A day of 3 Songs of the Day and 4 quotes:

When You Say Nothing At All

I woke up with Allison Krauss’s “When You Say Nothing at All” in my grey matter/inner voice – – not sure, still, just why, although as the day played out, I rather understood it better…..

But, as the ‘interaction’ portion of the day will soon retreat, once more, I’m remembering phases –

Something in Red comes to mind…

And I don’t even do red – for wardrobe, though some folks who love it swear it’s ‘my color’ – :). And I’m not looking for something to make a man stop dead, but still live around my immediate sphere – but I’m always think of this song when I’m pondering the ‘stages’ of many things – relationships, technology, skills, Life’s path, joys and challenges – –

But at end of non-hermitude moments day and back to my cave to ‘work some more’ with the silence of me own mind….HA!

I carry within me…the promise of and admonition to remember – for everything there is a season – sometimes it lasts long – sometimes, it’s but a moment –

Turn, Turn, Turn

Whether the Meanings of today’s inner music score are indicative of…

…anything in me or the greater world, in particular, or is needed, somewhere, for someone, remains to be seen – but, I had to report in/share – as I’ve been engaged recently on various fronts on the topics of songs, songs of the day and rather stuck on doing my own check in’s on this front –

For, doncha ya know?

Something might happen, in my ticker tape brain, that has meaning, but I don’t fully process it, recognize it until I examine it – and I further learn more while sharing it – 🙂

Or perhaps, one or both of us won’t –

That’s always a possibility, for this moment, now, our realities bump up against one another – me through sharing, you through reading – and in the end, on one hand, the moments are what make a life – and, in the end, I guess no matter what happens, or is happening or what have ya (I may be posting fluff during a serious to us all breaking news story I’m ignorant of…)

The collective of these moments is one that affects us all – for good or ill – at one point or another – –

Fave quotes from my ‘news’ fly by checkin with wider world about 13 hours ago –

News story link fro Tech/Biz World feed that is older, but spoke to me that provided these quotes:

“It’s one of those things where it just depends how it turns out,” says Chen. “If it turns out positively, it’s persistence. If it turns out badly, it’s stubbornness.”

“I have close friends of every race and gender identity, and from many different countries too, but I don’t really have low-income friends,” said former Blue Ridge Labs fellow Jonathan Stray in a blog post. “Fundamentally, I don’t understand poverty because I have very little occasion to talk to poor people.”


“We have companies that solve the problems of tech entrepreneurs, and that’s it,” says Chen. “If we had waited for somebody who was actively on food stamps to start this company, we might still be waiting, but at the same time, we now have three people in the company who were on food stamps at some point throughout their lives. We just hired a junior software engineer who was a user of the product when she joined the company.”

Anne Lamott Quote

This quote came to me courtesy of New Bloggy Cat – which you can visit right here in WP land – Yup, this one & the attributed author, came on my radar because New Bloggy Cat is one of my long time bloggy pals and email/snail mail pal, who ‘chats with me’ via many avenues – :).

“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”

Anne Lamott (may not be the best link for verified quotes, but I surely like them, none the less…)

I bid you adieu – for now – as I hunker once more into silence, shielded from the outside world, we all share.

We both, shall see what’s what when the next moment or morrow arrives, shan’t we?

P.S. – Hadn’t ever even heard about her, but already falling in love with the personage who has been quoted, named Anne Lamott – :).

Pretty certain I’ll be sharing some of her quotes for quite some time to come…. :D. Thanks New Bloggy Cat for commenting and sharing!

Colorado Trip – Day 4 – Mesa Verde

When Mom suggested the trip, and offered to ‘hire’ me as chauffeur, and before I had a website job to pay my portion of the trip, I overcame a lifetime habit of not asking for what I want, because I thought it asking too much —

“Can we please go to Mesa Verde?  I’ve never been able to get there, what with one thing and another.   And is it possible for us to do the 700 years guided tour?  I think if you do the tour, you get to go to some places that are no longer open to general foot traffic.”

A gracious yes was received, from a surprised traveling companion who has been to Mesa Verde and didn’t realize I had never gotten to actually go – and so, we set out early Monday morning to arrive at the Far View Terrace Visitor Center to board the bus and partake in a journey during which our guides hit the highlights of 700 years of Mesa Verde history…

We left Durango early, fortified by a fast-food breakfast, because again, leaving too early for the locally run/locally sourced cafes to be open – (durnit – remind me to post the links of all the wonderful food establishments in the area that our itinerary just didn’t make possible to visit….)

