Thursday, July 31, 2014

The Voice

I was so excited when this book arrived in the mail
 "The Voice"
by Kaveri Patel.

I can remember when I first starting reading her blog
about 5 years ago.   Her poems always touched my heart in a special way
and even though I have never met her in person
I feel as though I know her and by that I mean
know a big part of her heart and a lot she has experienced
in her young life might have been this one at another time.
Remember many times making the comment to her
"you need to write a book."

She lives in California, a practicing physician and here
this one
could be her mother and lives at the edge of the woods
in Northern Tennessee
at this time of her life.
Often have the thought
that life is so special to bring people like this into our lives.

This is Kaveri's third book
and I smile as I type away at the moment
with thoughts of how proud I am of her....

Her first book "An Invitation" 2011
second, "Under the Waves" 2012

and now "The Voice" 2014

You can find out more about her and her work at:

In her first book "The Invitation"
among her acknowledgments
she mentioned my name :)

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

His Words Are a Gift

When I started writing about 6 years ago
I wanted to share about some who were so
important to me in my growing up years,
those that passed on before them
and stories shared by
 my mother and grandmother.
These entries were mainly for my grandchildren
and some pictures and stories I shared
were new to my children

An important contact was a second cousin.
The grandson of my mother's sister.
He shared so much valuable information
with me and sent copies of genealogy research
that he had done.  I am ever grateful for this.
I have passed on to my children
where most of this information came from.

Such encouragement were his words when
I was trying to decided whether to leave my city home,
follow my heart and move
back to my country property.

"The cabin can be your final creation as a builder in the physical sense,
while at the same time serve as the nurturing point for your new love of writing.
Let the closing of one door serve as the opening to another.
I think you will find having a retreat in which to escape and create,
putting thought into words, will prove equally as pleasing as that received
from the love and devotion you spent in building homes.
Buildings can impress, but words can inspire.
So build your cabin and continue your journey, until the last leaf has fallen."

Yes, 2 months (1/2009) after this was written to me, clearing woods and construction
on my cottage began.  I upgraded from a cabin to a cottage :)

This is his comment on the poem
that I shared yesterday
"The Moment"

"Enjoyed the poem.  So true.  The only thing we own are our memories and even they
often betray us.   I sometimes sit in my great-grandmother's rocking chair, the one she
rocked my mother in as an infant, and I am deafened by the silence of those who have
already passed.  I look at the various items which were a part of their lives and which
their hands touched.  I still think of them as theirs,  I merely their caretaker, till others
come along to fill the position in years to come."

My reply   " You have such a way with words, we are alike in many ways
                     and you are young and I am old."

His reply
made me smile    "You too have a way with words and are much like a poet with your thoughts.
                               Yet, I am not as young, nor you as old as our years would suggest.
                                For in many ways I am much older then many who are my age,
                                while you are much younger then many who are yours"

Thank you
special cousin
your words are a gift to me
I do believe
you are much wiser then you think you are......

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Activity Constant

Recently the young man who cuts the grass
moved my bird feeder.
Wanted it closer to my bedroom window.
Because of some rain the ground was soft enough to dig it up
when it had been in that location for 4 years.
Such a pleasure when sitting at my desk
to view the constant activity.
I might add on this Sunday afternoon at 2:00 it was over
100 degrees on my deck
Hopefully rain expected tonight and cooler tomorrow

Saturday, July 26, 2014

The Moment

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the center of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper, You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time,
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round....

~~~Margaret Atwood~~~

This poem speaks
to this "One Woman's Heart"
in a thousand ways.

There is so much I do not know at this time of life,
mostly about health issues and relationships.
I will continue doing all I know to do
about these issues.
One thing I do know is
I have landed in these late years
exactly where I am suppose to be...

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Don't Laugh

Someone told me about these gloves.
Looked up on Amazon and ordered a pair.
Small size arrived and
snug but could be a little tighter.

On the nights that my hands ache with arthritis
I will put them on.
If they do not help
they can be used for gardening or warmth in the winter.

Also use Arnica Gel which is excellent
but in recent conversation with my local pharmacist
I asked if there was anything else he would recommend?
He said that a lot of customers shared they liked
"Amish Origins" so ordered that also...

Arthritis pain has arrived, staying
and pleased to find anything over the counter
that helps to relieve pain.

Will add like in the past, my youngest granddaughter
tells me "grandma it could be worse."
I agree...

Computer problem of continually going offline and card in dormant
hopefully will be solved soon with a new Sim card being sent to me.

My computer and I are close friends
and not pleasant to have problems...

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Luxury From Nature

Is there anything with a more beautiful scent then
clean sheets hanging in the sunshine all day
and have been blowing in the breeze?
I consider it a gift to me
from nature along with these Phlox
that seem more beautiful this year then in the past.
Some words that caught my attention this early morning
and were transferred to my journal.

"Empty handed I entered this world.
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going
two simple things happening
that got entangled"

"Pursue happiness from inside out
the only way that makes sense"

Kaz Kozan Ichkkyo "Coming, Going"

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Grilled Eggplant Caprese Salad

Every since I cut this recipe out of  "Cooking Light" magazine
have been looking weekly for a small Eggplant.
They are always so big and need the size for just me.

In Nashville the other morning picking up my little girls
and always stop at the Mennonite produce stand.
There it was, just my size, along with fresh tomatoes, peaches,
yellow squash and green beans - I made my purchase.

On hand, olive oil, garlic, balsamic vinegar, sea salt, fresh mozzarella cheese
and loads of fresh Basil - which I will cut in ribbons.

So this sounds so good and reminds me of an eggplant sandwich enjoyed when my
son was visiting.

I will broil peeled and sliced eggplant in oven (for 10 minutes)  since I returned the grill I thought of  purchasing.
Then will put eggplant, tomatoes, cheese in dish and cover with the olive oil, small amount of
balsamic vinegar, sea salt and cover with my fresh Basil.

Along with the rotisserie chicken purchased yesterday
this sounds like a winner to me for my Sunday meal.