”But we have to hurry, because even miracles take a little time. I’d say the first thing you need is…a pumpkin.”
—Fairy Godmother, Cinderella
“…the shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors…each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories…”
–Chief Seattle’s Speech
Filmed alongside the Mississippi River (Memphis, Tennessee and West Memphis, Arkansas banks) and the Wolf River.
Restore, conserve, and preserve our waterways – lives depend on them.
“There are three parts to every pose” the yogi says, “getting into the pose, getting out of the pose, and the pose itself.”
It clicks just before the landing; stay present during those expansive in-between spaces.
Summer always gives way to autumn.
🎼Songlines for the Shifting Season🎶
Beautiful Boy (John Lennon)
September Song (Agnes Obel)
Under Giant Trees (Agnes Obel)
Butterfly (India Arie)
Daydreams (William Goldstein)
Deep Night Cicada (Miyama Higurashi) Marshall McGuire & Riley Lee
Dream of the Moon Flower (Tsukikusa No Yume) Marshall McGuire & Riley Lee
September (Earth, Wind & Fire)
Lose It (Oh Wonder)
Forever (Tina Malia)
Streamside (The Album Leaf)
This is a good question! Thank you for asking.
A little over 13 years ago my mom, after doing something hilarious, asked me, “are you going to write that down and put it on your little space book?” She confused Myspace (where my original blog was housed) with Facebook.
I responded, “Yes. Yes, I am,” and promptly created the mylittlespacebook blog. So, that’s how I got here – through mom and her funny business.
As I stated in my first post:
“I’m not entirely sure what will come next, but within the virtual walls of my little e-space you may find humorous anecdotes, half-intelligible thoughts hastily written in a chai-induced frenzy, a piece of blue glass, sobering reports from the Society of Knitters and Nutters (SoKaN), reviews of books that strike my fancy, a dead rat you can swing on a string, questionable questions, transcriptions of conversations recorded for posterity, ideas for inventions the world needs to make me happy, lists of things, a few polls, a kitten’s whisker, travel logs, observations from the natural world, philosophical contemplation, notes to self, and maybe even a pearl of wisdom if we get lucky.”
The “why do you blog” question has mystified me for years. I’ve attempted to write on this topic before, but I wasn’t able to explain it to myself. Today, as I was reviewing my posts and putting the links together that fit my original musings, I realized I am here as a random person on my own little heroine’s journey. I am doing my best to get to know myself and share some of the things I see, experience, think, make, and learn along the way. The blog is a multi-media scrapbook. It’s a way to keep track of my life and to share it with the people I love. I appreciate being able to look back at a certain month or year to see what I was doing and thinking. It’s interesting to be able to easily search certain topics to track how my thinking has evolved. It’s a nifty tool for expression and discovery.
…but ah! oh, those summer nights!! ❤️❤️
The alligators got all snuggly at the Tennessee Aquarium yesterday.
The butterfly seems to approve of my new hat’s message, “Make American fairies again.” 🧚🦋💗
It was a sort of fairytale day with castles, mists, springs, and danger lurking in the forest.
The Blue Hole Trail was no joke. At the trailhead, the sign read (in caps no less!):
“STRENUOUS USE EXTREME CAUTION”
Prince Charming read this, turned around, and started walking in the opposite direction.
“I didn’t intend to hike this trail,” said he.
She did what any self-respecting fairytale princess would do. Shrugging on the backpack, she started down the trail without him, not pausing for a backward glance. A few moments later he came along, grumbling.
There were lessons learned along the way. For example, hiking shoes matter, especially when the water is the trail! (…and also, when you have poo shoe, but that was a different lesson on a different trail). The new kicks were actually waterproof! Other hikers that had come before were clearly not as lucky. Along the trail they found the remains of one unfortunate soul’s sole that was not as keen as it claimed to be….
A witty bard once said, T’is better to have hiking shoes with waterproof soles than have a soul of dread
…or something like that.
The water really was the trail,
and Prince Charming made it all the way to the bottom…
and back up again!
There’s a sea secret in me
It’s plain to see it is rising.
Tori Amos, Liquid Diamonds
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