Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Giant V's in the Sky

When I was a girl, it was an event to see geese flying overhead.  First, you would hear them.  We would call out loud for everyone to come see, and outside we'd all run, to look up at the spectacle in the sky.  Giant V's. ( Just for me, I mused, since my first name started with a "V").  Living in the city, it was a random site.

Today, as I was saying good-bye to company out on the driveway, I heard the familiar honking.  Looking up, we all gasped at the enormous numbers of geese---flying V's.  It must be getting really cold up north, we reasoned.

We usually have small groups that stay in this area all winter.  Mostly the Snows, (Snow geese), and the Blues.  They actually fly together, and hang out together feeding.  Then, there are the Canadians.  The pastures that surround us fill up with the travelers.  They stay for a week or so, and then will move on.  There's lots to feed on here...but, still a bit cold for them, most likely.

Last year, was the most spectacular sight of the long-haulers, I had ever seen.  There was not a square inch of space left in the 80 acres next to us.  The sound was overpowering!  But, that was only part of it.  Up in the sky overhead were tens of thousands of geese.  Numerous flocks flying in big circles, as if in a holding pattern, waiting for a spot to land.  The flocks were layered above and below each other...separate groups waiting their turns.  Just amazing!  I tried to photograph, but absolutely could not capture the enormity of the scene.  So, took the picture in my mind...

In the Spring, we'll see the "pairs", who chose to stay, near the ponds, and watch them raise their young.  They really are quite an enjoyable feature, here in the outlands.

Maybe someday, I will look into geese factoids.  Why do they fly in "V's"?  Why this, and why that?  For now, just content to watch in awe...the giant "V's"...Giant V's, just for me!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Spirit of Christmas

Spirit of Christmas...it's not a real thing, right?  Just a spirit.  When I was a kid, my mom always talked to us about the Spirit of Christmas---making it last the whole year through.  But, really, just whom was she kidding?  Two days after Christmas, all bets were off.  There were arguments, and attitude, that "deserved" moodiness, downright well.. bitchiness, when it came to my sisters and me.  I have five of them.  Then, there were all the younger kids....always a test of patience, were they.  Six are younger than me.
Promote the spirit of Christmas...I really liked the whole concept.  But, sisters can be the most infuriating creatures on the planet.  And if they are older--forget about it--you win nothing...ever.  Somebody or another, was always mad at somebody else, or another, about some thing, or another, somewhere in the house, at any given moment.  Chaos and confusion in the asylum.  Pretty status quo.  So...Spirit of Christmas, I guess it was a great  "idea"---"treat others how you would like to be treated", "it is better to give, than receive", "share and share alike"....and so on.  But, we just never seemed to get to that point--the place where we could try out those lovely philosophies.  It was more like, "hit the trenches", "prepare for battle", or "wave the white flag"...not, "isn't it a wonderful life?"  But, I wouldn't trade that experience for anything.  Good lessons.
Now, we are all adults, and far into living our own lives.  We siblings share a spirit.  It's probably the Spirit of Christmas.  We are connected, not only physically, but also, spiritually.  We have become a family again.
I like to think of the whole world as one big family and even maybe, someday, we all will live like one...as grown-up siblings have.
My heart returns every Christmas---to this "Spirit".  And though, I don't particularly like the whole maniacal approach to Christmas, the Spirit of Christmas is real.  It is a truth that is right in front of us, for the taking, for the giving.  Look around from your perch and see.  Reach out with a smile!  Touch a heart, a soul unexpectedly....Find the spirit in you...share it with others.
May the Spirit of Christmas touch everyone throughout the entire year!

Feasting On Infinity

Oh, to be completely free,
and live my life entirely,
ways, my dreams, I view to be,
sharing all, with only thee.

Rendezvous as such, do we,
grasping this serenity.
Encounters fresh, to joyful glee,
from now, until eternity.

Linger long, the two, as we,
surrounded by the deepest sea,
with skies above ability,
to hold us ransom, gracefully.

Falling stars for you and me,
tickling winds, effectively,
while all around, such lively be,
sounds to drift off, sleepily.

Sunlight quite expectantly,
pulls open eyes, enough to see,
sunrise whispers magically,
what colors our reality.

