Mike got his, new to him, 1979 Triumph Bonneville running, and more importantly, stopping.
And I finished a new quilt for the bed and hung an old one (vintage 1995) above.
Saturday, February 17, 2018
lunar new year
In honor of the New Year we are celebrating with the old and new.
Mike got his, new to him, 1979 Triumph Bonneville running, and more importantly, stopping.
And I finished a new quilt for the bed and hung an old one (vintage 1995) above.
Mike got his, new to him, 1979 Triumph Bonneville running, and more importantly, stopping.
And I finished a new quilt for the bed and hung an old one (vintage 1995) above.
Sunday, February 11, 2018
imbolc
Imbolc or Imbolg (/ɪˈmɒlɡ/ i-MOLG),
also called (Saint) Brigid's Day (Irish: Lá Fhéile Bríde, Scottish
Gaelic: Là Fhèill Brìghde, Manx: Laa'l Breeshey), is a Gaelic
traditional festival marking the beginning of spring.
As I type the Spring seems to have left reminding me that it is still winter even if yesterday's temperature reached almost 70 degrees and I didn't want to come inside. The garden called. Today I finished my projects, came inside, read and baked scones.
According to my Witches Datebook, Imbolc is the time of clearing the field and for ourselves a gentle invitation to tug out the stones of discontent that hinder our movement into joy and full expression of life.
Here in our lime tree a new beginning is happening, definitely a full expression of life.
I spotted her the other day while I was arranging the back porch to be a forest of buckeyes. And Aero, with his healthy cat suit enjoys the sun, despite the temperature this afternoon.
As I type the Spring seems to have left reminding me that it is still winter even if yesterday's temperature reached almost 70 degrees and I didn't want to come inside. The garden called. Today I finished my projects, came inside, read and baked scones.
According to my Witches Datebook, Imbolc is the time of clearing the field and for ourselves a gentle invitation to tug out the stones of discontent that hinder our movement into joy and full expression of life.
Here in our lime tree a new beginning is happening, definitely a full expression of life.
I spotted her the other day while I was arranging the back porch to be a forest of buckeyes. And Aero, with his healthy cat suit enjoys the sun, despite the temperature this afternoon.
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