Saturday, December 23, 2017

Winter Cheer

For those of you who celebrate something in the month of December...
Or maybe those of you who look forward to the turning of the year...

I send Winter Cheer!

We are laying low, as I have been down with  my familiar asthmatic bronchitis again.  
Only the second time this year!  Amazing.
Not to worry, I am quite comfortable in my abilities to move past this...
in its own time!

I recently completed two Christmas stockings, which are now residing in their new homes...
ready for a Christmas celebration.
They (of course) inspired some looking back at the many, many I've made since 1995. 
You can find related Stocking stories under the label "Christmas Stockings", as I've posted about them before.

This year however, I was sent the most beautiful treat.
The matriarch of long-time stocking family mentioned in those old posts 
sent me a photo of them all hanging on her mantle!

In all of these years, since I created the very first family set for my closest friend,
I have never seen any of the 131 stocking hanging in the Holiday Habitat!
I was floored to say the least!
She has created a lovely tradition that blooms every December at her home,
filling it with family, tradition and joy!

I am honored to be a part of it all!

Olivia's Mama gets a stocking!
 The above stocking went to the ever-expanding first family!

A new sibling arrives!
A pocket on the back, like his older brother has!
Below, the glorious photo, overflowing with holiday happiness!

Christmas Decor!
I have some new plans in the works for the new year,
but I'll save that for the next post!

May you find the season to be all you love and hold close,

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017

Sunday, October 29, 2017


"The best way out is always through." -Robert Frost


Sometimes it is a crossroads, other times it is a vast wilderness that you wander around, or through...or all of that.  It just depends.
Sometimes tragedy weighs you down or lightens your load, or both.
It is different for everyone.
It is different moment-to-moment or day-to-day.

Sometimes you embrace others, while other times you work through the tangles alone.

I guess there isn't one right way because feelings are too layered and too complicated.
And they change over time.

Things change.
You may know someone for a lifetime...for a while...for a moment.
You may never really know them, even while you do.

In the end it all just is.
And how or if it matters is yours alone

It is ours to live
and die
and live...

May we all have what we need on the journey
May we be able to help others with what they need
May we all, in some way, be powerful enough to soar
In the end, may we find and hold peace in our hearts, even if that's hard to do

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017

My grandson's father was killed.  They are moving through this time of grief.  Those who know them move through this time too.  We offer love, support and a donation if we can.
Every loss, is a loss.
Healing required.
Here is the link to their Go Fund Me, if you should want to donate to that healing.

The above video is a partner (in my mind) to this one, recently posted by my daughter.
I have posted it here in the past, years ago.
Bekka brings it home to her listeners.


Wednesday, May 24, 2017

For Mo

The past few nights, I've set aside
my most recent technique to quiet and still
the monkey mind while falling asleep.
(more about that another time)

I lay very still, burrowed deep into the covers
warmth surrounds me
My eyes quietly close
I am resting

My mind's eye sees Mo's place,
delicate, old and
in need of special magic from many

I see myself pick up a bodhrán drum I once saw,
beautifully painted with a howling wolf

I begin a steady beat
first in my heart, moving throughout my whole being

I begin silently chanting

Hey oh, oh
Hey oh, oh
Sing a song
for old lady bones
Tunnel below
Tunnel through
Ain't no place 
for old house bones
Ain't no place
to hold these bones
Hey oh, oh
Hey oh, oh
Hold her strong
Hold her long
Sing a song
for these old bones
Hey oh, oh
Hey oh, oh

My voice silently drifts off
I am still
Dearest Mo, may the good thoughts/actions/prayers/magic of many carry all of you through.

Below is a link for the type of drum I mention if you are so inclined.

May the chants of the nights carry you through your days,

Monday, May 22, 2017

Small Stone #7 and Huell's Passing

 Small Stone #7

Lights alive and moving, red, white, green and some yellow.  People out and moving, surprised at how many.  Information streams into my car cocoon, coasting along.  All at once I hear a familiar name.  Tuning in...a report of the death of a beloved public personality.  Shock.  Sadness.  Traffic flows.  Tears flow.

January 7, 2013

I met Huell Howser once, very briefly...just long enough for a photograph.  It is a memory I treasure.  I was so sad to hear of his passing tonight on my way home.  You can read of his passing here.
If you are not familiar with him or his work, there is much you can explore here on the web.  He was a very special person.  That's enough for me tonight.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

