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ninth blackbird

 

When the blackbird flew out of sight, 

It marked the edge

Of one of many circles.

 

-- Stanza IX

"Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"

Wallace Stevens

 

 

Never at Home

You know you are traveling too much

when you arrive home from a week away,

and discover that a spider has woven a web

in an upper corner of your bathroom doorway.

You have to duck around it to use the bathroom.

Suitcase Sweet Suitcase

When Flannista walked into the studio on Monday, Mike looked up and said, "Weren't you wearing those same clothes two days ago?"

Sigh.  I had indeed been wearing the same clothes two days earlier.

When I got home on Saturday morning, I dumped the clothes out of my suitcase, stuck them in a plastic garbage bag and took them over to Matissta's house.  Because of the cold temperatures, I've had to disconnect the hot and cold water hoses from the back of my washer and can't use it. At Matissta's, I washed and dried my clothes, folded them and stuck them back into my suitcase when I got home.  

I'll do the same thing this weekend.

So take a good look, folks, at what has been Flann's home for the last six weeks . . . with two more weeks to go.  It ain't pretty, but by gawd, my underwear is clean.

 

 

Road to Heaven

 

The illustration for this week in the diary/calendar

annually gifted to me by Charlissta.

Note her small editorial comment.

 

Farewell, Me Boots

When Flannista traveled to The Land about two weeks ago, she took the "boots" she first walked in with her dear friend, Gwendolyn . . . the boots that Gwendolyn always told her to trust. 

A blister on Flann's left heel from hiking and working on The Land reinforced by a lovely card from PEACEsista (see images below) -- told Flann that it was finally time let go of "ye boots" . . . but not without saving the shoelaces, which PEACEsista included in her card.  Flann had purchased the shoelaces the only time she ever entered a Wal-Mart . . . the last time she saw Gwendolyn in April 2011. Flann had left the boots with PEACEsista, who thought they still had some miles on them. The boots, alas, were too worn out to be donated.  PEACEsista had no choice but to toss them into the trash.

The top image is of me boots on the hearth in PEACE's house, next to the hand of Buddha and a warm candle . . . a sweet way of saying farewell to a pair of boots that always heeded Gwendolyn's call to trust them. Flann will miss them. Not, of course, as much as she misses Gwendolyn.

Farewell me boots.

 

When It's Over

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

 

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.

 

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

-- from "When Death Comes" by Mary Oliver

Vedauwoo

Yesterday, PEACEsista and Flannista hiked the Turtle Rock Trail at Vedauwoo, "an area of rocky outcrops" near Cheyenne. As PEACE wrote in a comment on yesterday's post:

It was such a beautiful walk, at the peak of fall color in the mountains. Here in the west that means YELLOW, but the quaking aspens were stunning and shimmered brilliantly beside the dark green pines. The biggest surprise came at the end of the hike . . .

The photos in this post are of the surprise -- a mother moose and her calf. Flann took these photos from PEACE's car.  The animals watched us as much as we were watching them, long enough for the calf to decide to set for a spell.

 

Goddess Mesa

Saturday morning, September 22, 2012, 7:15 a.m. MT

 

Photo taken on The Land.

 

Goddess Mesa is on the far right.

 

Can you see her?

Open Sky

 

Today PEACEsista and Flannista will be traveling

to Gwendolyn's beloved Land. 

We will have limited access to emails, the internet

and NO ACCESS to political commercials!

Please step up to the open sky and share what you like.

 

Let's Dance

It's a special day in the sassophere!

Heck, it's a special day in the world!

It's the 35th wedding anniversary of PEACEsista and nowayasista AND

the first wedding anniversary of their son, Peter, and his sweet beloved.

Two great reasons to dance all over the world!