Between feathered clouds, a deep blue sky is framing a full golden moon tonight. I'm soaking up the moonglow and playing Van Morrison's "Moondance" in my mind.

Lately the writing wants to take me into prayer poems and although Antoinette recently gave this one a high five, she did make me consider not writing them publically. It does impose my spiritual beliefs on the reader.

ID: 990234   (Rated: GC) I Beseech  Pleading for Believers - Verse I by Celestial

ID: 992636   (Rated: 13+) Please  "Open your body to me;I will give you my heart" R&R and I'll return the favor by ~*Antoinette*~

ID: 894017   (Rated: E) Clavitus' Dream  First written Good Friday 1971. Revised Oct.2004. Re:events at Golgotha on that day. by Gen

ID: 733430   (Rated: 13+) The Top Ten List  Based on David Letterman's nightly Top Ten List..You make the list! by Scott Joseph

ID: 283804   (Rated: 13+) Poetic Insanity  Complete the previous line and enter part of a new line of poetry... by Writer of the Winds

ID: 918088 Invalid Item  This item number is not valid. by Not Available.

 

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Today's Reading promises change:


LEO:

Your current situation has grown larger than life and it may feel like you are in over your head. This isn't as bad as it sounds, for a crisis now will awaken you from your slumber. It's time for you to roar like the lion you are. Watch out, world!

GENERAL DAILY OVERVIEW:

Saturn has been slowly winding his way through emotionally protective Cancer since May 2003, requiring us to give serious thought to home, family and security issues in general. Today, Saturn begins his 2-year visit to showy Leo, where he will expect us to be more focused about how we display our individuality in love and at play. Additionally, we will be more obsessive about our desires now as lovely Venus forms a cooperative trine with powerful Pluto. Allowing deeply buried feelings to finally express can produce meaningful encounters.

All I'm saying is.....welcome home Saturn, what took you so long?

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RubyRed


 

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....are just not what they used to be.
 

Okay, we scathed through Cindy, brushed up against Dennis and only lost a few tree limbs and an awning. Not too bad, considering. Just as I am about to take a breath and enjoy something of a day off, my twelve year old receiver decided to break. Darn, need my music!

Suddenly, it becomes apparent that Emily might strike Cancun this Sunday. Guess what? My son and my dad are scheduled to fly out of Cancun to return home on Sunday morning! Yikes! I went to check on the flight, and Transmeridian doesn't even have their flight number in the system. Called the travel agent, and they are "looking into the situation". I wonder if they have good high schools in Mexico. School starts here on August 4th.

Yesterday, I had to pay someone $128 to re-pressurize my well pump, which is a relic and needs TLC to keep running properly. It seems Dad's attempt at tapping into the greenhouse water line, because he wanted outside tomatoe plants as well as my greenhouse variety, failed miserably and has been pumping water from the deep water well at the rate of about a gallon every five minutes for the past 4-5 days. The entire greenhouse is now underwater and it's raining bullets at the moment. Gee, wonder what that'll do to the water table 500 feet down. Last week, mom and dad's fairly new central air conditoner stopped working and the week before that, their plumbing backed up due to stuff (mostly grease) in their kitchen drain. Damn, I must have given them grief as a child. Guess this is the payback.


 

Living approximately twelve miles from the Mississippi Gulf Coast was a conscious choice of mine six years ago. This town and country community, established well before the excitement on the coast was born, allowed me to embrace the peaceful quite found on my three acres of heaven and still kick up my heels if I wanted to. Being a true southerner, anything north of Atlanta would qualify as foreign territory.

I’ve seen some of the wonders of the north, and in fact spent two memorable Christmases where snowflakes the size of quarters blanketed the top of our mountaintop retreat. It’s quite a feeling to wake up to the majesty of towering treetops and mountain cliffs blanketed with the purest color of nature to praise His Holy Birth. But I couldn’t deal with the white stuff as part of daily life. I’m a Sun Goddess, and I’d probably sink into some kind of depression if the big light was turned off for more than a day or two.

So, with Dennis only a few hours away from landfall, I can’t help but feel compassion for many of my southern neighbors to the east who are about to be attacked by an undefeatable foe. The trauma of having to walk away from your home, not knowing if it will still be there when you return is something you never recover from. I’ve personally witnessed three major hurricanes that affected me and my family in terms of damage and inconvenience. And still, the memories are vivid, always relived at times like this. Many others weren’t nearly so lucky through those events. It appears the Mississippi coast will escape the menace of Dennis this afternoon, so I pray for those not spared from pain and loss of this day.

And yet again, reasons to justify why not getting too attached to the material aspects of life is true wisdom.





