Full Moon

Full moons are revelations.  Are you feeling a reawakening?  A healing?

The energetic that was in place at the New Moon (in Taurus on May 18) and is discharging all month long is that of "a mature woman reawakened to romance."  Things are being brought to life within us and within the world.  This moves the bridge into the Second Renaissance forward and it brings everything into further alignment with the value of life and the value of the experience of life.  It is a return to sanity and equilibrium.  The old world of dominance and systems based on power and control are dissolving and a world of brilliance is dawning.

The Full Moon adds another element to the lunar month's mixture.  So in addition to the continued dissemination of the energetic of reawakening, we now have the energy of the 12:20 pm ET/ 4:20 pm UT Full Moon at 11' Sagittarius 49" or 12 Sagittarius and the Sabian symbol of "a flag that turns into an eagle that crows."

Interestingly, right after the Moon becomes Full at 12 Sagittarius, it will move on to discharge the energy of 13 Sagittarius and the symbol of "a widow's past is brought to light."  Is the "mature woman reawakened to romance" of the New Moon a widow?  If there is something inside of us that we have "widowed" - perhaps something that we haven't been able to leave behind or forgive ourselves for - the energetics seek to heal it, to bring it to light.  If it is holding us back from turning to a better, happier way of life, it seeks removal.  This is the nature of Full Moon phases.

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This is a time for trusting our intuition.  A new friend and I have been trying to lunch for over four months.  The universe saw to it that today was the day.

Most of you have been following my Carolina wren story. When the mama disappeared for many hours early this morning, I worried.  Just as I told her she needed to get her butt back to the nest she flew by.

Dogs and Fledglings

It has been an ominous day. A dark sky, a light sky.  Sunshine.  Rain.  Just after dinner I enjoy a walk up my road.  It is a place I have walked since I moved here.  For years, I was the only one making a path where loggers used to work.  A neighbor moved in and had his crew weed wack it.  It is wider and much nicer, too.  That is the same neighbor who destroyed some twenty of my trees.  I don't much like him.  It didn't take the destruction to get to that point.  He just isn't my cup of tea.

As I walked along the path, my thoughts turned to memories.  My two cocker spaniels and I used to walk this area for years.  Before the saws, trucks hauling wood, and my new Miami neighbors, the dogs were unleashed.  Free to run up and down the hills.  Sometimes they would go on tour and it would be twenty minutes until they returned.  Chasing squirrels no doubt.  They always came back to the house.  I was always worried they wouldn't.

It isn't the same walking up the hill anymore.  I struggle to even do it.  It isn't so much that it is lonely for it is not.  It is just different.  My heart is filled with appreciation for all the years I had my little buddies.

Today's walk was different.  It appeared the rain had stopped completely so I waited a while to walk.  As I arrived at my favorite spot along the path, the area where the fox birthed three kits some years back, the skies opened up.  I couldn't get back to the house fast enough.  And, I couldn't go up the front porch for shelter from the downpour.  A Carolina wren and her four babies are in a nest there.  She has made it clear it is a verboten area.  I am a good listener.  In a week, she and her soon-to-be fledglings will have left.  The porch will be washed down because of the pollen.  It is a weekly duty usually reserved for post yoga Mondays.  I won't be doing it today.  I want her to feel peace.

On my walk, as brief as it was, I thanked my parents.  I thanked them for buying the house they chose in Woodlawn, a suburb in Baltimore.  Our home backed up to the woods.  It was in the woods that I became who I am today.  I loved it under the canopy.  From early morning to lunch and back outside until dinner.  For many years, I have tried to get back there. To the house where I grew up, which isn't so safe anymore.  But I tried to find my woods in every place I owned a house. As far from a city as I could get.  And now, I live in a forest.  The animals are an integral part of my daily life and I wouldn't have it any other way.

The darkness will envelope the dome soon.  For now, the clouds bang together.  Vibrations fill my house on a cliff.  I am so lucky.  The best part of this is that I know it!

Holes!

Since August, 2014, holes have appeared in the southwest garden. It is grub territory there and I decided to remove the gardens, giving back the land to the animals who once and still...traverse it.  I have seen every forest animal imaginable here during the day and the night.

Each morning when I would hang up the bird feeder, I checked the point, the area where the holes are dug.  Each morning I fill the holes.  The same thing would occur a few days later.  I would go outside in the early morning discovering more holes.  Now, the holes were also found along the front of the house as well as the right side of the house.

The photo above was taken before forty of the large evergreens were removed.  It is much cleaner now; more light shines through the windows. The views are long range.

Today, I added some color to the point.  I may add a firepit.  But there is a strangeness here.

I was sitting on the peach Adirondack chair this afternoon soaking up some much needed sunshine and reading The Last Child In The Woods.  After texting a friend a few photos of this area, I placed one leg on each of the arms of the chairs to ensure a nice tan.  As I was reaching for something on the ground, I dropped my left foot.  Instantly, I felt an electric shock.  Looking around for a snake, bug or something to explain this sudden bolt of electricity, I found nothing.  After examining my left foot for ten minutes, I still found nothing.  Remember, there are holes all around the legs of the chairs.  I have not filled them in.

The curious thing about this area is that to the right and close to the front of the house the ground is cracked.  Cracked as though there were something holed underneath.  The only thing that has changed was the the paving was removed along the perimeter of this side, on the cliff edge, some three months ago.  The cracked ground appeared only this week. It does not seem to be affected by rain.