Follows are highlights – I have added to my “Bucket List” the line –

“Book 6 month stay at Far View Terrace Lodge – ask Everett, the tour guide, if he’ll give me 3 hours a week to just walk along behind him, soaking up all he knows – earn enough money to pay for both…”

Before the pics, I have to share some of the highlights of what I discovered – both about Mesa Verde and about myself:

  • Our guide was Everett and our driver was Leonard – they were fine with us calling them Pancho and Cisco – 🙂
  • Everett said you don’t get a degree in archaeology – you actually study Botany, Geology, Linguistics, Anthropology and about 14 gazillion other subjects- then, when you’ve learned all that – you can go be an archeologist – – 🙂  (that’s not a quote from him, it’s my way of admitting I don’t remember all the subjects he listed that you need to study)
  • Everett knew the name, use, poisonous parts etc., of every plant I asked about – whether it was along our trail or I showed him a picture I had snapped 1/2 a state away AND when I bemoaned the lack of native plant availability at my local nurseries, (because don’t ya know, Mesa Verde elevation is only 120 ft higher than where I live – if it grows there, hopefully, it will grow here) he said to me: “Get a BLM permit, schedule a time and bring your pots – they will help you find the plants you want and you can harvest some transplants.”  Really?!?   AWESOME!
  • Our Ranger for the Cliff Palace guide was of Puebloan descent – he kindly corrected misconceptions still believed by those who only learned early 20th century history of the location – and while other people squirmed, I was thinking, “You tell ’em” when he related how much food was grown in the area on less water than people use to keep their lawn looking nice….  A guy after my own heart!
  • Everett is not only one smart cookie, whose recall of details and facts matches my Dad’s ability, but he was also a medic in Afghanistan and Iraq – he doesn’t just know his history/culture  here – he can cross-refer you to Mesopotamian, Greek, Roman and Egyptian eras/history, just to name a few – – I was startled to find there are still some men around that are as smart as my Dad was  – with as good a sense of humor – and willing to answer numerous questions with patience and a smile –
  • I could spend a lifetime at Mesa Verde and not see/learn it all – What I learned/visited was just the tip of the iceberg and can’t wait to spend more time in the area.
  • The area has been ravaged by various fires over many years – it was intriguing to see the different spots and how Mother Nature heals her scars over time, though sad to know what havoc had been wreaked…
  • I’m more afraid of heights when I’m driving than when I’m hiking…hmm… interesting….

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When people hear Mesa Verde, they often think of this:

The Cliff Dwelling period represents only 1/6th of the history of the the Puebloan inhabitants discovered so far.
The Cliff Dwelling period represents only 1/6th of the history of the the Puebloan inhabitants discovered so far.

When in actuality, Cliff Palace and other dwellings carved out of the sheer cliff sides really represents only a small portion of the inhabitant’s history….

We arrived as the early morning sun began to light the area – we stopped at the main entrance and marveled at the 20 foot, 2 inch bronze sculpture by Edward J. Fraughton, titled, “The Ancient Ones” – after viewing this marvelous recreation of how the area inhabitants managed to get up/down to their cliff dwellings, I gave a silent prayer of thanks that I would be allowed to walk stairs/ladders during my visit today…

Welcome to Mesa Verde, home of the fearless
Welcome to Mesa Verde, home of the fearless – Mom graciously poses to give you a hint of the size of this fantabulous sculpture.

From visitor's Center early in the morning
Gazing East from visitor’s Center early in the morning

We begin at topside, where the Puebloans spent so much of their time in the area
We begin at topside, where the Puebloans spent so much of their time in the area

Understanding their Architecture
Understanding their Architecture

Built to last - and last - how old is your home?
Built to last – and last – how old is your home?

We've come nearly 650 years from the Pit House
We’ve come nearly 650 years from the Pit House

Sun Temple Site Looking Out
Sun Temple Site Looking Out

Sun Temple - Looking In
Sun Temple – Looking In

Interestingly, the No Climbing on Walls signs has less to do with erosion of site and more to do with a pregnant woman who fell off and twisted her ankle - why take precious funds away from research to pay lawsuits?
Interestingly, the No Climbing on Walls signs has less to do with erosion of site and more to do with a pregnant woman who fell off and twisted her ankle – why take precious funds away from research to pay lawsuits?