 

Her name is Cindy and she's coming my way tonight. Luckily, not much strength to her wind, but the tornadoes and flooding rains could be an issue for someone. Let's hope not. But then, there's Dennis coming up Cindy's rear to finish what she started. Hurricane Ally indeed!

Ouchh! Ankle issues today! It was nice to see some old clients today at work. I'm getting sucked back into the system and I'm not even holding on to the drain. Ouchh!
 

Speaking of being independent...I'm reminded of a sweet little lady that has a chunk of my heart.

Really starting to miss my gal, here. It's been too many months since I've laid eyes on Zoe. I'm sharing this image of her. She's changed quite a bit since this picture, with light sable ringlets falling from her tiny head. Anyway, if you dare scroll through my poetry tribute written for Zoe when she was born, you might actually find a picture of me holding the princessa.

Whew!!! Got through two days of work and I'm still standing (well kinda). Worked with Irene for the first time today. I think we'll do fine on the same team. The ole ankle didn't disappoint too badly. A little ice pack and numbs the word.

trey5winds is dealing with his transitions this weekend too. He had an extra round trip to Atlanta today, which was one trip too many. I hope he will forgive my spontaneous foolishness while he was on the road tonight. I just couldn't resist when he subconsiously took a turn due south in my direction at the halfway point between our two homes. He didn't appreciate the humor in my suggestion that his van knew the right way to go. One day, he'll be able to laugh at this. I'm very proud of his commitment to his goals and his family. I know ultimately he will be okay. We were both blown away with the magnitude of the LIVE 8 Concert. Pink Floyd actually performed in London for the event, along with scores of other music legends.

Oh yeah, the Saturday Night Fever thing means I've got a little something rattling in my head tonight, requesting a little fingertip time on the keyboard. More on this remarkable event later.


 

Just dropped Dad and Matt off for the shuttle which will deliver them to the airport, which will deliver them to Mexico. For me, it means seventeen days of less responsibilty. Woohoo!

The clock is ticking down the next 24 hours until my return to work. Still can't get used to the idea of someone else being the boss of me, not after being self-employed for twenty years. The damn ankle won't cooperate with my gameplan...ouch!!! Saturdays are the hardest. And the holdays. Working on New Years Day and Labor Day are really hard to justify. I campaigned hard in January for us all to get off for the 4th of July. Now it will pay off. It's been almost 3 months since the accident, since I lost something I can't replace. Okay, no more ranting.

I took a quick inventory of the place. The greenhouse has ants and weeds, but also has tomatoes, peppers and grapes that need tending to. Two of the thirteen pecan trees lost large limbs last night, and my white Crepe Myrtle by my bedroom window lost a branch, weighed heavy from it's blossoms and the rain it absorbed. Just when all the men exit. Hmm, wonder how I am with power tools?

I'm having a moment...and it's going to last all day long!


 

Woke up this morning feeling like a cloud was hoovering over me. Moments later, the rains came. Rained all morning long. How fitting for this last day....a last day for so many people I know, including me. But last days of one thing, mean first days of the next thing. Finding the single coin at the bottom of the empty purse suggests the potential is there to discover more. For each of us, the coins represent different things.

I learned alot from this time and that is that I have sooo much more to learn.

I did a reading today. Seemed appropriate with so much transition in progress. Here's the hightlights:

(2)Challenges/ Opportunities: Page of Coins

Main (positional) meaning | General | Position


The Page of Coins (in some decks, a Princess) in this position asks you to become as transparent as possible within the current situation. Make yourself invisible so the patterns of powerful forces which are shaping events will reveal themselves to you. For the time being, resist the urge to do anything other than observe and take notes.

Be open and awake and listen to your body -- it is telling you something interesting is going on. Some kind of transformation is in the works. When it comes to a close you will be able to help those who remain to regroup and regain their place in the new order of things. The skill that makes it possible for you to mutate through such changes and come through intact will be something you can teach others in due time.



The Emperor: POSITIONAL (MAIN) MEANING

Draw upon the capable inner resources you possess to get the task completed.

The card in the Advice position suggests a course of action which will harmonize what you want with what is currently possible.

When the Emperor is in this position, get in touch with your inner sovereignty and natural self-possession. Realize that somewhere deep inside you is the memory of royalty. Reach within to find that strain of natural nobility and leadership. These innate qualities will help you manage your current situation.

The Emperor suggests that you have the necessary abilities to be the final authority. This situation is an opportunity to showcase your competence and skill. Act with the confidence of someone who knows how to take care of business.

MEANING of POSITION
The card in the Advice position suggests a course of action which will harmonize what you want with what is currently possible.

