No Time Left For You

No time left for you
On my way to better things
No time left for you
I found myself some wings
No time left for you
Distant roads are calling me

- The Guess Who

Wowsers! Things have been crazy busy! And now I am getting ready to leave. Flying out tomorrow morning at 6:30 a.m. Oh my yawn-ness gracious! I'll have to be up at 4:00 a.m. for that.

Another song applies here:


Running on empty...

- Jackson Brown


I'm excited about some of the stuff that has been happening (maybe I'll write about that at another time, maybe not) and I'm a little challenged by other stuff, particularly the parental situation.

My mom broke her shoulder yesterday and since she is the primary caretaker for my 90 year old dad with severe dementia, this is not ideal. Besides my dad's memory problems, he has physical problems that really require a caretaker. Time will tell...

Of course my mom's little accident occurred at a less-than-ideal time - a day and a half before my flight to MICHIGAN to see my friend who I love and adore. I have never been to see her there. Being with her is a very healing experience for me. It will be great.

Did you know that my friend's parents live a couple of doors down from Michael Moore? They know him as a neighbor. What would I say to him if, by some fat chance I got to meet him???



Adios, Amigos!

Castlewood Canyon; Chapter 2

Castlewood Canyon really does have more to see than just windows.


A Dam Story

For some reason, I love this story:

The Castlewood Dam was completed in 1890, using only the power of men, mules and horses. It began leaking immediately, but repairs and a good dose of denial kept things going until 1933 when, after two days of rain, the walls came tumbling down. Fortunately, the caretaker was aware of the crumbling structure and word spread fast enough to save all but two lives while 1.7 billion gallons of water rushed 40 miles into Denver.

Remains of the dam

1.7 billion gallons of water. Can you imagine the power???

You can read more about the ill-fated Castlewood Dam here.



Wildlife

What we didn't see: rattlesnakes and ticks. And I'm not complaining about that! Also, no bears, coyotes or mountain lions.

Some of the wildlife that we did see:

Crayfish! As a young kid in Kansas, we saw these all of the time.

Big, fat toad (and lots of cute, little baby toads)

And the views...!

Pikes Peak

I'm still collecting hiking buddies, so if you are ever in the area and in the mood to walk in heavenly places, jus' lemme know!

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. - John Muir

Windows

My friend, Diana, and I hiked in Castlewood Canyon State Park yesterday. Neither of us had been there before and we didn't know what to expect. We found a piece of paradise in Colorado. I may write more about the hike later, but today I'm only sharing one small part - the windows in the old Lucas Homestead. All but one of the photos below came from that house which was built sometime in the late 1800s/early 1900s.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny. - Carl Sandburg

Up until about the age of 31, I had a deep fear of windows if they were still uncovered after the sun went down. My fear that I would see a man looking at me through the glass paralyzed me so much that if the window curtains hadn't been closed by the time darkness came, I was not able to enter the room. That all changed after my divorce. I think it was due to the fact that I was then completely responsible for my young son and daughter. I became the Mother Lion and fear moved on.

Oh, You can see the little children all around
Oh, You can see the little ladies in their gowns, when you

Look through any window, yeah
Any time of day

- From the song, Look Through Any Window by the Hollies

We have attended the monthly vigil at the Aurora, Colorado I.C.E detention center three times. It is the place where our federal government takes people they consider to be "illegal immigrants". People who may have lived here and worked here and raised a family here may suddenly disappear one day and this is the place they may be found.

In May, we saw inmates looking out the windows at us, writing notes of thanks and holding them up for us to see. This month, the new addition had been put to use - an addition that expanded the facility so that it is now three times its previous size.

With the new addition, inmates no longer have the ability to look out any window to the outside world.

I can't imagine a world without windows...

Some Kiss We Want

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body.

Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling!

At night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine.

Breathe into me.

Close the language-door and
open the love window.
The moon
won't use the door, only the window.

--Rumi. Translator: Coleman Barks

Thoughts on No-Thought

I've been wondering what I get from the trips that go on inside my head - singing songs over and over; thinking about things that don't need to be thought about. Sure, there are a lot of times when I need to think about logistics, challenges, ideas. But what do I get from singing (in my head) an old REM or Moody Blues song OVER and OVER???

