Getting My Space in Order

Butterfield 8 Board

Just got home from an extended and enjoyable visit with friends.  Can I  tell you how great to be back home on the Cape with my family?

This afternoon I decided to reorganize my desk, and redo the bulletin board behind it.

The last one (pictured above) featured a set of cards I picked up in a Georgetown bookshop. Most of them were covers from mysteries and pulp fiction of the 50’s. My favorite is the one in the upper right corner: John Hara’s Butterfield 8. Have you seen the movie starring Liz Taylor? One of my favorites.

board in progress

This is what I have up so far.  I’m thinking favorite quotes for the bubbles, a tiny photo for each month, and some personally composed haiku/poetry on bits of brightly colored cardstock pinned here and there.

Four things are always on every board: the F for Frances, the peacock for darshan, the palm for luck, and the white key for my daughter Josie.

I guess I’ll get back to it.

Hope you are all having a wonderful day/life.





Apricots Forgotten

I began this blog in April with Apricots.

A poem I wrote myself.

Today I wondered just how many blog posts I had written since Day One54.

There was time when 54 posts in a month meant it had been a light month.

Then again I’ve been visiting friend for the last few weeks, so there have been some distractions – most quite pleasant 🙂

My concern today is that I forgot I wrote a poem called Apricots. It’s about someone leaving someone. More than a bit sad. And it has apricots in it – as you know.

Should I be worried? Is some form of early dementia setting in?

Have any of you forgotten a poem? or short story? I hope no one has forgotten a whole book.

I’m going to re-read the other 53 entries.

Who knows what else I forgot.

Til next time.



Feeling the “Push”

You know that feeling you get when it’s time to move on to the next thing?

Everything was just fine – then suddenly everything is so not – in a big way.

For a little while you try and fight it.

Then suddenly you come upon a book, an article, even overhear a conversation – and bang you know what’s up.

It’s said that our lives change completely every seven years.

I’m 56.

This excerpt is from an article: The Stages of Life According to Rudolph Steiner
The final seven-year period is associated with Saturn (56-63 years old) when Saturn completes its second “return” (e.g. comes back to its position it had at one’s birth), and the soul can manifest an event higher element of Self called Spirit Man.

The Universe is simply at work here folks. Sometimes a comfort zone has to become quite uncomfortable before we are compelled to move along our path.

Today I fully accepted the situation which considerably lessened the discomfort.

Foot forward.