Solipsism

I'm beginning to suspect that this blog has become solipsistic, since there is little evidence of subject matter other than the self. Perhaps a blog by nature veers toward navel gazing. However, I would suggest that to understand the outer world, objective world, one does need to examine oneself. I guess my self still holds nooks and crannies of befuddlement. Admittedly, I have proven to be ignorant and naive when it comes to comprehending the world, mine or yours! Yet, my world is so amazing and Thanksgiving was magnificent! Alma's winter squash pie was delicious as True demonstrates. The fresh organic turkey from Weathertop farm in Floyd was absolutely delicious. I wish that the world were as blessed.

 

Three Evenings

Traveling with Diane to Anna's Breathing Space three evenings in a row this past week was a journey, at least partially, not of this world. Diane is always inspiration to the metaphysical and I am a willing follower. We both giggled over the Rosicrucian man who was offering us this wisdom teaching; Charles was in sorry shape the first night after spending the night at a Starbucks and failing to remove his contacts - a "needy man" - beware.
But as the evening progressed, with three other woman, I opened to the teachings; as they struck an inner cord. That the density of human incarnation on Earth will reach a peak on 12/21/12; that we are indeed at a most dangerous time in the history of the Earth. We have the weapons to annihilate all life. Something similar to what happened on Mars (and i thought of my bumper sticker I wanted to create: DON'T MARS THE EARTH). Charles says that Lucifer ruled on Mars - I am curious to know more.
So many thoughts have been stirred up by these classes. At least one nagging worry has been elucidated. It seems that if one dies prematurely, their astral body lingers on Earth until the time its "battery runs out." Hence, Mimi's body I saw akimbo on top of her coffin and her ghost remaining at the Sixth Street house in New Orleans (with whom a friend communicated). She will probably die about the same time I do (matching charts 3 minutes different), as I have felt might be the case. Now I realize that my dad's body may have been hanging about New Orleans; no wonder the thought I'd stumbled upon that the ghosts of suicides pull on the hearts of loved ones to join them.
Lots to contemplate!

planted tulips!

Up into the 60's today and I spread another bale of peat moss on each of my raised beds and then planted 12 tulip bulbs in each! I figure it will take the moles a long time to dig under the frames of the beds and for the voles to follow. I'm hoping for never; but I know that is like hoping for no morning glories in the new beds. Usually if I plant tulips, they are eaten before they bloom - even if I wait until January to plant the bulbs! I'm fortunate to get one or two flowers.
The raised beds look so fine, I look forward to early lettuce and greens, to not having to wait for tilling before planting, to onions and peas! I will take pictures tomorrow.
Early morning picture of the beds with Mahoney and his chicks happy in the like spring December morning. Granddaughter went with me to Qigong this morning and spun around in the circle of us until I too was dizzy. After class we went to Krogers and scored a red helium balloon. We found apple cinnamon tea and pomegranates.
Mr Lee and I just returned from a walk about Red Bud with some lines:
Given the choice of road or grass, I'll stick with the deer path.
what a gift of a day with a surprise when we reached the saddle: stone stacks in the field by a small oasis of trees. Similar, I think, to seeing horses in a field; these stacks of stones fasten my eye to a repose. While horses lend a grace, they add potential motion; stone cairns make me pause and send me deep. Just want to sit with the day, with the sky, with the field. Mr. Lee sits too. He pants, I breathe.

Frosty mornings

The deck is so frosty in the mornings that i can skate or slip on my way to open the chickens. I've covered three small areas in the garden with plastic to fashion mini green houses in hopes of prolonging the life of arugula, chard and collards. The ends need tending to today as I've not gotten them snug enuf; if the sun stays with us, I will open these small tunnels so they don't overheat. I need to gather some pine needles or other mulch to put on the sides - probably by December. Day light savings ended and the morning is lighter and easier on the rising - but i know that i will be sad this early darkening evening as I drive into the burg for our fund raiser for Planned Parenthood.
The first light over the east ridge on the shards of frost set the hollar adazzle. I think it lightens my mind; how can i tell you? Too intent this hour on paying attention to "On Being." Later!
Of course, we are part of but one of multitudes of universes - the avenues between: black holes, i hazard.