When I stand in vigil on Saturdays, I watch what goes on inside this skull. I notice repetitive songs amidst useless ponderings about people who have passed by. When I become aware of such things, I usually let go of what feels like a tight grip on them and I just experience...

the sun on my face
the sights and sounds of movement in all directions
the sidewalk beneath my feet
the smells all around
what it feels like to be a part of this body

I sometimes imagine that I am an old tree, rooted beside the road. Not caring about what is happening, but just witnessing.

It is such a miracle to be right here, right now, I find it amazing that a mind would want to cover it all up with distractions.

I don't want to leave this world having missed the wild and beautiful ride!

Giving My Heart and Soul

So much beauty along the trail during yesterday's hike.

You've no idea how hard
I've looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right!

What's the point of bringing gold
to the gold mine,
or water to the ocean?
Everything I came up with
was like taking spices to the orient.
It's no good giving
my heart and my soul,
because You already have these.

So - I've brought You a mirror
Look at YourSelf and remember me.

- Jalaluddin Rumi

Rainbows

Yesterday evening, as a light rain fell, the most perfect double rainbow was revealed in the eastern sky.

Mr. CfP and I looked out the window and oooohhhh'd and ahhhhhhhh'd at the beauty of the colors. Light shattering into variations that our eyes love to take in.

Then we went outside and ooooooohhh'd and ahhhhhhh'd some more as we took photos.

And it couldn't have happened on a better day, for it was exactly one year ago that the skies dumped a devastating hail/windstorm that destroyed gardens, roofs, trees, windows and cars. One year: awe at the power that can destroy, and the next year: awe at a brilliant, peaceful gift...

Unfortunately, I was so enamored with the rainbow that I didn't notice the raindrops landing on my lens.

Fortunately, I got a close-up of a little piece of the color before the camera and I got wet.

After the rainbow disappeared, while downloading my photos, I happened to touch my ring and it didn't feel right. I looked down and saw that the stones were gone. Where there had been two inlaid stones - lapis and opal - there was now a gaping hole. I have no idea how long they had been gone or where they might be.

Mr. CfP and I have (er, had) matching rings, our wedding rings. We chose the stones very intentionally, according to different theories about their energy.

I love opals - like the rainbow in the eastern sky, they shatter light into all colors. Their appearance is always changing, depending on the light and the angle in which they are viewed.

And lapis is the deepest of blues. It draws me in like the depths of water and sky.

A part of me wants to replace the stones. I enjoyed them so much. Another part of me wants to let go of attachments and just have my ring made into a band.

I'm definitely having a great time thinking about the happiness that someone is going to experience some day when they find two beautiful stones, one of which will give them rainbows every day of the year.

I Bean Pickin' and Pickin'

It's a meditation.

Going deep into the jungle of green bean plants,

focusing one-pointedly as I search for long, plump beans ready to be plucked.

I get lost within the thick, green foliage and forget all time and place.


My hands walk within the dark netherworld of moist soil and dried-up discarded blossoms who have given their lives to birth a bean and then to become food for the earth.

I meet many Daddy Long Legs wandering through the leaves,

travelers on the same path as I but with different aims.

We each tend to our own business while nodding hello as we pass.

(I greet each Mr. Long Legs and I swear there is a return acknowledgment.)

Is it the freshness, our organic methods, or the fact that I had to travel

this wild, primal jungle to procure my food

that makes the taste of these sweet, crisp beans so orgasmic?

A Different Point of View

While on the Cape last month, our nephew, David, who is nearing the ripe old age of 7, discovered photography, thanks to Mr. CfP's point and shoot digital camera. David took hundreds of photos and I think that he has a good eye. Below is just a sampling of his artwork.

Appreciating the gift that comes when we can glimpse the world through the eyes of a child, I added some of the lyrics of the Moody Blues song, "Eyes of a Child". If you want, you can click on the video and listen to the song while viewing the photos.

