There is a plant that grows very well in my area. It's called a Mexican Petunia for short and Ruellia brittoniana for those who prefer the Latin. It's a plant that comes with a warning. If you scroll down the link posted up there, you will see the warning on the bottom of the page.
It's a very invasive plant. Which means it's a total survivor, and it can wreck havoc to things that need to grow where they need to grow to sustain life.
One of my neighbors walked by the other day and complimented by yard and my butterfly garden work. Then she cursed the Mexican Petunias telling me the story of them being so invasive, and yes, well, they are, but nothing here is endangered. But, I didn't mention that. I didn't know if she worked for the Environmental Invasive Police. I'm sort of still new here.
What I should have done, was shown her my Zen Wall. I love this wall I made with the MP's as they look so Zen like, and they grow tall; I don't think they are supposed to grow this tall but they seem to be doing fine. I love my Zen wall.
My house is small and the lots here are very small and for privacy on the porch, I needed something ~ but what? When I put the MP's out there, I wasn't thinking about making a Zen Wall, I had just put them behind some croutons, that I don't really like, thinking they might add some more color. And then they began to grow.
Sometime in that time, I got this idea to put fishing line to cross between the columns. I have used that to make a support for the Mexican Petunias to be able to stay up straight. Again, that was not my original intention, but I like the way it is turning out.
It's a privacy issue. More about the Zen Wall later. I just think things done with nature are just so much more spiritual ...
more later and a photo.
Just to tired right now.
Good Night.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
I am Just enjoying my ride ....
on this trip around the sun.
I am listening to a song by Big Al Anderson called Trip around the Sun. I'm just thinking how I meet so many people who are not really happy. And I get it. Totally. I get it that some people will never be happy; they will not allow themselves to be.
Right now, I am so happy, well, it's really like more than happy; it's like satisfied. I feel so good. And I am sitting here wondering, like, do I have a brain tumor? Why should I feel so great?
I had been irritated with myself for not meeting certain stands. I think what it was, really, is that I was having a hard time with accepting myself at this age - 62. Because you see, I still feel like I'm 24, my parents treat me like I'm 14, but people look at me like I am over a century old! It was very confusing for a second or two.
But - I'm done. I processed through all the man made cheese, and I am here on the other side of the moon, and I am (so, so, so) happy.
I got some scores settled in my mind. That's where most of the action of misery takes place! LOL. Seriously, we bring onto ourselves such misery and suffering that doesn't need to be.
I love my kids and my husband so much, I think I'm going to explode. And my granddaughter and new daughter ... oh my gosh, family can bring such pleasure to our lives, if we just accept the new things that keep going on around us.
A lot of people can't accept change. That's one of the key things for living long and being happy. It's okay if the young people do things differently.
Last week we went out to dinner for my mother's 80th birthday, and tonight we are going out to dinner for a niece's 21st birthday. Different generations that each do things differently. Different paths in this world today than before.
I need to finish getting ready. I fit into some clothes that didn't fit me last year. Don't think *that* doesn't make me happy, too! Add to that, butterflies in my front yard every day, living a block from the beach, and having the people I love close by.
It's all good.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
New to Me
eclogue \ECK-log\ noun
: a poem in which shepherds converse
Example sentence:
"Be it in the appropriation of the goatherd or shepherd in the pastoral eclogue, or the neatly controlled terraces of the Georgics, the pastoral has always been an idyllicised representation of the rural world...." (John Kinsella, The Literary Review, January 2005)
Did you know?
Although the eclogue first appeared in the Idylls of the Greek poet Theocritus, it was the 10 Eclogues (or Bucolics) of the Roman poet Virgil that gave us the word "eclogue." (The Latin title "Eclogae" literally meant "selections.") The eclogue was popular in the Renaissance and through the 17th century, when less formal eclogues were written. As our example sentence suggests, the eclogue traditionally depicted rural life as free from the complexity and corruption of more citified realms. The poets of the Romantic period rebelled against the artificiality of the older pastoral, and the eclogue fell out of favor. In more modern times, though, the term "eclogue" has been applied to pastoral poems involving the conversations of people other than shepherds, often with heavy doses of irony.
