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The Colorado Lilypad!

It’s been a while since I have posted.  I’ve been busy.

First the home.  It’s a place of peace and warmth.  Thus far I have filled it with all the things I love: my music, my art, and warm natural woods and sounds.

As I type this I’m watching two yellow-tailed hawks circle outside my window.  Thus far I’ve seen cougar tracks, dozens of deer, a whole flock of turkey, rabbits, foxes, and a bazillion birds who have taken up residence because I feed them.  There is no sound here but the chirping sounds of birds and the wind in the trees.

I am going to be doing all sorts of land and garden improvements to the home.   I am turning the pond into a Monet pond, I’m doing a large labyrinth in the front yard, there will be a salsa garden this year, and I’m turning the backyard into a rock garden. I will be sharing with you as I do these.  I take any and all suggestions for ways to do things better so I hope you will follow me and chime in with your expertise as you see fit!

I have fallen into Heaven.

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Cairns
The Center of the labyrinth.
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View from the front East side. I’m standing near the massive ponderosa.
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View from the loft lobby
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This may be my favorite room. This sunroom is south facing and faces the pond
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Greenhouse filled tothe brim with plants for the salsa garden
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Basement bedroom
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Dream Catcher dead center in the middle of the home.
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Sunset meditations

 

 

 

 

 

A Wintry Day

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark
December
I am alone
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island
I’ve built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain
I am a rock
I am an island
Don’t talk of love
But I’ve heard the words before
It’s sleeping in my memory
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries.
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Irish Blessing

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May there always be work for your hands to do,

May your purse always hold a coin or two.

May the sun always shine on your windowpane,

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.

May the hand of a friend always be near you,

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

 

 

I bought a cabin

I recently bought a cabin in Hesperus, Colorado.  I love it thus far.  I intend on making upgrades to it, including meditation gardens.  I will be documenting the changes here on my blog.  I’m a green thumb and am super excited about the greenhouse.  I also don’t mind the sauna and jacuzzi.

Oh!  I also have a big huge pond!  Pics of that coming.

I purchased all of the internal furniture on Facebook Marketplace for $2,630.  Including a baby grand Wang Chung.

I will be bringing in solar panels to provide energy source for both home and pond.

Meditation

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing – just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park? ~Ralph Marston

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After the Storm

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And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
On my knees and out of luck,
I look up.
Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won’t rot, I won’t rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won’t rot.
And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.
But there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
And now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true
But oh no more.
That’s why I hold,
That’s why I hold with all I have.
That’s why I hold.
I won’t die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I’ll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full and man so small.
Well I’m scared of what’s behind and what’s before.
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair. (Mumford & Sons)