The Advice position may present a new option or direction, based on a different perspective on what could be helpful to you at this time. There may be a resource you have not accessed or a new point of view that opens your eyes to a solution or remedy you hadn't considered before. Or this card may simply reaffirm something you are already doing or planning on doing. It could even reframe the "problem" in a different manner altogether!

There may be one particular aspect of your life that needs attention. This could be an attitude, an unconscious habit, or some element of the environment that is impacting the way you take care of your relationships.

© Tarot.com




Oh this is so revealing for me right now! More thoughts later.





 

We celebrated my son's fifteenth birthday today. As if on cue with some kind of biological trigger, he had a young lady over. It was his first such visitor...ever! She was shy, pretty and somewhat taken with my son. Don't quite know what to make of this.

IJ is creating a wave of unexpected events for gen and myself. It seems some of the characters have decided to take a more agressive stance with the plot. There is a bit of unexplained phenomenia occuring as a sidebar to this rewrite, but we're not giving up on it.


My thoughts are with trey5winds who is going through a major life transition this week.

And the clock ticks away with five days left to prepare for my re-entry into the workplace. I feel like I'm getting ready to serve a prison sentence or at the very least am being sent to detention for being a bad student. And of course, the old ankle has decided to swell up on a daily basis due to the absence of the cast to absorb the pressure of walking on it. The bed coverings and I have a wrestling match every night. I think the sheets are winning.

The summer has been kind to me. I've meditated in the bliss of tranquil early light and watched the sun melt into the atmosphere at day's end. I witnessed an explosion of fragrances and colors that inspire my soul. I've talked to God through the starlite and He's winked back at me.

The ankle is mending really well now - only a few days left before returning to work. Physical Therapy is my friend through all of this, particuarly the efforts of two attentive PT's named Mike and Scott. They've even convinced me that I can ride the garden tractor again. I'm actually looking forward to it.

I've re-opened an old story called Invisible Justice with the support and input of gen whom I must publicly thank.

This one may make it to the query letter catagory, so it won't be posted here. It's got a compelling plot worthy of some time and effort. It's good to be back in the writing chair again. Terra Nova has also been getting some of my attention, and never far from my thoughts.

Today was hot and the official first day of summer. Trey's getting ready for his big move as I prepare to return to work. Seems June will bring lots of closure.










 

This thing I must write tonight
It is the truest thought I know
Forever and beyond starlight
Before the first tree did grow

Souls once dwelt in His keeping place
Fluid flight on gossamer wings
Spirits restless in ethereal space
Transformed into human beings

His essence existed inside each soul
To guide His children carefully
To help perceive the infinite whole
To accept His love unconditionally


When I consider who I am
And the place from which I came
Have I really gotten that far
From the beginning to where I am

The truth dwells inside each soul
It pleads its case each day
To be heard and listened to
With an invitation to stay

It’s no less than we should do
In keeping with the plan
To extend His blessings to
Every woman and every man

Take the part of you that is He
And make it grow inside
Surely this will help you see
What is truly in your mind’s eye

 

June 1, 2005


Today is the day of stopping ripples. ..or at least beginning the process. Healing of the ankle progresses much better now that I’ve been going to physical therapy three times a week. No more crutches. Just the silly foot and leg cast that resembles a crude Darth Vader appendage velcroed across my left shin.

Taking a look at my financial situation is indeed scary. I’ve never been in this much debt all by myself before. Can’t figure out how the financial community decided I was worth so much money. Don called again looking for a return date. After looking at the bills, I know I should have been working weeks ago. As it stands, June 13 is my Dr.’s appointment and what he says goes. Personally, I’m hoping for reduced hours until July 1st , at which time I will begin my full-time status. The significance of that date is also a bit of a milestone for many people I am close to.

It’s Matt’s 15th birthday. He’ll be in Mexico with his grandfather on that day and that is a blessing, because it removes him for immediate harm’s way and certain yet-undetermined influences.

It’s the day that Trey reconnects with his roots and officially begins another phase in his life. He’ll give up a few things in the process, but he stands to gain a whole lot more. My deepest wish is for him to be happy through transition and find what he is looking for.

So with thirty days staring me in the face as the date when I must fully engage my life again, I have much to accomplish. Considering how many different directions my ripple could flow, I find the biggest feat now is to stop the movement altogether just so I can catch up.

RubyRed

Write from your heart.....but first, listen to your soul

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Today is different than yesterday. I knew it at 3:00 am this morning and I feel it more with each waking hour. This may sound slightly weird, but there is an undercurrent in the atmosphere and it is clearing my head.

Lately, doctors and lawyers have had their way with my mind and body and I'm finally able to sort through the confusion of being sooooo off balance and out of control.