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Okay.
I did not know that.
I did not know that shepherds had a name for their poems.
The world is so full of information, old and new. Have you ever met someone who gives you the impression that they know everything? I find that so humorous. I find more joy is learning something new. It's so much fun. Those people are missing out on so much!
How boring and tiresome to know everything!
I get such a joy out of watching my granddaughter learn her new things every day. It is amazing the joy she finds in learning and discovery and how much she looks forward to it. Yet, she find a solace in what she already knows. That Daddy loves her. And that Mama loves her. And all her other peoples love her, too.
: a poem in which shepherds converse
Example sentence:
"Be it in the appropriation of the goatherd or shepherd in the pastoral eclogue, or the neatly controlled terraces of the Georgics, the pastoral has always been an idyllicised representation of the rural world...." (John Kinsella, The Literary Review, January 2005)
Did you know?
Although the eclogue first appeared in the Idylls of the Greek poet Theocritus, it was the 10 Eclogues (or Bucolics) of the Roman poet Virgil that gave us the word "eclogue." (The Latin title "Eclogae" literally meant "selections.") The eclogue was popular in the Renaissance and through the 17th century, when less formal eclogues were written. As our example sentence suggests, the eclogue traditionally depicted rural life as free from the complexity and corruption of more citified realms. The poets of the Romantic period rebelled against the artificiality of the older pastoral, and the eclogue fell out of favor. In more modern times, though, the term "eclogue" has been applied to pastoral poems involving the conversations of people other than shepherds, often with heavy doses of irony.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay.
I did not know that.
I did not know that shepherds had a name for their poems.
The world is so full of information, old and new. Have you ever met someone who gives you the impression that they know everything? I find that so humorous. I find more joy is learning something new. It's so much fun. Those people are missing out on so much!
How boring and tiresome to know everything!
I get such a joy out of watching my granddaughter learn her new things every day. It is amazing the joy she finds in learning and discovery and how much she looks forward to it. Yet, she find a solace in what she already knows. That Daddy loves her. And that Mama loves her. And all her other peoples love her, too.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Giving things up ~ Part Dos
This is part of my series of thinking about things:
1. Give up trying to understand people. It's all about acceptance and proper spacing.
At a certain point, even empathy for the way other people think or live, or whatever, is too much for one person to absolve. Accept how they are, or place yourself a safe distance from any negative feelings they give you. Negative feelings are bad. If these people make you sad, don't think about them. If they frustrate you with their constant problems, don't be close to them to talk to them. And if you have to be, buy an I-pod and use it.
2. Give up the worry about what you have to give up to do things that help you stay peaceful in your later years. These years NOW, are my LATER years. I am traveling now into my 60's. I do not have time for people's whiny ways; I do not have time for people who will not, cannot, or think they cannot change, and want to spend their time complaining about their life and how hard it is as if they have no control. Nope ~ moving on ...
Right now, I love life so much. I am going to work on keeping it that way.
I forgive everyone for the ways they have that they can't help, and probably can't help beecause they don't know how to tap into awareness and, therefore, will never have a clear picture of how they affect others, or how others affect them. No one means to hurt me, as far as I know, so then, I shall feel no hurt from useless outside sources unless I allow myself to feel it.
I am moving on ~
I love the results in my life that I am receiving from walking more often, working in my yard as often as I can, and taking my granddaughter around to walk on flowers and say hi to butterflies.
I try out new recipes because I love to cook.
I clean what I can around the house even though it is hard when the outside calls so loudly, but I do not get annoyed with myself for what I cannot do because of other choices I have made. Like yesterday for instance ~ Grandpa Des and I decided to sit outside with Shaylin for over an hour and listen to the birds, sing to her (and got the privilege of listening to her *sing*), watch her stare at us, and sat quietly with her after she fell asleep sitting there between us. *THAT* was a little piece of heaven.
