue reading
Posted Jul 14, 2013 at Take Joy!
. . . for the first day since Monday? Sunday? I forget. At any rate, the only word to describe the state of things is "sodden." The rain gauge topped out at 8 inches yesterday (since Monday), so I emptied;... Continue reading
Posted Jul 5, 2013 at Take Joy!
He that would make his own liberty secure, must guard even his enemy from oppression. ~Thomas Paine (In other words, you may not like the rest of humanity—and, I admit, I frequently don't—but you better make damn sure they aren't... Continue reading
Posted Jul 4, 2013 at Take Joy!
Relatively, anyway. I still need to take an old broom down there and sweep out the cobwebs, but the hard part is done. (And I will pay for it tomorrow, I can tell already.) That is all. Continue reading
Posted Jun 29, 2013 at Take Joy!
I spent the afternoon in the Midsummer sun, picking black raspberries for jam and plantain leaves for infused oil and feeling thankful for all the earth's good gifts to us. (I surprised the catbird among the brambles, and he was... Continue reading
Posted Jun 21, 2013 at Take Joy!
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots... Continue reading
Posted May 27, 2013 at Take Joy!
Found on (where else?) the internet, so I have no idea of its original attribution. . . however, I saw it here first. Continue reading
Posted May 18, 2013 at Take Joy!
"Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where... Continue reading
Posted Apr 29, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
All that you held most dear you will put by and leave behind you: and this is the arrow the longbow of your exile first lets fly. You will come to know how bitter as salt and stone is the bread of others, how hard the way that goes up... Continue reading
Posted Apr 19, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his... Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
ištvermė from Gangleri's Grove - Blog It's a hard people that birthed me hard and unyielding like weathered stone hungry flame, the bones of the dead, hard like the yoke of occupation and the necessary brutality of resistance. It's hard soil that holds them, concealing bones of an ancient nation,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
The power elite, especially the liberal elite, has always been willing to sacrifice integrity and truth for power, personal advancement, foundation grants, awards, tenured professorships, columns, book contracts, television appearances, generous lecture fees and social status. They know what they need to say. They know which ideology they have to... Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2013 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book