Appreciation Day

 

The Kindle is a mind-saver for this one who is a collector of colorful items from all space and time. Space means many things.. I have thousands of books that are stored on shelves and I even have 2 library ladders for reaching up high, but the kindles I have take up little space and the library I have stored on these would drive me crazy if I suddenly had to put them onto shelves. Besides that, these I take wherever I go. Yes, they are still books in the normal sense of things.  My Kindle saved my mind when I was ill for so long.



 

Cameras are another thing I have. My computer is my keeper of many things. I love technology for the ease in which we can communicate, now. I laugh at it when I choose to treat a digital image with an old timey filter. I smile when I take a digital photo of an antique doll. I must admit that in my mind I am a thoroughly modern milly. I do many many things by hand because I find peace and balance in life when I concentrate on a brush stoke or a knit stitch and see this add up to something that I can then take a digital image of it to share with all of my imaginary friends all over the world.

 

In this verdant place I make as my home is a garden full of flowers and some vegetables and food for the deer, squirrel, raccoon, bear, chipmunk, birds of many colors, etc. You could think of me as a reverse pioneer in that I choose to live where most people would/could not. This is where the King's X lives.

I find joy in little things like coffee in my cup from Anthropologie, and Far Eastern furniture brought here from many places. I love to walk upon my carpets/rugs from Nepal and other mid-east countries. I know I am blessed to the extreme! But I am so very thankful for each and every day, for each and every person I know and love.

 

 

xoxo

 

The Bird

 

Justify?

 

 

Justify?

 

Mark Twain(my hero maker) wrote about real characters, did he not? I have this naiveté about the way I talk this comes from growing up as a surfer girl in Southern, California with Disneyland in my back yard. This attitude gets me into trouble, sometimes, double trouble. I think the Mississippi river is always just down the street and that Indian Joe is hiding around the next corner. I want to be Huckleberry not Becky nor Tom. I want a raft or a canoe to float down the river that runs up to my property. Never happens, though. I am eternally young in my heart and I always have been just that. This head of mine is so full of stuff that I need to be older than the mountains to do what I want to do.

So herein, lies the tale. I just found out that the very same stars shine on you as shine on me, unless you are living on the other side of the equator and/or are in a different universe, or something. I also just found out that the very same water in the very same earth was here when it was/is created. The very same amount.. . . so. . .imagine that.

 

Seriously, if you take a piece of paper, how many sheets would it take to reach the moon. You would be surprised! I find these things out in the strangest places, like fiction books. The Mathematics of, Jorge Luis Borges for instance, written to explain concepts such as the question I just asked and Borges wrote about in his stories. Now, who do I believe. . .