In the evening, it feels as though something is being constructed under the land.  The attic makes strange sounds, the walls do, too.  It has gone on since I returned home in January, 2014.  I do recall slight noises a few years before that but nothing to the degree that I am hearing now.

Even the last few nights, the noise awakened me several times.  Could it be a...

To Be Continued ~

BMP

Back in 2007, the earthen dam at Balsam Mountain Preserve burst open.  The dam, built in a short weekend was never given the permit for which it was designed.  Simply put, they built a much larger dam than what they were permitted for.

Originally, it was recommended that a $300,000 fine be assigned.  Apparently, Balsam Mountain Preserve's attorney negotiated a lesser amount.  Apparently that happened before during a certain administration's rule.  Enter a new administration and yet another administration.  Some how, the lesser fine didn't make the media.

It is also interesting to note that the chairman of the commissioners for the county in which this happened happens to work at that preserve.  Curious?  Hmmm.

Not one to point fingers, it is well nigh time to reveal this. For my part, I don't want to vote anymore. I am profoundly disappointed in all the candidates.

Being a good citizen means being involved.  Knowing the issues.  Standing up.  My pH on this is 7.  Middle of the road.  I am disgusted with both sides.

Off to watch the rain.

Take A Peek

Upon checking the Carolina wren nest today, flashlight in hand, I saw several bare little creatures.  I couldn't tell how many as it was just too dark outside.  I took this photo anyway.

Fiddling with my tripod and camera, I still couldn't get as close as the droid took me.  Both are blurry and grainy.  I am not sure why that happens, but I will google it again to see what to do.  I suspect it is a lighting thing.  Or maybe a camera adjustment thing.

Life is springing forth in so many ways in my life. We never know how things will pan out.  We can only open our hearts, do our best and share our love and compassion.

Home: Where My Heart Is

There is a small town just outside the Great Smoky Mountains of western North Carolina.  It is near and dear to me for more reasons than I can say.  But there are things going on here that need to be addressed.

Somehow we have difficulty maintaining talented people in the county government.  We simply can not keep them.  One reason is because they are shut out.  Ignored.  Not invited to meetings.  The local boy network (local girls, too).  No different than Congress.  If you are threatening, you are out!

The other reason, and I am simplifying this, is because you are just too talented for this non-progressive community.  Locals matter more than talent.  Awful, but true.  Fortunately, not in every case.  Things go on here which aghast me regularly.

We lost a talented economist who was repeatedly left out of meetings, ignored and lied to.  We lost a planning director because elected government officials and a business manager and another department head didn't do their job.  Either!  They forget who is paying their salary.  The business manager is directed by a former commissioner and does their biddings.  Illegal? It should be.  This nitwit needs to be fired and brought up on charges.  It isn't politics - it IS criminal.

Another department head is a good ole boy.  Panders to whomever he likes.  He needs to be fired, too.

Enter the local commissioners.  Now they are considering paying $50,000 of taxpayer money to hire an auditor in the code enforcement area to evaluate the flow of work.  Excuse me while I vomit.  It is well nigh time they do their jobs.  All of them.

I cancelled my television subscription to a satellite company.  I go on Fb less and less.  Few people want to expose this.

And another thing.  The bridge connecting our two towns is rated a GRADE THREE.  Yet no one has the ***** to write about it.  Fear of losing business, classified ads, etc.  

I am so over this.  I will stay on my knoll where the view is beyond words.  I don't plan to ride on a bridge that is about to collapse.  I do not plan to re-elect any of these characters.  Unless I see some adult behavior.  Soon.

Off to enjoy my view.

Namaste Y'all

For the past few weeks, things have been up and down and all around.  I could feel the shift coming.  It was a good time to take a week and go to New England to visit my beautiful daughter.

There were lots of epiphanies, awakenings, knowings.   I felt the small earthquakes, several of them.  Felt discontent, joy, fresh, crisp morning air and walks with my daughter.

Often it is in the return home that things come to light.  The five Carolina wren eggs on my front porch have not hatched.  Yet.  Any day now.

This morning began with a call to Directv to see if they would alter the $35 a month increase for the same service I began with one year ago on the 20th.  They say I signed a two year contract.  I do not recall or see that anywhere in my notes the day I signed up with them.  I do recall the nasty, threatening, harassing sales person on the other end.  It was one long and unnecessary beat down the customer conversation.  I decided it was time to end this relationship and cancelled them altogether.  They sat I owe a $200 discontinuation fee.  I say see me in small claims court.  I will contact AARP about this. Even cancelling this company took 30 minutes.

My therapist provided a lovely massage, releasing, freeing, moving.  Then I took my friend out for her birthday lunch to her favorite restaurant in town.  It is always fun being with her.  Two friends for many years.  Sharing a lifetime of mysteries and fun.

I must admit to finding it difficult dealing with people who are not honorable or kind.  There are too many of them.  They raise my blood pressure to high levels.  I know I must walk the walk and truly wish them some since of honor.  Karma is an awful thing.  Laws of Physics and all.

It was/is a hard lesson to learn.  Listening to your gut and stay away from companies who do business in ways that do not honor your highest good.  My evenings will return to the peace I had one year ago.  I hesitated to contact these folks.  Next time, now...I listen louder.

namaste y'all