The Aspect Of My Life

Saturday, December 31, 2011

2012


To all of you, may this be the year we have been waiting for, one of truly new beginnings.  May it be a year full of surprises, love and bliss.

This year I am in Mesa, AZ.  Last year I was in Truth or Consequences, NM and the year before in Navarre, FL.

How exciting to not know where I will be this time next year.


Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Slumber Party

 Day Two of the Slumber Party
Ralph the French Bulldog
Ben, Marisa and Ralph (the dog) came to visit.  To spend time with these beautiful young adults was like walking in sunshine. 

They are kind, thoughtful, playful, genuine and loving.  Ben is everything a mother could want in a son and Marisa is the perfect complement.  I have wondered and worried how my life choices have impacted my son's life, all those decisions I began making with his first breath into this world.  I am spellbound by this person who is such a joy to be around and seems to have suffered no ill effects from my novice parenting.  I can now lay all my doubts to rest.
Gave Up My Bed to the Kids and Dog

Me and Ben
Ben and Marisa
The best Christmas ever.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Solstice

Happy Winter Solstice!

Welcome to the darkest day of the year.  

12-20-2011

December 20th is my actual birth date.  I was very busy and missed too many phone calls.   But I want to thank everyone for their phone calls, emails, comments, singing voice mails and thoughts that were sent my way.

It was one of my best birthdays.


Monday, December 19, 2011

Happy 60th Birthday

So. This is 60.

I have used these years enjoying food, drink, friends and laughter.

I have traveled far and wide and met thousands upon my journeys.

I have danced in Greek tavernas, upon bar tops and to the beat of African drums.

I have married two men, and been a lover to many more.

I have born a son and known the joys of motherhood.

I have walked upon the earth in my bare feet and stood within ancient stone circles.

I have heard songs and music of such beauty it has caused me to weep.

I have seen much and long to see more.

My life has been one of remembering my Being and the wisdom that I hold.

I have lived a large and full life, filled with adventure and experience.

On the inside I feel 20 years old, and ancient with what I now know.

I don't miss my youth and embrace being an Elder.

But still wonder who that old woman could possibly be:).














































Celtic Blessing


Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Goldendoodles

Maria says she got me one for my birthday:).

Monday, December 12, 2011

Line Dancin'

As my one social event I have been going to line dancing on Monday nights.  It is the beginner's class.  This is what I have learned:

Electric Slide - got it
Tennessee Waltz - got it....FINALLY!
Various other dances that I have forgotten the names to, but the latest one was danced to Hey Good Lookin'

I am now feeling so confident and perky that I think I will go to the advanced class tomorrow night.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Tombstone Territories

If you ever see this cover, be sure and honk!
After Bisbee I went to visit my friends Harold and Sue in Tombstone Territories RV Park (http://www.tombstoneterritories.com/site/Home.html).  The minute I drove in I knew I wanted to stay there for at least a month.

These are the reasons I love the park:
1.  Out in the middle of nowhere with wide open sky and large sites.
2.  Even though it feels like you are in the middle of nowhere, you are within easy driving distance of Tombstone, Bisbee, Benson, St. David's, and Sierra Vista, AZ.

Although there is no outdoor swimming pool (they have an indoor pool as well as a hot tub), the stunning scenery makes up for it, plus the extra large sites (40' x 80') are a bonus.  Booked a site for the month of February.

I am glad I was able to revisit Tombstone without the slew of tourists and could see it though Harold's eyes.  Harold is a history buff as well as a ghost hunter and after a stagecoach tour I understand its appeal.  Sometimes you just need to pass to that layer that is beneath the tourist level.  I told Harold that if he wants to contact ghosts, go to the hanging gallows at 3:00 AM and skip those guided ghost tours.  Oh, gawd, I think he wants me to actually go with him!

My draw was to the building where China Mary resided.  Not surprisingly, it is now the home of a metaphysical store, the only such store in the town.  The Land remembers:).

I found it fascinating that there are those that continue to recreate this time period.  A man dressed like Doc Holiday was drinking out of the same style cup that was portrayed in the movie Tombstone.  Of course I did not get the significance until Sue and Harold sent me home with the Tombstone movie to watch.

And now I am wondering, what the heck does "I'll be your huckleberry mean"?????





Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Bisbee, AZ

I needed a getaway so I am now in Bisbee for the night. 

I have been hearing about Bisbee for awhile and wanted to check it out as a possible home for the month of February.  I like the town, lots of artisans, but not sure if I want to stay in this particular park for a month (http://queenminervpark.parks.officelive.com/default.aspx).  Not much of a park, the best thing going for it is that it is within walking distance of the town.  Bisbee is also situated at over 5,000 feet so it is colder here, snow still on the mountains, which is another consideration.

Whether I want to stay here for a month has yet to be determined.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Bear Time

Lately it has been difficult to write.  Each year the dwindling light pulls me deep into the depths of my psyche, into the Bear cycle, this time of hibernation.

As the world careens into a frenzy of consumerism I retreat further into my inner world and the dark waters of solitude.  I love this time of inner exploration and mysticism.  So much information pours through me that there is not much time or space for external output.

It is Bear Time.