Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 88

sun coming through the clouds

When you open your heart to Reiki it's like the clouds parting to admit sunshine.

After a cold night and cloudy morning, the sun's rays are warmly welcomed.

he flies through the air

One of my sons told me yesterday about his new favorite sport: kite-sailing, also called kitesurfing and kiteboarding. He holds on to a bar which is attached to a kite. His feet are on a wakeboard, or surfboard. When it's windy, the kite picks him up into the air. He flies.

He told me that he intends to do it this winter, from his snowboard.

And actually, it's not new. He's been interested in this sport for several years, and had beginner equipment. He recently invested in sturdier equipment, and intends to fly higher. With the greatest of ease, oh yeah, he's daring. 

fall

Outside I can see my breath. I smell woodsmoke. Someone has a cheery fire going. The dark sky is full of stars, planets, and one blinking airplane. I sit on the deck as Fluffy snuffles around the back yard. She's going to be awhile, so I step back inside.

Change in the weather. I unplug the air conditioners. I think about switching from dehumidifiers, fans, and air conditioners to heat. I check the oil tank, 3/4 full. I remind myself of the process for filling the tank - - and the cost: potentially $1200.

I go back out to check on Fluff. I'm wearing a wool sweater over my nightgown, and socks. Haven't worn socks and sweaters for 3 months, so they feel strange, but warm and comforting. Winter in Maine is six months long: summer exquisitely short. Fluff comes huffing up the steps. I take one more breath of the cold woodsmoke and head inside.

best compliment

Perhaps a compliment from an adult child is the best kind. Why isn't there a word for "adult child?" It sounds so funny to call one's offspring a child, when they could be any age from 20 to 80. Mine are in their 20s.

I talked to my son today. He told me about a troubled friend. This son is sensitive, compassionate, and kind. Well, they both are. Anyway, this son has many troubled friends, and tries to help them.

I said to him, "You are so kind."

He said, "I learned that from you and Dad."

garden vegetables

are the best food. Just plain, just fresh from the garden. Garden tomatoes don't taste like store tomatoes. Garden tomatoes taste like... a multiplicity of deliciousness. Same with cucumbers. Cut them up, mix together, and add maybe a little salt. Maybe a little good vinegar, that's all.

Corn fresh from the garden. Green beans. It's like you never tasted this stuff before. We eat store food all winter. Summer, ahhh. Real food.

New recipe: sauteed kale with garlic, walnuts, pasta, and parmesan cheese.

I tried to give up parmesan. *sigh* Did cut way back.

Anyway, garden vegies. Yum.

Sometime I'll write about fresh spring water v chlorinated city tap water. 

bald eagle

saw one today. It was soaring over some tall pines. I wondered first if it were a seagull, the wingspan. It came closer and I saw the dark wings, white head, and white tail. Bald eagle.

reading

and dreaming of Hawaii.

The Bishop Museum, plate lunch, and Punchbowl. 

Blue Moon

2cd full moon in a month. Blue Moon. Maybe you'll get out there and enjoy the nocturnal reflection of sunlight.

so I dreamt....

that I was working with a healer. We went to people's homes to work with children with cancer. We put our hands on them. It was good work. 

weather is changing

It's been hot and humid for 2 months. I've had to run the AC every night, and I don't care for that sound. Don't like to use that electricity.

Last night was cool and dry. I put a fan in the window and blew air in. I awoke at 3 am cold. Cold! I tried a t-shirt and socks. Still cold. Had to jump up to grab a wool blanket off a high shelf. Tossed it on top of my down comforter. Ahhh.... bliss. Warm blankets in a cold room. Good weather to sleep, perchance to dream.