tricked

It wasn't the moon
it was a pink flamingo
mars shines bright
but no moon
a coyote ran off with it

Reading

This blogging always has me reading a lot. Just this week Liz at; In a nutshell out of order, had me go up to the attic to find my old Fairy Tale books. I am reading Brothers Grimm now once again. Liz, my personal Fairy Tale for now is, Jorinde and Joringel. Although my favorite used to be, 'Duimpje de wereld in'. i will translate that some time, as it is rather fitting.
Today i got a comment that just said; Belle of Amherst. I still don't know what the comment reverts to. (Thanks for the nice music, Ghost) But Belle of Amherst is Emily Dickinson. I own an edition with all her poems. i don't own many books, beside field guides for flowers. To me it is interesting, that i actually own the book. I have not opened it for years????
And for just looking go to Anja
cold
She has a beautiful! photo of the moon.
And in the middle of typing this all i go outside to see the moon. It is up! and there is a brilliant star right below it.
As i haven't written the post i intended to write tonight, i do like to add here. That i feel so good that i found my old self back, the one that is always running around getting excited by way too many things. Thanks! and see you, gotta go

yyyyawn

Finally

I sing and dance again
not too feel happy
but because i am happy

Life is a mystery
is it the stories
is it the soft weather
is it the biggest moon
behind the clouds

About yesterday's black hole, which by the way, wasn't a dark thing, but really quite bright. The words sorted themselves out indeed. And the tumbling of words i felt after, was not because of one happening, but all the words of all different events yesterday, where pulled in, in that one black hole.

there was me coming home after 2 busy days
there was the hitchhiker,
there were a friend and an elk
there were emails that touched me deeply different ways
and then there was the moon and mars bright in the sky

The hitchhiker, i would not have taken him, if i wasn't traveling with my son. I choose and pick, what i pick up. After he talking, talking, he said his name is Dan Chisholm. My husband is Don Chisholme! When he got out of the car, we glanced at him getting out of the backseat. And Alexander and i both looked in surprise; he even looked like our own Don.

Then we come upon an accident scene. A car hit an elk on the highway. The friend is okay, the elk not, and the car; oh well it still ran. And that's were i make this in a short story as all the excitement is now gone. Another friend, who came upon the scene, phoned me after; they had phoned the Game Branch, they came out, and took care of the animal and at least our friend with the badly damaged car was able to salvage some of the meat.

And these emails..... oh they are private
they all filled me with love
one made me happy, you can read it's content on my other blog, the private one:)
one made me sad,
one made me glad, for having such a true friend
and one, well that one was from my 'inside man' who gives me updates on... a certain person's activities.

The moon hides too, it is supposed to be especially big tonight, with mars to the left and the beehive to the right. It is truly an awesome sight if you get to see it.

false alarm

Okay, what was i going to write;
the trees free of their load
they sprang back
to their old form
effortlessly
no more arrows pointing
to stars in the sky
no more bending backwards
becoming one with earth
just some snowballs
hanging on for dear life
Oh, i restarted my computer and everything was back to normal, everything still there.
Just an exercise in accepting the Nothingness of my existence, i suppose.
(see last post)
You know i did feel kind of a slight panic, what if...
There was also a sense of freedom in it.
Starting with a clean sheet. oh well.

Whatever

I was going to write a nice post, how all the snow is coming off the trees, how it feels so fresh.
Well i wonder if i am up for a new start here in computer world too.
All my personal stuff is gone, everything.
This is it, i have access to Internet, that's it.

one out of three

You know what happened yesterday!!!
After writing my post and talking about the headwaters of the Mendenhal River, Don said to me to me; do you want to come to Hutshi Lake tomorrow?
Hutshi Lake is the headwaters of Taye Lake.
To me that would be how miracles work, you put an idea out there and somehow it happens.
Only it did not happen :) but it almost did!
Well i did come along with him and his hunting partner, only we decided to take another direction. Can you guess?.... Yes,the Mendenhall River Meadows again. We reach the river at sunrise Just before the river, we meet some other hunters. Three of them from Australia. I like that, don't you? From all that heat down under, they are here in the middle of the snow up north.
Oh this post should have been called two out of four. Because after a few hours another surprise takes place. You maybe know by now, how my husband used to be; it had to be always his idea. Anyway he lets me show him the bridge over Pond Creek.
So at one point he lets me take the lead on my skidoo, and i have to guide them to this bridge. There is a trail, but it is narrow and not broken, as in, nobody has travelled on it this winter. We can't cross the creek without that bridge, because the creek is emerald green, lots of overflow, water on the ice. On this narrow trail we follow that now beautiful green creek. And i do find the bridge. It's under water!
Not much and we sail over it. Across we even find Bison tracks. No Bison though, which is what we are hunting.
We do search for another few hours, but no luck. But it is a wonderful day, above us blue sky and it is warmish weather. The weather did change from snowy to sunny today and weather changes sometime come with wind.
When we arrived home there was 'music' in the yard.

Not a very good picture, as the music was slow and soft, but the snow from the trees is coming down!