A Chill in This Here Air!!

   This may be the first day of spring, however, as my three layers of clothes, are telling me different.  

   I had my plant landscape design on paper, and list of needed plants to buy, until I opened the door. I cannot work in the dirt, so I will blog my frustrations. Not so true, but I have a few minutes to tell you about some reading I have been feasting on.

Here is my list on the Kindle

The Four Winds by Kristin Hannah

The Sweet Taste of Muscadines by Pamela Terry

Klara and The Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro

Between Two Kingdoms by Suleika Jaquad

Caste , The Origins of Our Discontents by Isabel Wilkerson

These are my March Reads. ( Are we in March) ( Two of these may have been started in February, not that it is a big deal)

There are two hardcovers that I read down in the art studio, ( too cold to paint) I am not going downstairs to look at the covers for titles, One was good, but I think I have read it before, about a Widow, and the other one, just looks good sitting on the table!!!!

This at least gives you some choices, to reach for, if you like.

Very different reads.

The Four Winds is during the depression and a dust storm, I had to put it down several times, because I felt dirty and could not breathe. Here are some lines.

The sky is so gray it could smother a soul. ( now you see what I feel!!) ( Dust bowl)

We draw our strength from the very despair in which we have been forced to live.(???) ( Some people fill stuck or forced to live a certain way, or in a desperate climate, time period?) ( I say, keep moving, adapt or change!) ( these people were poor and poor!) ( maybe you just stay?)

To damage the earth is to damage your children. ( I believe that, deep in my bones. Take care of the earth and its people. Animals, trees, oceans!! Air, ramble on....thought)

Between Two Kingdoms is about cancer, not a book I would look for, it found me. I love to read about how the human spirit survives in Dust or Damn Disease. All forms of grief and loss, I read, to try and understand, how I have survived the loss of my child. I think reading these books, make you have empathy and learn how to be stronger yourself, in everyday life.

Here are some lines.

To lose a child is devastating, unimaginable, impossible tragedy to live through. ( Fact)

We tell ourselves stories to live. ( telling stories, is survival and life lived to its fullest)

( All words in parenthesis are mine, if you get confused)

Write, we are all terminal. ( Very powerful)

My fear was alive, I could smell its wet fur in the room and feel the chuffing of its breath on my skin.( this was the way the cancer patient described her pain in the hospital. I feel it!!)

We are born needing care and we die needing care.

Dreaming in watercolor. ( that sounds fantastic )

The only way to endure suffering is to transform it into art. ( YES)

To witness a childs death is a hell too heavy for the fabric of language. ( Lord, that is beautiful)

It is the certainty of NEVER that hurts the most. ( I will end on that, it was the never on earth they were writing about. Some of us believe we will see our loved ones, at another time. I do believe the journey is forever.)

Well enough now, I just told you about a couple of good ones. The others I have listed are sharp in all kinds of ways, also. Have fun, read a book, write your on narrative, Love each other.

AND when its cold out, write.

Peace 

B 

 

    

  

Season Tickets

  I have decided that I am going to buy season tickets to all venues. Concerts, plays, sporting events, Carnivals and Zoos, all lifetime memberships renewed and added on!! I care not, who is playing what where, I am going. Ballets, geez, everything bag pipers blow, count me there. My insides and brain, are starving for what feeds my soul. I may go to all churches and pray without ceasing, I need the church pews and the word. I think I will continue to wear a mask for ever, I feel like this winter no one even had colds, that speaks volumes. We are all shot up with the vaccine, and hope it works some, but I think the mask will remain. Truthfully, I don't mind social distancing that much either. We become a tad more isolated as we age, and that suits me. I just need some live music and theatre, with some Jesus and dance thrown in.

  I think it is the month of March, so this will be a quick blog, the sun is shinning and is calling my name, OUT LOUD!!!!

Last weekend, or whenever it was, my Wyatt ( grandson number 3) was spending the night. He went to bed, good, I laid with him awhile, we have much to discuss. After a few minutes or 30, I slowly moved to downstairs, and later my bed. Around 2:30 am, I hear a voice, UMA!!! I jump out of bed, run to his room.

I say, " Honey what is the matter? Do you need to go Pee-Pee?" As he stands in the door he says, " Why did you leave me?" OMG are you shame/quilting me right now, at age 4, I thought. Kuddos buddy, work the system, because Uma is in the bed now!! He went back to sleep quickly, after looking over the blanket twice to see if I had skipped out on him again!! I touched his little head, and prayed, while smiling. Lord, I lay my hand on this precious angel, please cover him in your armor, maybe two layers!!

AND lord, if you have anytime to cover me, make it be a good dream for the remainder of my night.

Best dream in 68 years of living, I will not share all details, Mother Mary reads all my stuff!!

(why the double spacing?? who knows, I will not stop to fix it) Just know there was an Island involved, FAO Swartz toys, and no ferry service back to America!! Stranded with someone whom may have had dreadlocks and " How shall I say?" a Guitar!! ( code name for Guitar? or ?) I had on a baby blue evening gown, and as usual was looking for a bathroom. Vault material, and memories. It must be summer, and The good lord, knew I had been housebound for over a year. 

God is good all the time

love

B

I promise to tell you about some books, that I have been sucking down, later, be sweet or at least try