I'm reclaiming my status inside my head and it feels good to be home again. I'm not going to waste another minute of this blessing in disguise called disability. If the healing goes as expected, I've got about three to four weeks left to my sabatical. My Master and I had a long talk this morning. I think we came to an understanding.

Okay, the dust is starting to settle around here- literally!

It's slowed the inertia of life in my corner of the world long enough for me to SEE more of what's really going on. I'm being forced to do everything slower for the first time in my life. Is this what growing old will be like? I'm keeping the same pace as my parents (actually, slower than them) and that's affecting my psyche.

I've been given this wonderful gift: An opportunity to watch Spring mesh into Summer. So far, the wysteria, lillies, daffadils, roses, honeysuckle, azalea, iris, begonia and at least a dozen other varieties have tickled my senses with perfection. The greenhouse promises to fill our table with vegitation and the white gardenia bushes are ready to explode with their wonderful intoxication.

Inspiration is my muse and she is singing a sweet song tonight!

RubyRed

Write from your heart.....but first, listen to your soul

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Here I sit on a glorious Friday morning, contemplative of what promises to be an almost perfect weekend. I'm home today and Trey is driving 7 hours after work today for a visit. If I could stop right there, I'd be a happy woman. Here's the rest of the story...

My niece has also been a guest this week, along with here twin baby girls and their 2-1/2 year old sister and their grandmother, otherwise known as my sister, Nita. It seems the father of these 3 angels is prone to anger issues among other things.

My new brace is painful! If there was ever a reason to consider the pain pills, this brace would do it. Gen gives me reasons to consider not taking them.

So, the Lord giveth and the Lord reclaimeth. I am just starting to understand the wisdom behind all of these life-shifting events. He always did know what was best for me, even when I didn't.

This past Sunday started out good enough. Taxes done and filed with days to spare! E Filing is the only way to go. Time to spend in the garden before the family converges on one of the local eateries that happens to be on a Casino property here on the Gulf Coast. Those places do have some of the best values in meals. Originally, the celebration was to take place at my sister's condo, but being her birthday, she exercised her perogative to change the location at the last minute, so we obliged her wishes.

Fast forward a few hours and I'm taking my first ride in an ambulance, headed for a date with an orthopedic surgeon whose going to insert screws and plates into my broken ankle. I'm advised by the medic that it's a level 3 break. That's as bad as it gets in the ankle region. One look at the mangled and contorted foot is enough to put me into shock. My whole family witnessed the fall which was the result of crowd control ropes being draped at ankle height. I had the misfortune to fall across one of these velvet lined serpents and as a result my life will never be the same.

Now I'm told I'll have to hire a high-profile attorney and fight for any recourse. This will include 8 weeks of lost wages, medical expenses, pain and suffering, not to mention the loss of quality of life for my parents and my son who depend on me to hold our lives together on a high-maintenance piece of property. Now, I'm totally dependant on them for everything, including my first cup of coffe in the morning. This is far from over.
 

Tonight I learned about a piece of Trey's past that he'd rather keep buried. Because of my urgings, he went on to explain some rather painful events that had far reaching effects on several people including him. He's in a much better place now, but still struggles with issues that can be traced back to that rather dark time in his life.

The most I can do is offer reassurances, but we both know the future has its own uncertainties. He may never admit it, but I think talking this out might actually have had a cleansing effect. Not the Chlorox Bleach kind, but possibly the Dove Soap variety. And although he's washed his hands of the key players in this story, I do feel his forthcoming move back to Memphis could create some fresh ripples in a sleeping pond. I still have questions, but will let still waters be for now.

Tomorrow, I shall tackle the tax thing and wrestle it to the ground, so I can get back to the important stuff, which includes an appointment with the sunset.
 

Today is supposed to be a day for fools. May the fool in all us come out sometimes. The night was streaked with lightening, hard rains and thunder and left much of area roads underwater. Luckily, I didn't have work today, so I observed a manditory house arrest-how fortunate for me.

I got to pull weeds from my garden at a rare time when the ground responded like softened butter and loosed her grip on the intruders. I worked in my greenhouse to the sounds of Tori Amos' "The Beekeeper" and felt as if the words were written for me. I should have done taxes, but couldn't bring myself to give this glorious day up to Uncle Sam. He already gets so much.

I said goodbye to my sister, who's been my houseguest for about ninety days. She'll be back again soon, but only to pass through. I reached a truce with someone I found to be a worthy word advisary. Perhaps we'll do the word dance again one day.

And now, I'm watching the sunset melt away, slowly into the night. Each day that I miss the sunset demise, my heart sinks instead. Any day that I actually get to witness one, is a day I can count as being fully lived. Nothing foolish about that!