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Well I've done it. I had to put off a couple of things due to illness and work schedules but I've got the appointments for my knee, my tooth and my biopsy. Bjorn has also gotten the appointment to have the house assessed for solar panels. Looks like we've finally got our poop in a group. I'm also in the throws of planning a Samhain feast, and working with friends to make garb for Harvest Court on the 25th. It's going to be a very busy month. Not to mention pickling the beets, carrots and beans; harvesting the last of the garden and putting it to bed for the winter. I still can't believe we are all the way into October and I'm still watering, wow, talk about global warming.

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I am devastated, my companion for the past 17 years has passed. My dear old man finally got to the point where He couldn't see, could barely hear and was unable to walk. He's lost half of his body weight in the past three months and I couldn't stand to see him suffering any longer. Bjorn and I took him down to the local vet and had him put to sleep for the final time.

The house is beyond quiet right now.

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The day I fell in love with the West Wind

I was a young mother, just starting to bloom with my
third child. We'd hiked all the way into the Pintlar
Wilderness Area and made our camp at Lake Ivanhoe, a
lovely little lake caught in the bowl of a mighty
mountain. We'd taken the boys because it was an easy
hike, less than a mile from the vehicle. I still
remember the songs to keep the boys entertained, Jake
hiked with me and Erik with his father. The children
still sing song high ho, high ho we're off to Ivanhoe,
to this day. My Kari girl was peacefully nestled next
to my heart and made the hike a bit tiring for me.

Jake and Erik were down by the water tossing rocks to
watch them ripple, their daddy was out fly fishing on
the other side of the lake and I was standing vigil as
only a mother can do, while her young children are
near water. It was a lovely autumn day, most likely
the last backpacking trip we'd make before winter set
in. I was standing in the sunlight watching the boys
and soaking in the warmth of the afternoon sun. It was
beautiful and you could just begin to smell autumn
coming over the rise of the mountain tops. A stiff
wind was blowing, and made me tie back my hair, to
keep it from continually blowing into my face.

It wasn't too much later the boys took off with
their father for a hike around the lake and I decided to hiked up
to the top of the bowl. There was a small saddle between the two
mountain tops that held the lake. It was a steep
climb, up and out of the trees, and I always want to
see what is just beyond the next rise, part of my curious nature. The wind had died down just a bit, as I was protected by the mountain side. As I got closer and closer to the top,
the wind picked up it's intensity. I'd finally reached
an open area and the wind was a torrent of motion. At

times I felt like it was going to blow me over, but my
curious nature kept me moving forward to the saddle,
several times I felt as if the wind was going to pick
me up and blow me all the way to the Montana prairies, but I
finally made it to my destination, the saddle between
the peaks. What a glorious site, two peaks flanked
on each side of me and the whole of the wilderness
spread out below me. It was a carpet of green, mingled
with the golds and yellows of autumn, behind me the
blue green of the lake. You have no idea how many
colors of green there are, but I'm sure they were all
spread out before me in patterns only nature could put
together and no man can duplicate. The wind continued
to push at me from the west, my jacket flapping like a
sheet against my body, so strong and powerful. Above me a hawk's cry, echoing and bouncing from one mountain top to another and
somewhere in the far distance another answering cry.
The wind was so strong, the hawk's cry so poignant, I
spread my arms and fell forward, and flew with my feet
firmly planted on the ground. The wind rushing over my
skin, and under my arms, between my legs, holding me
upright, while I leaned forward. For a moment in
time, I flew, arms outstretched, eyes wide open and the
whole of the world before me.

The West Wind held me upright, my heart beating
faster, my eyes tearing as I flew. I never left the
ground but the glorious nature of flight was felt deep
in my soul. I could feel my baby daughter rolling
inside my womb, flying with me on that autumn day.
They say the West Wind is the bringer of plenty, it is
the wind that brings the fleets back home from
fishing, it is the wind that seeks the land, it is the
wind that brings the rains rising up from the ocean
and dropping it's nurturing moisture upon the soil, it
is a conquering and settling wind; and I believe all
these things about the West Wind, but I also see it as
the spirit wind, the wild wind, the flying wind. I
understand now, Shelley's first lines in "Ode the
West Wind"

"O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill;

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, O hear!

...Tameless, swift and proud"

I have been enchanted by the West Wind, it touches a
place deep in my soul that nothing else can reach, it
frees my spirit and helps me to soar. So while many
may call up the winds from the East, my love of wind
lies in the West.

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In the next week my whole world is going to change, and in my opinion, not for the better. I applied and was accepted for a supervisor position at work, but they didn't tell us the schedules until after we were accepted. I can see why they did that, no one would apply. My world for the past 20 or so years has been that of an early bird. I wake up at around 4:30a to 5a and go to bed at between 7p and 8p. Thus far this has worked just fine, my inner clock has been ticking away, very happy and content. Now, I'm going to be working from 1p to midnight and my weekends are now going to be broken up between thur fri and sun. New schedules, new people, new job what's a old mole like myself going to do. ADJUST!!! ya I know, and I've heard the word more than I care to repeat these past few days. Big adjustment for you, you'll adjust in time, etc.... They will be paying me an extra .35 an hour for the "ADJUSTMENT" but Gods Kings and minor Deities I'm going to be lost for awhile. I am looking forward to the new job and the new people, I just hope I'll be able to stay awake long enough to remember their names.

