Apr 29, 2008

Faeries in the Yard

I have this godawful sinus cold/cough thing going on - the coughing is so bad I can't sleep - not wanting to wake my husband I went downstairs and sat on the porch, no lights on, just sitting, it was around 5 am. I'm just looking out into the yard - can't really see any details since I don't have my glasses on and then I see a sparkle of light just shimmering on the plants, it seems to flit over to another plant and it changes size - shooting up and then collapsing into itself so it is just a sliver of shimmering light...it hovers over the plants, it jumps lightly from leaf to leaf - I think to myself - We have faeries in the yard! It is raining lightly now and I want to see the faeries so I go get my glasses - big mistake - not faeries at all just the light from street lamps playing on the water on the leaves...I did so want it to be faeries....

Apr 9, 2008

My father stopped by for a visit yesterday

What you don't believe me? Just because he died 35 years ago? Pish - don't you read all of the entries here? I'm a psychic/medium, remember?

Anyway, I've been finding pennies, heads up, in unlikely places again.. And like they say, if folks who have passed over are gonna leave money, they can't leave 20 dollar bills? Anyway I went to put the papers out in the recycling bin on the porch and glanced at the table we have out there (in our efforts to stop smoking we now smoke only on the porch). We leave our cigarettes out there, and my husband always leaves his lighter on top of the pack. He smokes unfiltered Camels - I noticed the lighter was to the side of the pack of cigarettes and the cigarettes were Lucky Strikes! My father smoked Lucky's - I registered that somewhere in my brain (and no, you cannot mistake a pack of Lucky's for a pack of Camel's - they each have very distinctive packaging) but went back in the house to finish whatever I was doing. It didn't dawn on me till later what the significance was....

If you call on the spirits, long enough and loud enough, they will show up if they haven't recycled - and I have been calling for my Pops - I need his help - he is still a bit hesitant about talking to me - only shows up in dreams, rarely when I'm awake - when he's present he does the old "penny drop" - he always said if he ever won a million dollars he would change it to pennies and wallow in them - so pennies and now a pack of Lucky's - when I finally processed what I saw - I felt really good - there are a lot of spirits around lately - but they make me dizzy and run my blood pressure up - very strong presence these last few days - I hope they are finagling in my favor. But of course they are! I've got so many "people" protecting me, it's spooky.

So anyway, Pop, a little help here, okay? You know what I need - Make it Happen! Love Ya!

Apr 7, 2008

What informs your life?

That's an odd phrase and I hope I'm using it correctly. Someone made reference to some song lyrics which immediately reminded me of a poem - "After A While" by Veronica A. Shoffstall, not the greatest poem ever written but one which many women of my generation found useful, enlightening, even profound. Poetry informs my life. Not so much books, as poetry and one play in particular "'Night Mother" by Marsha Norman.

They say of my generation that we have a "sound track" to our lives and that may apply to other generations as well, I don't know, perhaps you will tell me if that is so.

Janis Ian put out an album in 1975 called "Between the Lines". I bought it for the song "At Seventeen" because that song was my life, as were others on that album - I felt almost as if she had been following me around, taking notes. As years went more of the songs were my life until now that album will tell you all you need to know about me.

With today's technology, I could easily put together a biography consisting of music - I'm betting a lot of folks could do that as well.

But it always comes back to poetry - I think in "poetry" I write poems in my head - a few lines here and there - all the time - last night as I was falling asleep I "wrote" a poem about Sundays.

So what informs your life?