Bits and Dabs of Life Going On

"... The bigger story is still in flux, but we’re already at a point of need for making plans for our current path. This week the Cancer Sun makes its way into trine with Neptune and opposition to Pluto. All week we endeavor to connect our personal place in the universe with meaning and also with structures outside ourselves. Sometimes this is quiet and spiritual, but sometimes what is outside of us pushes back, exerts its power and we must respond..." - Satori writes about the Week of July 12-16, 2021

We celebrated Pete's birthday, with Zucchini Chocolate Cake with Raspberries, and Created a 'not-a-wind-sock' when our favorite wind sock place said they were out-of-stock for wind socks. Oh, the supply chain. That's the creation we came up with using copper wire from our dear friend Loretta, a fishing lure swivel, and three lengths of yard-long ribbon in Pete's favorite colors. The copper is wound into two spirals, the smaller dangles off the larger. The spiral is flexible and reshapes itself dependent upon the strength of the winds.

 

Once upon a time Pete collected pieces of an old unwanted green house and built us a Quonset hut to live in for the winter. We loved that Quonset for many years, until the mice moved in, along with the damp and mold. 

This is July, 2021. Pete is re-shaping our winter shelter; making her smaller and I think more like a Be-hive. I like the energy of that sound, being who we are now, not exactly like bees, but being human and being okay with it being small-time. Pete has a mostly shady place to imagine how to do this project and is within easy reach of many piles of collected parts, scrap metal, former floors and fasteners of all sorts, and electricity to operate his tools.

While the climate of our dear planet exclaims the extremes with high temperatures, absent O-zone and fires that burn and fill our Lono (the atmosphere), I am planting. Settling into the belief that I am safe here right here, right now ... I transplanted volunteer squash starts from the goat compost we used to fertilize the Bamboo People. Above, are four squash seedlings planted the day before the Heat Wave of late June, 2021 hit us. 

They seem very happy, and love growing in more goat compost in a big plastic planter. When I had the brain-storm to fill around the planter to allow the Squash to wili (wind and trail) out and down, Pete dug and sifted the sandy soil that came from the 100+ feet of trench he dug months ago. That's the trench dirt above with small clay pots tucked into the slope. I hope to fill the pots with Marigold plants; good companions for bug fend-off. 

There are bits of life that sometimes creep into our hearts, minds or souls with memory of loss, sadness and trauma. Untended, these memories can leave a being less vibrant, easily fearful and perhaps, an expression of being like Homily Clock, of Mary Norton's stories of The Borrowers. As I lay beside Pete last night, after another emotional day of sorting through those untended memories I felt a great affinity to mother Homily Clock and at the same time a deep sense of calm enveloped me as I relaxed into knowing other mothers might feel similarly.

Below, in a short YouTube preview from the play Meet The Borrowers actress Cait Davis plays Homily, the mother of Arrietty and wife to Pod Clock a family of teeny tiny beings that live in the walls and floors of human beans. The actress's description endeared Homily to me as I could relate to her worry-wart default position and found a 'home' for my wandering soul in the actress's sentiment. 

Watch, listen and see if you can relate:

And to make our lives richer and fuller by the quotient of LOVE on the rise, we got these on the magic phone:

Our son and his son visiting with my Ma and Dad, bringing a can of Bud and a slice of cake. Mo'okuauhau, genealogy.

Maleka and Carter leaving the brew for Dad. He'd have loved the tip of the Bud!! xoxo