Monday, June 23, 2008

Solar and other alternatives to paying the middle man

The Sun is the topic of today's brief entry.

Carol even gave the sun credit for improving Mom's mood after surgery. I agree. A powerful healer.

How Warm it is and how Powerful.

How we miss it when the clouds keep it away like this week.

off and on with brilliant Sunshine which led to tall fluffy clouds and black bands of showers.

We we glad to hear from Mary Sue and a flash update. 27 trips around the Sun, our solar friend, and another pops up out of the blogosphere. Welcome, Mary Sue, back to know us, although we are not as young and no, things cannot be defined as the same as we remember them. Even photos have a different meaning over the years. An Enlightenment so to speak. Kind of bold but I believe true. Seeing the valley where we live in fresh LIGHT. Not better or worse or warmer or colder (although with menopause feeling a little warmer these days). Not greener but seeming so. So, Mary Sue, since I cannot write to you directly, take this as an invitation to see the valley in your new Light. And when you close your eyes you will see the cows in the valley and smell the warm Sun and hear the quiet and peace we still harbor here.

And in the theme of the SUN. here is a link to Frank's Bakery website, the solar powered one.

fathersunmotherearth.org

He also has a link to his bakery web site near 9N in Crown Point, NY. We spent Sunday am marveling at his solar bakery, his container grown food plants, and learning native americancustoms.

This all leads to the end where I go to sleep on this side of the planet and wake up in a different spin/direction so to speak. Hope your place in the universe is peaceful and lit by our father sun. mary

Sunday, June 15, 2008

A Tear and a Smile (or two)

A Tear and a Smile (or two)

This past few weeks brought Hunter to daylight and he is a healthy beautiful boy. Such a smile he has already.

It also took our dear friend Firmin and with it an eerie emptiness already as we planted the garden and hauled away the old International Truck without our familiar Sunday visitor. We shed tears with friends on Friday the 13th.

Then from the past a voice from MarySue my first roommate in VT commented on my blog. What a strange connection from years of spinning around and I now live accross the road from our old apartment which is now a horsebarn.

So I had wanted to say more but will leave it for now as a tear and a smile now two. I wish you peace and that you might make a connection every time you lose one.

Au Revoir Firmin