Bully, Bully
It seems adolescent bullying is under a microscope, but I haven’t heard anyone speaking about adult bullying… Continue Reading…
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Ms. Ma and the Music Lesson
I never knew if her name was Ms. Mar, Ms. Maher, Ms…definitely not Miss…but, she was our grade school music teacher…and we called her Ms. Ma. Continue Reading…
Margaret And The Halloween Sea
Poor Margaret and her husband, or consort, Oliver were on a sloop off the coast of Maine traveling to Boston. Oliver drowned and Margaret died of exposure before reaching shore on October 31, 1803 when the sloop ‘Hero’ was capsized by a gale off the coast of Kittery.
I lost my life in the raging seas,
A sov’reign God does as he please.
The Kittery friends they did appear,
And my remains, they buried here.
Yeah, the fine people of Kittery may have buried poor Margaret, but not in the main cemetery grounds, and not without feeling the need to pat themselves on the back for burying her. Though now her grave site is kept neat and mowed, I was there over 20 years ago when Margaret’s stone was overgrown.
You have to walk to the back edge of the cemetery and down a hill to reach Margaret’s stone in the last patch of flat land before the earth dives down to the sea.
Heirloom Apple On The Tree Photo
Along the crumbling stone wall,
beyond the back fields,
grows the persistent remains of an old Apple Tree
with ripening newborne fruit on ancient gnarled branches.
Fibromyalgia
I’ve always been considered ‘sickly’. Now in my mid forties I find the issues of my youth are slamming up against the issues of aging. Feeling a bit battered between the two I haven’t been contributing much beyond photographs to my blog since August.
Brain fog seems to reign these days and my body limps along without ease. I should have bounced back from my bout with Bronchitis in January but most days are still sedentary with knitting in my lap.
Finally, a Fibromyalgia diagnosis fits all the pieces of forty-plus years of pain and illness into one picture that I now see complete . I could only see the edges of a pile of intricate pieces before reading about Fibromyalgia.
Physical therapy, specifically Aquatic Therapy is my saving grace. Twice a week, when I am able, I work out in 92 degree F water. Being released from gravity for an hour in warm water is so beneficial for emotional as well as physical well being.
Well being is the bottom line.
Animal trail in Maine Snow
I have altered this photo to try and enhance the prints in the snow.
You can see that this trail is used by different animals over different periods of time.
Endometriosis
I had a complete hysterectomy when I was 28 years old. I began having pelvic pain and related issues by the time I was 14 years old, and after many years of medications, surgeries, herbalists, meditation…anything…including six months on a Prostate Cancer treatment…before reaching the conclusion that a hysterectomy was the only remaining answer for me.
I do not have children. I chose not to have children. Having a condition with no cure and minimal relief, plus the enormous fact that Endometriosis is hereditary…I was not willing to pass this chronic, quality of life altering condition on to another woman.
I know the ache in your uterus to have a child, a baby in your belly, a living connection to a lover, but I also am intelligent enough to know the facts. Facts about how deleterious Endo can be to a relationship, a career, responsibilities, joy. I know the pain of Endo that can make you question your ability to remain sane through a bad day.
Wind Beneath Wings
Today, we took a break from work to try to get our kite to fly out in the recently mowed hay field. The wind switched directions several times, and though our kite flew, it was short lived and a struggle to keep the wind beneath it’s wings.
It was a delight to forget the challenges and weights of life while looking skyward and feeling the pull of the wind’s energy wanting to take the kite higher and higher. Alas, the length of our kite string held our colorful toy too low to rise into the currents enjoyed by the gliding birds who were also enjoying a beautiful September afternoon on the cusp of cold weather.
