Friday, December 31, 2021

Happy New Year Folks


To all my friends and family,
may the new year bring with it many blessings for each one of you.
I am grateful to have each one of you in my life.

May we stand in strength, may we stand in hope and may we stand in love
May we live to stand many more days

Tuesday, December 28, 2021


 #1 - I listened to most of this on my lunch break and am putting it here in case you want to listen too or if I want to find it again.

There are two parts in this episode...dreams and getting good sleep. I am a vivid dreamer, even waking up tired! I wanted to take a nap today after listeningπŸ™‚ 

Dreams & Sleep

The fine line divides, but the light captures

#2 - I may want to listen to this one later, so I'm saving it. It may go along with my thoughts of telling all of the stories of our bedraggled humanity.

Pain and Suffering

Beauty in the Ordinary went back to the children's world, to be discovered again

Today there was a tent for the Queen of her world from this post. 

Tomorrow, more rain.

May you sleep well and suffer productively!


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021

Sunday, December 26, 2021

What the Rain & Grace Gave

 She walks the narrow sidewalk, back towards the workplace

Lunch break ending, rain pouring

Her over-sized puffy green jacket keeps the rain off

of her back as she bends down to retrieve the glistening ordinary gem

the hood slipping down over her eyes, creating a world only to herself

A nearby puddle provides a place to wash away the wet earth,

which clings to the granite, regardless of the falling rain

Damp and wrapped in a paper towel, the rock makes its way home with her,

where days later the wet glistening has faded, 

but the magic has not

May you truly hear the stories from others

May you be open 

May you love the ordinary

*Thanks to Grace and Emrie for sharing magic rocks, of all kinds.

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021

Friday, December 24, 2021

Winding Down a Year


A gift in the mail came...perfect timing again. How does she do it?

How to Love the World: Poems of Gratitude and Hope

This is the same friend that sent me Braiding Sweetgrass (which I need to get back to) and this book last year  (which popped into my head the other day when Jude posted a moon!) Mole, of this book, loves cake...which I think is an important message!


Anyway, in this new book of poems, this poem really touched me. I'm sure there will be others that do the same.

I heard this song on "The Sixties at Six" local radio station playlist while driving home last week.

Such a fun song...timely and a good one for making your own with children. πŸ™‚

You Can All Join In


Here's a little song you can all join in with,
It's very simple and I hope it's new.
Make your own words up if you want to
Any old words that you think will do, yeah.
Yellow, blue, what'll I do?
Maybe I'll just sit here thinking.
Black, white, stop the fight.
Does one of these colors ever bother you?
Here's a little dance you can all join in with,
It's very simple and I hope it's new.
Make your own steps up if you want to
Any old steps that you think will do.
Left, right, don't get uptight.
Keep in line and you'll be alright.
Clap hands, move around
And make sure no one puts you down.
Here's a little world you can all join in with,
It's very simple and I hope it's new.
Make your own life up if you want to
Any old life that you think will do.
Love, yeah, it's nothing new.
There's someone much worse than you are.
Help me set them free,
Just be what you want to be.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Dave Mason
You Can All Join In lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Web results

Train crossing with "no horn" ~ Curious as to why? What factors determine if a horn is blasted or not? Why have I never noticed this particular sign in 9 years? Mmmm...

Two towns, two motorhomes - burnt to the ground, causing me to ponder How? Why? Where do these folks live now? What does one do if they are living in a motorhome, parked curbside and THAT gets destroyed? Now what? Mmmm...

she sits, silent on a mound of blankets
each day, face to the sun
freeway wall on one side, road traffic on the other
blanket heap grows through the days
wider, taller
and there she sits
queen of her world
many days go by
until the rains when the soft mountain
grows an umbrella

Holding ponds for the steam plant, one on each side
a place in the road that is bland
lacking color,
ugly by most standards
Yet, if one is lucky
and I was one morning
If one is lucky, she will see
a flock of geese take off and fly away,
over the road above her

Much of my daily drive is through areas, neighborhoods that are not easy on the eyes...
or the heart
There is trash, graffiti, industrial happenings, barren land and overcrowding, hardships of the human condition.
Stories hard to tell in the beautiful sunny California weather,
harder to tell when the rains come
but, tell them we must
We must tell all of the stories

and we must look for beauty, for the beauty is in all

*Below, also from the new book and fitting in with my current thoughts.