Wave to the neighbor's across the canyon.
Wave to the neighbor’s across the canyon.

From the overlook - a snapshot of where we will be soon
From the overlook – a snapshot of where we will be soon

Canyon View
Canyon View

Cliff Palace - the iconic place folks think of when they hear Mesa Verde - but only one of over 4,700 sites thus far found and many more awaiting exploration
Cliff Palace – the iconic place folks think of when they hear Mesa Verde – but only one of over 4,700 sites thus far found and many more awaiting exploration

Yup - they may need to airlift me out, but I'm going to do it, anyways!
Yup – they may need to airlift me out, but I’m going to do it, anyways!

The road that must be traveled to Cliff Palace
The road that must be traveled to Cliff Palace

Part way down the stairs
Part way down the stairs

And finally reached the bottom!
And finally reached the bottom!

Our awesome Guide, Venancio explaining how much food was grown on less water than most people use on their lawn each year - not pictured, folks in the tour squirming and feeling guilty....
Our awesome Guide, Venancio explaining how much food was grown on less water than most people use on their lawn each year – not pictured, folks in the tour squirming and feeling guilty….

The permanence of their structures, even after decades of vandalism/looting (aka early archaeology)  astounds me
The permanence of their structures, even after decades of vandalism/looting (aka early archaeology) astounds me

Our Puebloan Guide, Venancio Aragon - Make sure you get on his tour! :)
Our Puebloan Guide, Venancio Aragon – Make sure you get on his tour! 🙂

View from end of tour
View from end of tour

Climbing the ladder out - no, I wasn't the one holding up the line.... :)
Climbing the ladder out – no, I wasn’t the one holding up the line…. 🙂

Couldn't get a good snapshot of the ladder from the bottom - Here's what it looks like from the top
Couldn’t get a good snapshot of the ladder from the bottom – Here’s what it looks like from the top

Back on top after not falling off the ladder.
Back on top after not falling off the ladder.

A stop of the bus along the way revealed so many more niches than just Cliff Palace
A stop of the bus along the way revealed so many more niches than just Cliff Palace

 I could never hope to adequately describe my love of this place – I leave you with pictures of drive out, on our way to our next stop, Dolores, Colorad0 – home to the best burger Mom and I have had in a long, long time and the Anasazi Heritage Center and Museum.

Leaving Mesa Verde - I will be back.... soon....
Leaving Mesa Verde – I will be back…. soon….

As far as the eye can see
As far as the eye can see

The expanse of the plains makes me feel safe and hopeful
The expanse of the plains makes me feel safe and hopeful

Vista from drive out
Vista from drive out

Another Vista View
Another Vista View

And another reason to be thankful…

After a few conversations today, I realized maybe I should be feeling more grateful than I have been.

Lo and behold, I come across storm chaser blog posts with pictures showing what the storm looked like while I was driving through it and shoveling hail after the worst had moved through – –

Glad I was too busy to truly understand what was going on around me….

Check out these awesome posts and pics:

The Chasers Forum

Tornadoeskick site

Unmolested Shopping

Tired of being solicited to sign, donate or date during your local shopping expeditions?

When did it get so durn hard to go to the grocery store?   In the past month, I’ve been the proud recipient of negative verbiage, tossed at me while either in or exiting my local stores.    Yes, I know, apparently, I must be in a ‘negative vibration’ and attracting all this to myself……..yeah, right.

The first incident happened  right after the anniversary of my son’s death and right before what would have been his 20th birthday.  You’re right –  I wasn’t in a good mood.  There I was, 10 o’clock at night, because cookies seemed like a good idea, since I don’t drink much anymore and chain smoking didn’t seem to be cutting it.

“Hi!  How HAVE you been?”   I turn from the on-sale cart, and do not recognize the person addressing me – not one inkling of who they are or how they must know me.   But they had greeted me like a long lost cousin, sooooooo…………….

“Fine.  And you?”

“I cannot find the milk.  Do you know where it is?”  I point him in the right direction and start moving off toward the cookie aisle, still trying to figure out why I suddenly have amnesia.

Inane chit-chat follows me in the form of a male person I do not know………I finally say, “I’m sorry, I don’t know you…?”   Hoping they will clue me in as to where we worked together, or a mutual friend or some in-common uncle.

