October 10, 2012
Since I’m dealing with medical problems, Jim sent me some healing dirt for my birthday. We’ve laughed and joked about how to use it while talking on the phone. It seems the early Native Americans at one time used to eat it. Now, people rub it on the spot that needs healing. I haven’t tried it yet, but I have nothing to lose, so today is the day. I’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, here is the website that explains how this particular dirt became healing dirt:
He is in New Mexico, still, and the dirt comes from El Santuario de Chimayo Shrine.
He also sent a bar of handmade lavender soap. The maker isn’t assigning it healing properties, but popular aroma therapists make many healing claims for lavender. I grow it and enjoy it in my yard and love the smell on my face and hands whether it heals or not.
The website for handmade soaps:
On the website is a link to Marie’s blog. And from there, a slideshow of her beautiful labels and a bit of history behind the choice of soaps she makes. I love the hippy soap labels. All are from photos of her paintings. Marie is located on “The High Road” where one weekend per year they hold a miles long “yard sale”.
April 28, 2012
After heavy rains, I couldn’t mow or have weed eating finished. Had my guys repair fences and remove a huge spread of blackberry bushes around the property. They chipped away at a couple of old stumps I’m always running into. I like things to be ship-shape when I leave, but the maintenance here is heavy.
I caught up on the inevitable paperwork inside, while they worked outside. Time to play picture roulette and see what comes up in my files.
A big hole in the ground.
My daughter and grandson in a haze of smoke around the campfire.
Not sure why I took a picture of this barn in Monroe, Washington. Maybe because the silo looked like a space ship. I do like old barns, but, I think I’ll toss this one out of my files.
Sexy shoe? Now, that’s more like it.
I grabbed this from a story about this famous painting having been recovered after many years of being “disappeared.”
The gate to an animal sanctuary. Just read a horrible story of the abuse elephants suffer. This, after an elephant shocked by an electric fence turned on her new rescuer and killed her. If it were up to me, no animals would be allowed to be used in side shows and circuses for profit. It all too often ends up in horrible misery for the animals. In fact, this recent episode about the abused elephant was that she was being cared for and calmed before being sent to this very sanctuary here in Calaveras County.
A Matt Bors cartoon. Whoops, hadn’t thought of anything political for a whole day. Well, it is pretty funny.
Another shoe picture. Well, with that, I’d best hot foot it into the kitchen and get my house spruced up before I leave.