Listen hear the sound
The child awakes
Wonder all around
The child awakes

Now in his life he never must be lost
No thoughts must deceive him
In life he must trust

With the eyes of a child
You must come out and see
That your world's spinning 'round

And through life you will be
A small part
Of a hope

Of a love
That exists

In the eyes of a child you will see

Three Stories

Up until last week, I had been experiencing a pretty dry period as far as writable stories generated during our Women in Black vigil. But boy, the last couple of weeks have been fertile!

Here are three stories from today:

This happens all of the time, but I realized today just how precarious our situation can be. A "driver" who was talking on his cellphone with one hand gave us the peace sign with his other hand while his car, which obviously had no one holding the wheel, sped past. In my mind I could see the headlines:

Women Mowed Down by Driver Giving the Peace Sign.

And I thought: That wouldn't be the worst way to go.

Killed by Peace.

A short time later, a man driving a truck was stopped in front of us waiting for a green light when he yelled out, "End Obama's War!" Well, yeah, since the Decider no longer holds office, this is now Obama's war and yeah, he's escalated it and now more people are getting killed there than any time since it began, and... what's your point about pointing out the owner of the war? In fact, I pay my taxes, so it's MY war, too!

I might want to think about that "pay my taxes" point...

The last story. I saw a white SUV full of guys sitting at the light coming out of the mall. They were yelling loudly, but I was happy that I was far enough away from them that I couldn't hear what they were saying. I guess they needed us to hear them, though, because they drove around until they could come right past us and then they yelled hate-filled things about us and about people in other countries.

Before that, I had been in a place of completely experiencing all people, cars, buildings, birds, streets, EVERYTHING as God. As one-ness. And then these men who appeared to be very angry drove by. And you know what??? I heard Mother Teresa's voice in my head as she talked about "Christ in his Distressing Disguise". These guys were the Christ in his Distressing Disguise. I felt only compassion for them. Not the kind of "compassion" that says, "Oh, you poor, angry, misguided men. I'm so sorry." No, the kind of compassion that doesn't get its buttons pushed, but just sees it all as okay. They were expressing something from within them.

And I realized, once again, that it's all about me. The people around do their act. That's the show and I can't do anything about it. But will my heart stay open, no matter the content of the show? No matter the actions that may seem necessary? Or will my heart close in fear, anger, intimidation, or needing to be right, thus adding to the anger and confusion?

Equanimity.



“If there is love, there is hope to have real families, real brotherhood, real equanimity, real peace. If the love within your mind is lost, if you continue to see other beings as enemies, then no matter how much knowledge or education you have, no matter how much material progress is made, only suffering and confusion will ensue.” - Dalai Lama

What a Week!

I almost didn't post on this, the 15th anniversary of my marriage to my sweet Mr. Carol for Peace.

During the last 20 some hours, we were wondering if Buddha, the dog, was going to be around another day. We were in the emergency vet's office late last night and sleep was minimal after we got home, due to a very sick dog whose only diagnosis was that there was no diagnosis. Then this morning, when it truly looked like death was knocking, we went to our regular vet's office and lo and behold if Mr. Buddha didn't have a revival, walking all over the office, making us look like we had been experiencing hallucinations for the last 12 hours! The only thing that the vet can figure is that Buddha has some kind of stomach thingy going on. Bad enough to stop him from being able to walk or move much at all. Who knows??? Anyway, the rest of today he has been almost himself.

My Buddha dog is the sweetest dog and he shares so much love with me. I can't tell you how open my heart feels every time I even think of him.



And Mr. Carol for Peace... HOW did I luck out so well??? Not only is he one of the kindest, sweetest men I know, but he also puts up with ME! That's HUGE! Happy Anniversary to the man that I adore!

One more happy thing...

Because Buddha is somewhere between 83 and 90-something, depending on who you talk to, it has become impossible to do the thing that we have loved to do together more than anything - hiking. We are now down to less than a mile of flat walking. But I lucked out this week and found a friend to do a hike with me. 8.3 miles! Half of it uphill! I needed that. And that is where I saw this gorgeous butterfly:



"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." - Mother Teresa