Sunday Muse


are reflecting on the new year a little early, as there is much we wish to
the most important is to hold on to the feeling of joy that bubbles up when we
reach the top of this hill and see the sky.
matter what the time of day, no matter what the weather, no matter what
problems we are trying to work through… joy is there… at this

moment… we know… we are… almost home.

Happy Sesquicentennial West Virginia!


A Tribute to West Virginia
By Senator Jay Rockefeller
Fifty years ago, I was on the outside looking in. A young man in awe of a state knit so tightly and beautifully – a place whose people are so closely connected but welcomed me and shared their treasured home.
A place where the mountains touch the heavens and dirt roads lead to home. Suppertime is family time and neighbors always give with both hands.
Where summers mean 4-H camp and sugar maples glow in the fall. Winters test resilience and the sound of spring peepers bring us joy.
It’s a place where glass is blown and handmade quilts get blue ribbons. Buckets of blackberries end up in cobblers. Ramps have their own festival and buckwheat does too.
Where doors are held open and smiles are shared generously. Where we call friends “aunts” and “uncles” because they’re just like our own.
A state whose pride wells with the crack of the Mountaineer’s musket. Who cherishes a university that grew strong out of impossible tragedy.
It’s where John Denver sang of misty moonshine and Rocket Boys reached the sky.
Where we know the sound of train whistles and the smell of newly-baled hay in the sun.
Where we raft our rapids and fish our streams. Hike our trails and ski snow-covered slopes. Climb our peaks and camp in valleys.
It’s a state where weddings are planned around football schedules and prayers said every night. Kids catch bugs in mason jars and know the state song by heart.
Where friendly small towns make us proud and front porches have swings.
Where veterans are hometown heroes and patriotism means more than waving a flag.
It’s a place where hard work is marked by empty coffee thermoses and coarsely stained hands.
Where coal lives beneath our land and underpins a way of life. Steel has been forged and helped build a whole nation.
Where struggle doesn’t mean defeat; it inspires us to fight harder. Where tough times bind us together and we shout our successes from the mountaintops.
It’s a peaceful place where the mountains hold us close and the view from our window reminds us we’re part of a larger story – of something special.
We ache for it when we’re away. And we smile when the words “Wild and Wonderful” greet us at the state line.
On West Virginia’s birthday, I am thankful for my state. I found myself at her potlucks and in her hollows. I found my life’s passion, a call to public service, in her people – work I am deeply grateful to have done for 50 of her 150 years.
I found my forever home.

{this moment}

A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.

Please forgive our breaking the ‘no words’ rule.  The electricity came back on last evening… after nine days.  Many thanks to all of you who kept us in your thoughts and for your kind words of encouragement!   Please join us in keeping those still affected by Hurricane/Blizzard Sandy in your prayers.  There are over 3,300 families in our county, alone, still without power.  We are so very grateful to all those that are working hard to get things back up and going… both here in West Virginia and the other areas with even more devastation.

Kitchen Window Entertainment

Facing a sink full of last night’s dishes is a whole lot easier and much more entertaining, when in the company of these little friends.  The flurry of activity, their song, their acrobatics at the sink window’s platform feeder never fail to provide amusement.  Although they might make the whole process take just a little bit longer than really necessary, dishes are done with a smile on your face.

solstice to solstice :: comfort


A bird has a nest
A fox has a lair
A den is a home
If you’re a bear.
I have a comfortable old chair.

Soft pillowed blue,
a flowered cloud,
The perfect place to read aloud
to myself or silently
letting long words run over me,
letting the stories I have read
make moving pictures in head.
New chairs are nice
but mine is best.
My spot to think in
brood in
to plot in
dream in, many dreams,
to scheme a few outlandish schemes in
Kings need crowns to be the king
but me
I can be anything
any person
if I just have my book and chair.

“Comfortable Old Chair” by Karla Kuskin

response to week six of the solstice to solstice project at urban.prairie.forest
a fifty-two week project focused on the seasons – one word at a time
flickr pool – the solstice to solstice project

Spring Colours Week – Green

The true sign of spring in West Virginia – Allium tricoccum – Ramps

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough
or a book long enough to suit me.” — C. S. Lewis

moss and rock = love

fragile and beautiful – the first spring leaves

We are joining the folks at Poppytalk for the Flickr Group – Spring Colours Week.  You can check out all the beautiful contributions here.