10/10/2007

Autumn, 2007

Hello Dahlins,

It's been AGES since I've posted, and I just wanted you to know that I'm STILL HERE. Brenda will be posting a new photo of me caught at my desk as proof of my existence on this plane.

I have been writing, writing, writing, and writing. In between writing, I write. No, really, seriously: in between writing, I take a second to "powder my nose," then I resume writing, writing, and writing.

Okay, there you have a lot of it. But... to keep me company is always Mercy, my little female Cavalier King Charles spaniel. She plays "hard to get," but actually lives to climb into my lap and fall asleep. She'd love to do it while I am writing, writing, and then writing. But she is really a TAD bit too large for a lap dog unless I am anchored well.

Outside the French doors to the south of my computer is a Satsura (SP?) tree that is ablaze with gold. The sheep are quite content, having just been moved into a new pasture. The small oaks lining the lane are turning color a bit each day. I hate to miss even one day walking outside because colors change so fast.

The sunflowers took OFF this year -- many of them higher than the first floor. As you probably know, I consider sunflowers to be the face of God. But the face of god is in so many places that I hesitate to single out only one. But since the sunflowers are still blooming,and we are drying the ones we have "harvested" by hanging them indoors, upside down all along the banister to the second floor. Sunflower is much a companion.

It's middle of the night, and I just wanted to say hello. I have thought of you dearies a zillion times, and just have not written. Hard to imagine because I used to post every full moon!

I'm praying for you all, and ask that you send special prayers for several people close to me, and to all of the people affected by the tragic murders that have occurred not just recently in the U.S., but the murders which continue to take place under the name "War," which is supposed to legitimize murder.

As you can see, there are many reasons for choosing pink and blue colors for prayers. We need those colors when we pray, because we pray for so much that is dark, sad, and often unnecessary suffering.

Yes, and the big pot of yellow mums on the porch outside calls out "NOW! BE. HERE. NOW." So I write, pray, listen to the mums, adore the sunflowers walk down the lane passing the small oaks, enjoying the love of a kind friend of long-standing who has been visiting for a bit, taking care, making us laugh, helping out with such critical parts of making a new novel as BRINGING ME AN OMELET.

Oh! It is Autumn, 2007. We are on this planet together, and ain't we got fun?

Kisses and Hugs and
84,000 Blessings,

Rebecca