Crater Lake Oregon

I thought they were spring flowers

I am the last person to be accused of having a green thumb. Some days I am mostly all thumbs complete with black or yellow ink.

There are a few plants in the front of the house that pre-date our ownership and seem to survive all things. This is one example of something that has survived despite my efforts to help it thrive.

Usually there are only flowers/blooms in the spring. Now in early September, I am being graced by colored beauty yet again. How did I get to be so lucky?

I guess nature doesn't follow the same calendar we set for ourselves, nor for it.

For now, I will enjoy what there is to enjoy and see what there is to see, taking it all as it comes.

unexpected beauty

My husband and friends of his find beauty in unexpected places and can always remember where they've found it! Me? Not so much. I am lucky to identify a carnation from a rose at the florist.

The guys used to go on 'photo safaris' looking for the perfect picture of beauty uninterupted.

I think I am lucky to have had the chance to see beauty through their eyes.

Consider Yourself ... lyrics from Oliver

I never was a huge fan of musical theatre. I might have been if I could carry a tune, but the bucket I carry a tune in has a whole in it. Oh well.

I have considered myself to be an observer of human nature for quite some time. I recently read a book called "Good Grief" by Lolly Winston that makes me realize that maybe I'm not as observant as I think. She writes about grief and depression in such a profound way it makes me wonder how much she's gone through in her own life.

For now, this is the most I can consider. My apologies to the lyricist and he should be thrilled he can't hear me singing along:

Consider yourself at home.
Consider yourlef one of the familhy.
We've taken to you so strong.
It's clear we're going to get along.
Consider yourself well in
Consider yourslef par to the furniture.
There isn't a lot to spare.
Who cares?..What ever we've goin we share!

How much of the truth do you tell?

From time to time I wonder just exactly how much of the truth I should tell. See the thing is, like everyone else, I have great intuition and psychic abilities. The difference between other people and me is how much I allow myself to listen.

I listen, a lot.

Almost a year ago, I met someone who wanted a reading. Of course she wanted it gratis and twenty minutes wasn't sufficient for her happiness. It went for over three hours.

The problem?

The truth was the problem. All I could see ahead for her was financial hardship, marital strife, career change and stall, and a move she was unwilling to make.

The more I saw and heard for her, the less I wanted to do it and I found myself cornered.

We did become friends and over several months, I've let ease out some of what I got for her that first night.

Now the problem?

She is angry that I held back, that I didn't tell her everything.

I held back for my own good and my own best interest. She wasn't ready to hear and I wasn't prepared to defend myself for several more hours.

It is a circle, and now she has asked me to read again. I did it in twenty minutes, told her what she needed to know - even though it hurt her, and then I left.

I don't know how she is absorbing the information, I just know this time I went away unscathed.