we go back
to The Pyramid
when Texan frogs
are about to light
are doing morning
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 her Monday’s post.)
I really really like the photos at her “Zen of Motherhood” blog too. Check them out!!
In the log cabin before we head down the path to the Om ceremony.
Some of us meet for the first time.
Tracy going into The Pyramid.
Husband exiting The Pyramid.
Enjoying the cabin’s back deck later.
And a seventh Big Photo because I adore sevens.
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.
Five Capodimontes all in a row
soon to adventure by U.S.P.O.
Italian demitasses mailed far away
to five special ladies for this Mothers’ Day
One to my sister, four others to old friends
Two of whom are depicted here on the ends…
That’s Kelly’s Godmother in pajamas on the right
Kelly’s Godfather Mitchell does dazzle in white
Yes, Jim was then and still is so handsome
Quite the carpenter and man — can he dance some!
The littlest dude back then was just three
The shortest gal there — yep, that was me
A toast to the sunrise in North Caroline
Little Dude’s now eighteen and I forty-nine
Five Capodimontes, but a sixth’s on my shelf
Heck yeah, I kept one of those beauties myself!
Will six cups be reunited? I really can’t say.
But I’ll drink and think of those friends every day.
~~ end of poem.
And should you ever like to partake in the pre-breakfast drinking ceremony called “Solar Oops,”
face the sun, put your right foot out, raise your glass in right hand and say…
“Solar oops, ein klaren dag.
annen hinnen mit bingen slag.
oop mitt merken, hanne pa berken.
alle sommen — skool!!”
(Or a reasonable facimile thereof.)
It’s Danish, I think?
It basically means “Life’s good. Let’s drink!”
And this just in… for Jannie this year
An iPad-made card from someone so dear!!
All of you, you Mothers or not… blessings and much laughter today and always.
Friends, Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 6 November 2012 @ 2:55 PM
let’s laze in bed
coffee into faerie rings
we’ll dance around
all day and half-past
the marshmallow moon.
let’s sack race down
a curtain of sun to the
land of never-ending
cake baked by butterflies
with sunrise stained-glass
church window wings.
let’s RSVP to the starfish
by text that, yes — we shall
soon waltz at the wedding
of ocean and sky.
and when we’re older,
let’s grand jete up the
aisles of old photographs
smiling at us from baskets
and boxes and cedar chests
on the shelves of our hearts.
~~ end of poem for dVerse Poetry’s Open Link Tuesday.
Photos taken Saturday at my pal Suzie’s.
She designed and made those starfish from cardboard herself!
Still can’t believe I’m this lucky she’s my friend.
Beauty, Friends, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 28 August 2012 @ 1:40 PM
For 30 years I searched
every face in every airport
and train station for yours.
For 30 years I waited
in cafes and corner stores,
on balconies and beaches.
I dipped my eyes into
every city I thought your
heart could be hiding.
I left my open smile in
baskets on doorsteps
in Paris and Dublin.
Sometimes I’d see you
on the other side of the
glass, clearing Customs
or passing my airplane
heading to the North Pole
as yours returned South.
Sometimes you’d be
an ivory silk scarf left
on a park bench.
Or the first tinge
of yellow on the maple
at my attic window.
Others you’d be the
first snow or a strain of
“Angie” on the wind.
But you were always
the lilacs and ladders
leading to spring.
Always the portal
to these moments we
are now reunited in.
Posted for dVerse Poetry Open Link Tuesday.
For a dear dear long-lost teenhood friend I’ve recently been blessed to hear from again via The Net after 30 years!
He saw one of my singing videos on someone’s blog and — voila!!
Lilacs and limes painting from a free background site.