It’s been a while since I have posted. I’ve been busy.
First the home. It’s a place of peace and warmth. Thus far I have filled it with all the things I love: my music, my art, and warm natural woods and sounds.
As I type this I’m watching two yellow-tailed hawks circle outside my window. Thus far I’ve seen cougar tracks, dozens of deer, a whole flock of turkey, rabbits, foxes, and a bazillion birds who have taken up residence because I feed them. There is no sound here but the chirping sounds of birds and the wind in the trees.
I am going to be doing all sorts of land and garden improvements to the home. I am turning the pond into a Monet pond, I’m doing a large labyrinth in the front yard, there will be a salsa garden this year, and I’m turning the backyard into a rock garden. I will be sharing with you as I do these. I take any and all suggestions for ways to do things better so I hope you will follow me and chime in with your expertise as you see fit!
I have fallen into Heaven.
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The Center of the labyrinth.View from the front East side. I’m standing near the massive ponderosa.View from the loft lobbyThis may be my favorite room. This sunroom is south facing and faces the pondGreenhouse filled tothe brim with plants for the salsa gardenBasement bedroomDream Catcher dead center in the middle of the home.Sunset meditations
When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing – just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park? ~Ralph Marston
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through all these highs and lows
I heard there was no sickness
And no toil or danger
Just mercy and plenty
Where peaceful waters flow
Where peaceful waters flow
Come all you fair and tender school girls
Be careful now–when you court young men
They are like the stars
On a summer morning
They sparkle up the night
And they’re gone again
Daybreak, gone again
If I’d only seen through the silky veils of ardor
What a killing crime this love can be
I would have locked up my heart
In a golden sheath of armor
And kept its crazy beating
Under strictest secrecy
High security
I wish I had the wings
Of Noah’s pretty little white dove
So I could fly this raging river
To reach the one I love
But I have no wings
And the water is so wide
We’ll have to row a little harder
It’s just in dreams we fly
In my dreams we fly!
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are… than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.
Scenes From the Lily Pad 