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I was off on a Halloween hunt and found this wonderful place and had to share a couple of the stones I found particularly interesting.


Went on to check-out the Woodman Society and found this interesting little ditty.

Song of the Woodman (Social Song)
Come to the Forest of Woodcraft,
To the flower, the shrub and the tree;
Come to the Forest of Woodcraft,
Partake of its pleasures with me.
Chorus—Come, come, come, come,
Come to that Forest with me, with me.
Come to the fountain of Woodcraft,
That’s flowing so fresh and so free;
Come to the fountain of Woodcraft,
And drink its pure waters with me.
Chorus—Come, come, come, come,
And drink its pure waters with me, with me.
Come to the bedside of sickness—
Of poverty, too, it may be;
Come to the bedside of sickness
And share its deep sorrows with me.
Chorus—Come, come, come, come,
And share its deep sorrows with me, with me.
Come to the grave of our Sovereign,
Sweet emblems upon it we see.
Come to the grave of our Sovereign,
Strew flowers upon it with me.
Chorus—Come, come, come, come,
Strew flowers upon it with me, with me

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I came on-line tonight to do some writing and got lost in the wonder of semyzaz's journal (I have no idea how to make the little LJ icon next to someone's name, so my apologies) and fell in love with the lovely little poem by Rowena Bennett about The Second Hand Shop. So much so, that I've written it down and put it in my inspiration file folder, I feel a wonderful story brewing in my head again. I did a search of Ms Bennett's book and was intrigued by the one titled "Songs From Around A Toadstool Table" the very sound of it is so delightful...I must have it. In any case I had meant to spend a good three or four hours writing tonight (our drumming circle was canceled and I felt the need to write) instead of going astray in tall grasses and old second hand shops with whistles and buttons and thimbles that were lost. She inspired this little poem from me tonight instead of working on my story.

Fairy Tales and Thimbles

Go be serious over there Mikey,
I've only time for play
The light is nearly gone now
And dark is on it's way.
I've spent the day in working
And posting far off letters,
I only have a moment
For things that really matter;
Like fairy tales and thimbles
And the sound of children's laughter.

It is always the smallest of things that inspire us or at least me. I guess I'm feeling a bit empty nested tonight.

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I'm sitting here watching one of my favorite programs, Sunrise Earth. It is such a sereneishow and wonderful to meditate with. This morning's sunrise comes to me via Alaska and is in the Katmai National Park, watching the sunrise and hearing the waves from the ocean is wonderful to write by as well. I love our new HD television, the brown bears and eagles were fun to see and now they are showing the Augustine Volcano, the last eruption was in 1986 and was named by Cpt Cook in 1778, found at Cook Inlet, Alaska. This is some of the best nature photography I've seen, as I'm a real sucker for a sunrise it is one of the first things we recorded once we got the tv. Langjökull glacier's waterfall in Scandinavia is showing on Sunrise Earth International as well but it was far too cold feeling this morning so I'm enjoying Animal Planet's American series instead....ah yes to have choices!!! I'm finding my favorite channels are quickly changing to Smithsonian and The Science Channel, along with Discovery and of course SciFi (which goes into HD in October) yeah! The mountain scenes I can go out my front door for, but the international and ocean scenes are so wonderfully different and inspiring. I'm quickly becoming an addict of Sunrise Earth

I am so relieved, Jake finally called home!!! I haven't talked to him in over ten months,and I was about to contact the Navy to find him for me. He said he didn't want to worry us as he was on land in U.A.E. (United Arab Emirates) Worry us, my mom was just sure he was dead!!! I was in tears on the phone at just the sound of his voice. I'm relieved and upset all in the same moment. In one phone call we found out he was on shore in the Middle East, getting married in one hour, his son is still in Malaysia and won't be here for at least another month (some kind of passport mix up) and he didn't want to worry us!!! Children! I am thrilled he is at least happy, healthy and home; and I guess in the long run that's all that really matters, everything else can be forgotten and only the love will shine through. Now I just have to demand pictures!!!

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snagged from aelfgyfu_mead LJ....too funny. Thank you Aelfgyfu, I really needed this today.

Kian I was thinking of you when I saw this, thought you would enjoy it.


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Changed the bird feeder from the song bird mixture to full black thistle seeds. The feeder is now a *king of the hill* feeder for all the finches in the neighborhood. It is a joy to watch them. Bjorn is so tickled to see them instead of the sparrows, which I really didn't mind, but he did. Also went out and got a suet feeder for the chickadees, looking forward to them as well. No one has ventured into the bird bath yet, but I have high hopes for this winter.

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