Promise by Barbara Crooker

This day is an open road

stretching out before you.

Roll down the windows.

Step into your life, as if it were a fast car.

Even in industrial parks,

trees are covered with white blossoms,

festive as brides, and the air is soft

as a well-washed shirt on your arms.

The grass has turned implausibly green.

Tomorrow, the world will begin again,

another fresh start. The blue sky stretches,

shakes out its tent of light. Even dandelions glitter

in the lawn, a handful of golden change.

May this winter season, however you embrace or celebrate it, 
hold beauty for you and yours

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021

Sunday, December 19, 2021


 ...if you can, I say do it!

There's nothing like Bed!

May you be cozy

May you be comfy

May you be well


Photos by CD'E ©2021 

Friday, December 17, 2021

The Days Roll By

Above is the mystery plant for this post. It grows in the corner of the courtyard. After it gets nice and tall like this, the gardeners seem to wack it down, only to have it grow back up again. Now that's resilience!

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I re-read, again, "My Peaceful Forest" by Elaine Breen this week.

It is such a delightful, dreamy, wish I was there read for me. the last time we were in Pacific Grove, we ate at Toasties, just as she mentions in her book (and I didn't even have the book yet!). I bought the book in the small local grocery store, Grove Market. I saw it in a rack near the door and had to make a purchase. at $11.95 back then, it proved to be money well spent!

After reading it this time, I finally looked up the author, only to discover that she passed away this year.

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We had a good, old fashioned storm recently. The freeway traffic was quite respectful of the weather (for once) and drove very, very slowly! I was glad when it stopped, even if we need it. Many streets in The Valley flood in the slightest rain, so this was a lot!

After the storm, the sunrises have been glorious and super bright in my eyes! Brighter than I recall.

So, I look to the sky, as I drive, on lunch breaks...I look.

I reside in the moment, thoughts begun...time rolling on.

Things begun, started, partially woven...

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After the recent 'hands' conversations and my posting of the Dream Rocket page...

I went to sleep with the thought of hands and what that has meant to me over the years. 

Photographs of loved one's hands in mine

Things that matter.

Things that define me, to me

I landed on:

The Sacred and The Inspired

scent of sage in the hills ~ sounds of a bamboo wind chime ~ sharing ~ music, so much music ~ books and children's quality literature ~ many ideas, formed in my dream, the post completely written and Hazel wrote one too. We wrote of hands and the Sacred and Inspired. I don't recall the rest of my post or any of Hazel's, but it was a lovely dream!

A beautiful new fence/gate.
Was it a giant owl in the tree...nah!
I never tire of the color of leaves against a blue sky.

Or finding faces in the funniest places!

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I listened to the NPR story below and got so curious to SEE and HEAR more about these curious pigeon whistles. I'm curious about the birds perspective about this practice. You can discover for yourself how they look and sound:




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Found this, in an old email draft: 

I remember back when
I had hair and cartilage
But I was real young
And had no knowledge

What was I thinking?

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I never tire of bird silhouettes against a morning sky. 

Through the Seasons, may you look and find something cool!


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021 

Thursday, December 9, 2021

Figured it Out

 ...I figured out how to make the "pages" show up again on the bar I threw another old one back up! lol

My drive may have been way longer and through a much more beautiful area...but I continue to look for the beauty, the lessons, the humor as I travel today.

I hope you enjoy this look back!


Tuesday, December 7, 2021


 Deb and Liz inspired me to add my Dream Rocket page back, for a while anyway.

Here is a link that may work, it is not showing up on the blog.


Sunday, December 5, 2021

A Woman's Prerogative


So, I changed my mind. What else is new?

Anyway, I went ahead and planted the four Holiday CMB today.