1. Give up trying to understand people. It's all about acceptance and proper spacing.
At a certain point, even empathy for the way other people think or live, or whatever, is too much for one person to absolve. Accept how they are, or place yourself a safe distance from any negative feelings they give you. Negative feelings are bad. If these people make you sad, don't think about them. If they frustrate you with their constant problems, don't be close to them to talk to them. And if you have to be, buy an I-pod and use it.
2. Give up the worry about what you have to give up to do things that help you stay peaceful in your later years. These years NOW, are my LATER years. I am traveling now into my 60's. I do not have time for people's whiny ways; I do not have time for people who will not, cannot, or think they cannot change, and want to spend their time complaining about their life and how hard it is as if they have no control. Nope ~ moving on ...
Right now, I love life so much. I am going to work on keeping it that way.
I forgive everyone for the ways they have that they can't help, and probably can't help beecause they don't know how to tap into awareness and, therefore, will never have a clear picture of how they affect others, or how others affect them. No one means to hurt me, as far as I know, so then, I shall feel no hurt from useless outside sources unless I allow myself to feel it.
I am moving on ~
I love the results in my life that I am receiving from walking more often, working in my yard as often as I can, and taking my granddaughter around to walk on flowers and say hi to butterflies.
I try out new recipes because I love to cook.
I clean what I can around the house even though it is hard when the outside calls so loudly, but I do not get annoyed with myself for what I cannot do because of other choices I have made. Like yesterday for instance ~ Grandpa Des and I decided to sit outside with Shaylin for over an hour and listen to the birds, sing to her (and got the privilege of listening to her *sing*), watch her stare at us, and sat quietly with her after she fell asleep sitting there between us. *THAT* was a little piece of heaven.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Giving things up....
Ya' know, there is only so much time in the world. I can't do all the things I wish I could do ~
If I work in my yard, I don't get my floors don't get cleaned. If I am caught up on my laundry, my bedroom is a mess. If I walk my two miles, my kitchen doesn't get cleaned or dinner doesn't get cooked. If I do a massive grocery shopping, my guest bathroom is without proper towels.
If I spend time with my granddaughter, the whole world can fall down around me and I would never know! When they bring the baby over and say, "hey, do you think she could visit while we have some dinner?" -- Ha! Like whatever is going on, is over -- it's all about that baby girl and making her laugh and kissing her cute little neck. And when they come back for her, I say, "Don't you guys want to have some dessert?"
I can't do it all, nor will I ever. But I will always, always, always make time for the people I love.
If I work in my yard, I don't get my floors don't get cleaned. If I am caught up on my laundry, my bedroom is a mess. If I walk my two miles, my kitchen doesn't get cleaned or dinner doesn't get cooked. If I do a massive grocery shopping, my guest bathroom is without proper towels.
If I spend time with my granddaughter, the whole world can fall down around me and I would never know! When they bring the baby over and say, "hey, do you think she could visit while we have some dinner?" -- Ha! Like whatever is going on, is over -- it's all about that baby girl and making her laugh and kissing her cute little neck. And when they come back for her, I say, "Don't you guys want to have some dessert?"
I can't do it all, nor will I ever. But I will always, always, always make time for the people I love.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
These little feet will soon be running
As things to do on my list come around, blogging is one of things that doesn't get done because it's never on my list. I used to blog just at random, it wasn't anything I really thought about. But now, I don't know what it is about having a grand-baby, but that sure does change your time to do stuff. I don't like a day to go by that I don't look at the baby!
My nephew Jacob, whom I spend 5 days a week with, is getting bigger and will be going into Kindergarten this year. He is so excited! I take him to a tutoring session with one of the Kindergarten teachers at the 'big school' once a week. And, I have to say, it is one of the best decision his mama ever made. Mrs. Evans is the dream of mothers who are looking for Kindergarten teachers. She would be the one that you draw the lottery for and when you win, you will will jump up and shout "Hallelujah!" She has skills. She has the skills to zero in on what makes each child tick.
So, this coming August, I'll be having a little more time unemployed since Jacob will be going to school full time. Maybe then, I'll catch up on my blogging ...oh but wait, my granddaughter will probably be walking by then, and she will need someone to chase her. Oh well ... Gotta do something to keep in shape, don't we?
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