Writing from the Edge: The Goddess of Plenty

Writing from the Edge: The Goddess of Plenty.

I love this blog.  Just do.

Here is how Lorely, an evocative writer from the Wild West Coast of Ireland, captures this particular blog post:

I looked around my own small patch of earth, my generous share of the goddess of plenty’s gifts, with all its plants – flowers – beauty – healing and power.

It is all given to us, I thought, in infinite variety – to see, to hold, to use, to pleasure our senses, to heal our bodies, to quiet our minds, and – as is the way with the earth – everything links into everything else, but it is up to us how we use it, how we see those connections.

So – I pondered – let’s do it – let’s look at the bounty around us, admire it, celebrate it, share it and spread it around.

(She is celebrating her one-year blog anniversary by giving away something very special.)

For her, I add a photo of the twisted willow in my yard, Salix tortuosa.

the healing willow tree

This lady leads a rich life–she shares about gardens, dogs, Napoleon, cats, skinny dipping (!)….  wait–here’s a screen shot of her tags/categories!

Go on.  Off with you.  Go visit and stay awhile.

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stuck in traffic with Charmayne watching the world go by

Location:  a lovely island in the Puget Sound area of Washington State.  I’d been living with Charmayne for quite some time–she was my father’s 5th wife and she and I really loved one another.  My father bolted the country, leaving her behind, and me too since I was temporarily staying with them trying to recover my interrupted adult life.  (Father-stories another time.)  So, he left and I stayed with his soon-to-be 5th ex-wife.

She and I were both morose for different reasons and were either completely silly or very quiet.  We went on errands together–post office, grocery, that stuff.  We cruised antique shops–in one of her lives she was a dealer and so had very cool stuff.  We didn’t spend money because we were both broke, but we didn’t really care.

Charmayne was an artist–she designed clothes and jewelry and also created funny little sculptures.  She was kooky and smart and very funny….

On one of those days of erranding, we got stopped at an intersection with the one road/ 55mph-highway through the island:  a long slow line of shiny black hearses and 20 or 30 private cars following, lights on, crawling along.  We were in quiet mode, just sat and sat and sat and watched that line of cars.

Charmayne broke the silence:  “Look, it’s a parade, and I don’t like any of the floats!”

My dear Charmayne died at 60 years old in spring 2000 from her third bout of breast cancer.

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My friend has courage and requires the same of me

How am I supposed to act?  I want to be my regular ole self, but am more than usually keenly aware of the brevity of life.  I think of her every single day and wonder if today the chemo finally caught up with her and is making her tired and unable to do all that she had been doing.

So, I am my regular ole self, but the sadness is always there.  In the quiet moments, of which I create many for myself, I think of Mrs. Ploppy and her journey through life that at this moment has given her a glimpse of the end of her corporeal journey.  She has approached this time with humor and is unfailingly positive.  The courage she displays is … More

Chemo Charm

On Friday afternoon when we got back from her chemo session, my friend’s husband had left a note on the kitchen counter.  It said:

Chemo Charm

with an arrow pointing below to a little soft-sided pouch…

Inside was a charm to add to a charm bracelet he recently gave her.

He has apparently been buying her lovely things since the hideous diagnosis.  What else can he do to fix it?  Not a damned thing.

 

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doo-doo-doo: Changes! la la la David Bowie sing it for me!

a lot of big change in the last 18 months.  one after another, as if my closet suddenly self-immolated and now I have to buy a whole new wardrobe for my Self.  which reminds me that i “need” new shoes for my Toscano adventure.

my friend has her first chemo session tomorrow, the first of 18.  oh my god.  poisoning herself in hopes she will survive the onslaught of gone-crazy cells.   i will be with her during her second session.  just to be with her, can’t do anything for her other than that.  can’t even make her a casserole because food ain’t gonna be high on her list.  i want to draw pictures for her or something…. 

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My Peeps

I went today to see my former work partner at work, who is also my friend (we became true friends very quickly upon working together).  (Along the way, I was reminded why I loved working there–see previous post.)

She and I and one more woman made up The Coven there at work, so named cuz our husbands could feel our power when we were together bwah-hahahhahah.   That one other was laid off the same day I was, about 15 minutes before I was.   She got a new job within 3 months.

I needed to be with at least part of my group because our now-separated group of 3 recently took a big hit:  the new-job lady has ovarian cancer.  Stage 1, but an aggressive version.  She is 46.

I’m numb from the wackiness of my life recently, so I can’t exactly feel the upset.  I did finally today, very briefly, when I got to see same-job lady.  She hadn’t talked to our friend who had just passed the news to me yesterday.  We know better than to call same-job lady at work with anything upsetting–she’s a big ole softie and is private, besides.  So, I told her today.  We are both in the stage of “yeah yeah, we know, but the unthinkable that we’ve been thinking about can’t happen to her.”  No matter that her elder sister four years ago died of the same cancer.

Let me tell you how new-job lady came into my orbit.  I had been working temp there along with regular employee same-job lady.   I was making breakfast–bowl of cereal–and had retrieved my container of soy milk from the fridge.  New-job lady worked in the cube attached to ours and she and I could see one another.  That day, we may have exchanged a pleasantry or two and she was practicing her social-interaction skills, and upon spying the soy milk, casually asked me if I was lactose-intolerant.  I turned slowly to look at her, paused, and asked “Are you asking me if I have gas?”  That cemented the deal!  We 3 laughed until we cried.  Loudly!

Please don’t take that away from me.  I don’t want only the memory.  I want that woman who takes no nonsense, is so very bright, and makes me laugh like hell.

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