Together let us always be,
friends who share a secret key,
to life's originality,
unlocking perpetuity.

written for my friend....
by vls, 11 Oct 10.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Ring Out, Wild Bells

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
(a Christmas poem written in 1850)

Mingle All The Way

It's Christmas!  The best part about the holidays is sharing with family and friends.  I am aware, however, that many do not have family close-by.  Loneliness is a not a good experience now, particularly, or ever, I suppose..  I have spent the holidays alone a few times.  The circumstances dictated by a lack of funds, usually.  Not enough money to get home--to buy gifts--participate in the hoopla.  That was when I was younger.  I was terribly homesick and needing my loved ones.  Always, some wonderful chain of events, would bring someone to my doorstep...someone to share the day with.  I, at once, would realize that Christmas isn't about gifts, food, places of wonder, but rather, about sharing yourself.
If you know of someone, who is alone through the holidays, reach out.  Knock on their door.  Ring them on the phone.  Make an effort.  It will fill you, and them, with the spirit of love.  Love is what Christmas is all about...

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Lunar Eclipse/Winter Solstice 2010

I live for stuff like this, and was bummed when the forecast was to be cloudy.  No way to view the event; it was out of my control, so I went to bed, planning to sleep right through, this, that only occurs twice in a millennium--sigh...

At 3:45 AM, I was awakened by my dogs wanting to go out.  When I opened the door for them, I realized that it was pretty bright.  So I stepped on outside in my nightie, barefoot, to look up overhead.  Though still a veil of clouds, I was able to see through it enough, to see the tail end of the eclipse.  It was magnificent!  I stood and stared as long as I could bear the cold, then ran back in, to the warm and snuggly bed.  Satisfied.

Next evening after the eclipse, I was returning home, and happened to look east-northeast.  Such an incredible sight!  That big full moon was rising over the horizon.  It was pumpkin orange, and the biggest moon I had ever seen.  I kid you not!  As I stood and watched it slowly climb, thin streaks of clouds stretched in front of the glowing orb.
Colors began blending into shades of pinks and grays.  I took a picture with my mind....

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is love.
Forgiveness is the greatest love.
Forgiveness is the biggest step we take in our lives, to learn.
Forgiveness is giving and receiving, at the same time.
Forgiveness is bare, raw truth...acceptance of truth creates the desire to forgive.
Forgiveness is a circle.
Nothing exists that cannot be forgiven.
All things that need forgiveness are actually great gifts, tools to learn, blessings for growth...

A Catholic School Kid

I attended catholic school, living just a hop, skip and a jump from the church grounds, which included the school, the church, the rectory, and the convent.  While that was great when I was young, it proved a bit unsettling later on, being under "the eye" of  "the godplex"...couldn't get away with anything, without the whole parish knowing by Sunday morning.  Not that I was a bad kid, in fact, I was nicknamed "goodie two-shoes", but I had eight brothers and sisters, and everyone on the southside knew of our family.

Prior to living across the street from the school, my huge family somehow managed to live in a two bedroom house, about a mile walk to school.  And walk, we did.  My parents built the new house which had six bedrooms.  We actually only used five of the six bedrooms--the sixth was a spare.  For what, you may ask.  Exactly.  To rent out, apparently.

One day at school, my teacher asked our class, if anyone knew of a room for rent within walking distance of school.  Light bulb going off.  When it was lunchtime, I ran home and told my mom what my teacher had asked.  Mom had me tell her to come over after school, and she would talk to her.

Miss Driehaus was like the Pied Piper as she walked across the school grounds, being followed by some eight or ten kids.  I, being in the lead.

I don't know what mom and my teacher discussed specifically, as we kids, were not allowed to listen in when adults were having a conversation.  But, the room was acceptable, and my teacher moved in.

And so began, three years of my favorite teacher ever, living in my house.  I was ten.  She was young, fresh out of college, and beautiful.  Being from Chicago, she returned there each summer.  In the fall, she would come back again to teach.

To this day, we are still friends!  I love you, Miss Driehaus!  

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Friends

Friends are my ground.  When I soar up high above the ground, I see them there below, cheering me on to reach heights, unattainable without their push.  Friends, knowing what to say and when to say it, often give me moments to pause.  Words they give, are brilliant and timely.  They know me so well, that I couldn't possibly know what to ask...and yet, they are already giving it.  Friends are love personified.  Friends encompass all areas of my life, from very personal and private, to out there, edgy and very visible.