More Stuff

I pulled out my Mama's sewing box, looking for something.
It is not the box from my childhood, 
it's a replacement of hers from my adult years.
I hold no attachment to this box.
I thought I didn't have a connection to what was inside either.
Then I opened it and my Mama's scent drifted out to greet me.
October will be 9 years since she died and yet, her scent still 
permeates everything she owned.
The material belongings her family now owns.
We all say this.
Open a drawer, a box...unfold a letter and there she is by your side.
Her scent so light, soft and familiar
 that you can almost feel her touch as well.  
You can easily bring up the feel of her soft, veined hands.
Her ways and words rush back to you.
Her love circles you telling you that she has been there all along.
I thought I'd just be saving the wooden spools.
But it now seems there are other things to consider deep within this box.
There is a lot I won't hang onto.
Three thimbles, in varying sizes.  I've never used a thimble.  Ever.
I have no need for all of this thread.  I have my own.
Are these bobbins the same as mine?   Mmmm...
I can check, don't know that I need them though.
 Then I noticed the pink pin box and the 'made by Mom' tags. come the memories.
And, wait...that gold thread...
is that from my 7th grade Pheasant blouse from my Jr. High sewing class.
OK ~ Set that layer aside...
 Legitimate tools: useful or vintage.
Look at the prices there.
 The third layer down holds a box of every extra button that ever came on an article of clothing my mom bought (well that's how it feels, there's a lot!)
Buttons can be useful.
How many buttons does one need?

 And a hand-drawn diagram of how to thread my machine...
in the hand of young 20 year old, 
newly married and 8 months pregnant me.
I've got that memorized now.
My machine, purchased on lay-away in Reno, NV.
It cost $75.00 and took me three trips to town 
before I could afford to bring it home.  
I was so proud. 
A new sewing machine and my own JC Penney's charge card (a first too).
Cancelled that card last year or so 
when I was frustrated with the way they were handling something.  
I threatened to take my charge business elsewhere.
Employee said OK.
Long gone are the days when the customer came first! lol
I'm really fine with this.
But, you can see how one slip of scribbled on paper 
can erupt a volcano of old memories.
So, do I need most of this stuff?
Where does it go from here?
How do stop wondering if the new owner will embrace
my mama's scent as something wonderful.
Not plastic-coated!
Removed from something at some time
My old tags
"Mom" tag!

Vintage price
Now what?
Anybody want or need anything?
I just closed up Pandora's Box 
and walked out of the room.
May your own memories be sweet 
and your belongings be just right for what you want/need...for who You are.
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017

Friday, April 21, 2017

One Year Ago

One year ago we were in shock
numb from the news

One year ago right now 
were standing, sitting, pacing
Our faces tear stained
Our hearts broken

One year ago 
our voices were shaky, quiet
and riddled with anguish

One year ago
we could not imagine today
we could not imagine how to go on

One year ago, this minute
there was a hole in our hearts
forming, deepening

 One year ago today
One year ago today
One year ago today

 Today, I honor one year ago today
I remember the man we lost, taken in the wee hours when we were not expecting it
Today, as we have moved past the well-known markers of the 'firsts'...
today I remember and look both backwards and forwards at the same time

 Today, one year later
I know what was and believe in what could be

Today I honor not only my brother-in-law, Gary,
but his family as they move through their own "one year ago..."
I believe in what could be, because I believe in my loved ones.

Hold your own loved ones close as you move through your todays
One never does know what tomorrow may bring. 

With Love, Nancy
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Nuttin' But Roses


Roses, roses and more roses
and then some more.
These first two are my Mama Rose.
So beloved and changes year to year. 
 This red one above, oh it smells so sweet!
 This one too, changes color from year to year.
Sometimes lighter than others...a light delicate scent.

 But currently, it this wonderful yellow rose bush that has captured my heart!
As I walk up to the door, I am greeted by it wonderful rich scent.
So strong, I stop in my tracks to confirm a rose could greet me this way.
 They dance in the sunlight, against the bright blue sky.
Singing out happiness at the very sight of them.
How ca a welcome home be any more glorious I ask you?


May your days be filled with singing sunshine and dancing roses
and scents as divine as life itself.

I'm off to celebrate Passover with family.
I'll be bringing this favorite, first offered up by a friend of my sister's.
Here is the recipe in my Mama's hand.
Maybe you would like it too.
PS I add cilantro and use a fresh red pepper.

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017

Thursday, April 13, 2017


In mid-March my sister and I went to the Wisteria Festival.
It was my second time.  
The first was in the early 2000's with my mama.

I mentioned it in this old post from 2.5 years ago.
Looking back at this old post, it is a comfort to read the comments 
and remember those who used to come here 
and be reminded of those who still do.
We've shared many years together and I am grateful.

Walking into the festival, a door with a quote:
" We must not assume a door is closed, but must push on it.  We must not assume if it was closed yesterday that it is closed today."
~Marian Wright Edelman

You can learn more about the Wisteria history here.

*As always click on photos to enlarge

My mama's photo is being held up at the corner of the porch, where the original Wisteria was planted in 1894  Almost all of the other places it touches the ground, are runners off of the original plant.  It covers an acre of land and is in the Guinness Book of World Records!
The Wisteria against the mountains was pretty dramatic 
on such a bright and beautiful day!
Beautiful succulent in town

The festival was filled with food, art and music.
We treated ourselves to t-shirts that make a statement from Just Buddha.
I chose "Be Compassion"...because it seemed like the world, my world could use more of that and I figured I could start with me.

Old postcard from my first visit.
Time is not linear in my world sometimes,
as I travel back in memory or live in the moment or consider the future!
Haha, hey why not!
 May you enjoy your own travels!
Photos  by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017