I went back to the Railroad Bridge bike/walking trail. It was so busy, it took a long time to wait for a quiet moment (remember, I like to be stealth!). There were many families there. In the parking lot, there was two little girls (maybe twins?) gushing over a black puppy. I thought they'd be great candidates, but they never left the parking lot. I finally figured out this was the meet up place to pick up their new pup. No wonder they were gushing!! Then there was the family with two young boys & their bikes. i helped explain this new to them bike path when the father asked if they could ride there. Of course! I thought they'd be great candidates too, but they rode right past them. I sat in the little table area for several minutes, enjoying the weather of the day and the amount of activity, healthy activity. Then I abruptly stood up, deciding it was not mine to see who finds the bags, it is mine to Give them. I went home.

It's funny how much they don't really jump out at you, yet they always seem to be found.

I've left many at this trail head in the past, mostly because it is a very easy walk, there is a lot of usage of this trail and they are so easy to hang here. However, I have yet to hang one from the exact same fence post! Plus, we're supposed to (maybe) get rain on Thursday! Fingers crossed, as we could use it. I wanted to give the CMB time to get gone!

I had to hide behind some large shrubs to plant them!

This photo above shows the large shrubs/tree (in front of the parked cars) that I went behind, so as not to be seen. To the left is a bit of the cover for the table area and unseen to the right is the trail head (where I hung the Christmas stockings). The big white SUV with the hatch up is waiting for the black lab pup. πŸ™‚

It was a nice outing.

It feels challenging to write these messages, but I do find things worth saying.

I look to the natural world for solace during this silly season (as some call it).

The sky, the sunlight...the uniqueness.

A comment by Jude over at her place and my response led me on today's online search. I landed at Weaving a Life, where I explored for quite a while, remembering the Earth Loom from long ago. the YURT is completely amazing! Saskia, Grace it is a must see! The Earth Looms...inspirational. The masks a journey! I chuckled when I saw the Amulets...Yay! More Medicine Bags! I put the links here individually for easy exploration.

Weaving A Life





Season is everywhere! Silly is a kind word for my thoughts on all of this.

From over done, keeping up with the majority car decorations, to Black Santa treats to eat. What will be thought of next? At least the humor of the bottom pic was something to laugh at and maybe worth being 'naughty' for! lol Yum!

May you find the humor

May celebrate the beauty

May you have the freedom to change your mind


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021 

Saturday, December 4, 2021

Where We Find Story

The Holiday card from last year, shows up as the December 2021 calendar page.

Look at these two cutie boys. We got to chat with both of them today.

The little is looking much older and The Big is really getting grown, at almost 19.

❤️ They live in our hearts. ❤️

πŸŽ„   πŸŒ³   πŸŒ΄

I've completed two more Holiday CMB, towards my goal of 9. I'm not feeling as confident to get them all done, so it may become a 6 or 8 patch. Whatever it is, will be enough. The finger crocheting on my lunch is relaxing, but I'm too tired to do much weaving at night. 

c’est la vie 

Thanks go out to Dee for the snowy white and Hazel for the dusty red. πŸ€—

There is also Hanukkah around here. No big Holiday Open House this year, just this one photo.

May there be much good light in our world, we need that.

This is the Holiday Card from the "other Grands" this year. They choose great photos for this purpose, but of course all of the photos of him are gorgeous (jus' saying'!!).

We wonder what stories his life will hold.

I have been thinking about stories a lot lately. Story from an adult viewpoint, from a toddler's viewpoint.

Ideas for children's books keep popping into my head. 

The latest was "Loud Latkes ~ Hanukkah Through the Senses".

I have handwritten notes in various places, but have yet to develop any of the ideas beyond their initial  seeds of inspiration. Another one was inspired by the story below:

Lost Teddy

I heard this story on the radio while driving home and had formed many ideas for the book by the time I arrived! It is rather nice to have these creative endeavors tucked into commute times or lunch breaks...15 minute breaks are only long enough to look to the sky and feel the breeze through my hair...face to the sun. At any rate, these moments sustain me.

Anyway, story, viewpoint, perception...these things keep popping up and going 'round and 'round in my thoughts.

↓ When a sack (pillow?) is a person, just sitting on a bench ↓

↓ When you see a bird...

...and discover a twisted branch instead. ↑

It's all in the looking.

May you do the looking

May you embrace the light, in both happiness and sadness

May you throw some color out into the world


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021