Scenes From A Texas Hill Country Spring Break Vacation

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…

See it?

Wait…

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.

BEST.

BREAD.

EVER.

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,

those blossoms,

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.

xoxooxoxooxoxoxoxoxoo

My Computer Knows

My computer
knows when I’m
thinking of you.

I’ll be describing
something shiny
I’m selling on eBay

like china

or magic
shoes

when I’ll hear
your laugh here

and my
computer

will start
tossing its
wild mane,

rattling its
brass medallions,
and pawing at the
ground to spring
free onto some
forested trail.

other times
my computer
crackles like

a campfire,
shooting emails to
you all on its own

then
stills
itself

like a
lake after
a storm,

ears perked
and listening
for the silence
of your heart.

your heart
as pure and
as beautiful

as an
empty
church

or a
cloud
ship

sailing
on the
wind.

~~ end of poem for DVerse poets Open Link Tuesday.

xooxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxo

St. John’s Episcopal Detroit photo credit.

On Martha Stewart’s Houseplants

on Martha’s blog i see
ferns of 220 jolt green

and begonia side tables of
maple grown in coastal Maine
under many mystical moons.

her jades look happier
than kids up a tree.

her orchids are
the reason her
canaries sing.

i see she has a painting of
a waterfall, and a noticeable
lack of dust on everything.

she does not seem to have
any trim boards missing.

see how her chairs are
like evening cathedrals,

and her kitchen like
dawn on the sea?

i’ve never been invited
to a dinner party at Martha’s
but if I ever am, let’s go

together, dressed
as butterflies younger

than the first
dance of spring.

A little something for dVerse Poetry Open Link Tuesday.

Poem For The Sister I’m So Lucky To Have

one day they’ll examine
the leaves of our letters,

the vangoghed margin notes
and butterflied brush strokes

that tell the canvas-lovers
we were only human too.

they’ll sit there in libraries
and beside post office boxes
and on front porch swings

unexpectedly
lost in the light
of our laughter,

their eyes melting to mist,
their faces growing
steadily younger.

~~ end of poem (which yes, is about 55 words, for those of you playing.)

Those are a couple of cards and a bookmark my sister made and sent me this year from jail where she’s been serving 6 months for a lesson she can learn from.

(Lord knows, we’ve all had lessons to learn.)

She’ll be out in a couple weeks.

Rosie’s a sweet sweet awesome person.  I love her so much!!

And she’s the real visual artist of the family, as you can see.

Even her handwriting’s a painting.

Blessedly, Mom and Dad and Rosie’s 2 kids have had these wonderful months to hang out together!

And everything’s okay.

xoxoxooxxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

For 30 Years…

For 30 years I searched
every face in every airport
and train station for yours.

For 30 years I waited
in cafes and grand piazzas,
on balconies and beaches.

I dipped my eyes into
every city I thought your
laughter could be hiding.

Left my smile’s shadows
in baskets on doorsteps
in Paris and Dublin.

Sometimes I’d see you
on the other side of the
glass, clearing Customs

or your airplane
would be heading
to Alaska as mine
was heading back
to The Southwest.

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 lilies
I only had to open
the eyes in my
heart to see.

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!!

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Lilacs and limes painting from a free background site.