we go back
to The Pyramid
in Easter April
when Texas frogs
are lighting silver
sit-ups in bed.
some of us
we have all
“how to build
beings who show
that love’s the
only way to go.”
55 words for “Mama Z’s” poetry blog. (Please scroll to Monday for the 55.)
I really really like her photos at her “Zen of Motherhood” blog too. Check them out!!
Two of my besties in the log cabin before we headed down the path to the Om ceremony.
Some of us meeting for the first time.
Tracy going into The Pyramid.
Husband exiting The Pyramid.
Enjoying the cabin’s back deck just before sunset.
And a seventh Big Photo because I adore sevens.
arms for a
~~ Shay Fireblossom over at Word Garden is emceeing the Flash Fiction 55 this week, whoohoo!!
And since I wrote that poem today and took that photo today, I guess that ties them together fine.
Y’all take care now!
If you find
a book, or
as a child,
please read it
and smile, knowing
that long ago
we got to
play 55, a game
Could it be true — G-Man’s final 55 after 7 years?!?
AWESOME run, dude!!! Thanks for inviting so many and keeping the party rocking.
We all love you, Galen! And glad you’ll still be keeping up your blog.
EDIT on April 3rd : Shay Fireblossom of Wordgarden and The Zen Of Motherhood (a.k.a Mama Zen) will be taking over the 55 hosting, with Shay starting off the festivities soon. I shall edit-in the date and time of her hosting inauguration here very soon.
Top Photo: Me with my brothers on our front step. I was just about to or had just turned 5.
And next week I’ll be turning TEN times that old.
Beauty, Friends, Photography | Posted by Jannie on 22 March 2014 @ 11:38 AM
Enjoyed a few glorious days with friends who are nearing completion of their all-cedar yoga pyramid.
25 squares comprise the newly-finished floor, with the center one being extra-special.
Here I am in my lucky blue hat…
Once the basement cave is finished, guests will remove their shoes there, wash their feet in a stream pumped from one of the koi ponds, and ascend to the sanctuary.
Quite the place!
(That scaffolding will be removed eventually.)
Here’s a view of the pyramid from a mile or 2 away…
I managed to get a lucky (because my glasses were in the truck) zoom shot of it…
Near the pyramid is their log cabin home,
which often doubles as a hair salon,
and pillow fight parlor.
A log cabin with WiFi and all the modern creature comforts — not bad!
Wood is gathered for the fireplace.
Chickens are raised.
One hen is actually named Kelly and one is named Jannie! And Kelly just laid her first egg!!
Veggies are planted.
And the bread — OMG, the bread!!
The lady of the cabin bakes it from her own recipe.
Her pancakes are from scratch, of course!
And her soup from those organic chickens she raises.
Even Jannie, the hen will end up a feast one day.
(Hey, it’s a farm.)
A farm with a hot tub on the sunset side of the house.
From that deck you can see the stretch of road where I took the long-distance pyramid shots from!
That was my wine!
3 parting tidbits about our stay in the hill country…
I fell in love with that 8″ tall cactus,
and am ever more in wonderment that the Universe could grace me with such an incredibly wonderful friend, who for some strange reason…. seems to like me too.
What’d I ever do to deserve so much awesome??!
~~ Posted by Jannie, who hopes to see you at the pyramid one day.
Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 8 March 2014 @ 11:11 PM
until i realized
i could rejoice
for the family
who will celebrate
their childrens’ and
time that party platter
makes an appearance
all persons present
will shrink to 2″ tall,
fling off their shoes
and dance on it.
Sometimes, the plate
will find itself on summer
sunset shores where white
lights are strung along the
dunes for the dance.
Sometimes, the plate
will boast a 3-to-7 tier
frosted hill the guests
will have fun tromping
up and sliding down.
In winter the plate will be
iced over and folks will skate on it
under the full moon, some of them
falling in love with themselves and
each other for the first and the
hundred and twenty first time,
all of them happy to be there
all of them younger than now.
oooxoxxxoooo to all you sweet peeps.
P.S. The 14″ diam. plate shipped last week to Nancy in Illinois. I bet she can bake!
P.P.S. I dedicate the sunset shores verse to Snaggletooth of Exit Stage Right whose ocean photos sparkle with hope.
P.P.P.S. I dedicate the rest of the poem to 9 days of vacation starting today! Spring Break, Baby!!! Whooooohooo.