Instead, “Oh, weeelll!!   Heaven forbid you can’t talk to someone you don’t know.   You must not have many friends, if you never talk to someone you don’t know.  I bet you don’t have any friends at all.”   And he turns his cart down the aisle and away from me.

(Did I mention previously I was not in the best of moods that night?) Something snapped.   “How dare you talk to me like that, you (insert every single one of the words your mother told you never to say)?”

(All this occurred while 3 cashiers/baggers stood watching, not one of which showed any inclination to stop the predator or the insane woman loudly protesting the verbal attack.)

I realized I was envisioning ramming him and his cart into the stacked canned goods.   Shouldn’t hurt him too much, should it?

But I got a grip, bought some cookies and stomped out to my truck.  Then observed my brain wondering if I could wait, run him over when he came out of the store AND get away with it.   In the end, I drove home, went to my room and cried.   Hubby thought I got attacked.  Sobbing, I told him what happened.   He tries to lighten my mood and make me see how some poor ole’ lonely guy (that probably lives with his mother and never had a date – his way of cheering me up) was just trying to get lucky.   I don’t buy it.

That was the first.   Now that my “Radar” is on, I realize it happens all the time.   Week later, exiting another grocery store –

“Are you a registered voter?”

“No”

“Please sign our petition for healthcare, yada-yada- yada”

“No Thanks.”

“Fine.  You know it’s people like you who are ruining our country with your lack of caring.  I bet you voted for Obama….yada-yada-yada”

I kept walking.   But I wondered if an officer would respond and write the fool up for the misdemeanor C.R.S. code that states, “…any gesture or verbal communication meant to incite or inflame…..”  (I swear there used to be a statute like that on the books.  Either it’s not enforced much anymore, or they repealed it, cuz there are folks that do this stuff all the time…)

And then another petitioner, who thinks since I’m not a registered Republican, then my mother and father weren’t married when I was born.

Tonight, I had a witness.   Hubby and I exiting the store. (I’m smart – I don’t go by myself anymore).   Right on cue, as we exited,

“Are you a registered Colorado Voter?”

I say, “No.”

Hubby keeps walking.

“You need to sign here to not allow violent offenders to get out on just a signature.”

No kidding, the guy is now following us, as we continue walking away.

“I bet you’ll wish you had signed this when something bad happens.   Bet you voted for Obama…yada-yada-yada”  (By now, I’m guessing I live in a community full of Republicans, not that there’s anything wrong with that……)

I start complaining and pointing out to Hubby what’s going on.   And add, extra loud, “They act like a$$%#@^s just because you aren’t going to do what they want you to.”

Petitioner is about same height as Hubby.  Hubby is wishing I would shut up.  But we are about 20 yards from Petitioner now, so I’m figuring he comes on over, perhaps we can get him on stalking charges, since rude and verbally abusing charges are no longer enforced……….

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Now, I realize I’m not always centered and balanced, radiating pure love and kindness.   And I’m sure, that at times, lost in my own little dramas and sadness, I’ve been short or rude in my interactions with others.   But c’mon!   I considered boycotting stores that allow predators outside their doors, but then I’d have to quit shopping altogether.

There is also a disturbing trend in being asked for a donation every time you purchase something.   I say no, just on principal.  (Also because there ARE good causes I contribute to, that spend their donations wisely)

Last fall, when I had been laid up with pneumonia/pleurisy and unable to work for about a month, the pharmacy cashier asked if I wanted to give a dollar to such-n-such.  I replied, “I really can’t.  But do you want to take a dollar off my purchase, since I’ve been out of work for a month?”    She didn’t want to donate either.

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I recently spent 7 days at a Benedictine Retreat house.   The other guests were on Silent Retreat.  It was, in a word, Awesome!   Any words that were spoken during my limited interaction with others, were kind and courteous.   Around there, the old adage, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all” really holds.

My theory is that folks only keep doing less-than-acceptable behavior because its been working.   And so, I’m ready for the next one.   Instead of cursing (durned old bad temper!)   I will quietly explain I was thinking about saying yes, but because of their abusive, (pushy, aggressive) disgraceful verbiage, I think I will instead decline.

I’ll let you know if it works.

(I will say it’s been my experience that when I have the perfect plan of action ready, the Universe decides I don’t need those kind of opportunities anymore………)