MaryAlice Musings and More

Carefree, cautious, cranky. Along with craziness, celebrations and cannonarchy. Cannonarchy is a government by superior firepower or by cannons. I am tired of the superior firepower of the GOP, and equally distraught by the firing of cannons all around throwing blame and attacking each other rather than agreeing that solutions will come in multiple ways, and that the mighty right might not get us where we need to go. Politics is the monkey on your back, in your head, scurrying around in your stomach when you begin to meditate. It is like the buzzing mosquito at nightfall, and the fly that is stuck in bedroom just as you fall asleep. There seems to be no good political news in the U.S.A. I can step out of it, breathe, and find another way for awhile, and then I am back in the angst. calculating change in pay check, when I get my first unemployment check, understanding that I am not the "worst off" and yet knowing my situation is greatly affected by the shut down of sta...

Well, last time I posted it was May and I was lamenting about the number of snow days we were having. Now it is July and I am counting the number of days of shut-down of the state. Good news it is 10 a.m. on a Tuesday and I am sipping tea, listening to the radio and blogging away!!!!! I can almost feel the stress slipping out of my pores. I am breathing more deeply, remembering to feel my breath, and slowing down. Daily lessons of presence and letting go. Enough said. Breathe.

So far, two! Not sure it is done, but I remain hopeful. I have just come in from walking the dogs, in a heavy coat, a felt hat, and cotton gloves. True I am not wearing my winter coat, or my lined gloves, or a wool muffler. But I could. My feet are cold, the sun in absent, and my hot tea tastes great. I just finished the cruelest April I can remember in a long time, don't make May be cruel. It is all in how you view it? I am working on a attitude adjustment, some sunshine, and a rise in the temperature.

Have not had such a rocky spring in a long time. I used to say that spring was my worst season - so desperate for warmth, green, buds. Then I leaned into spring in a different way and quit dissing it. My patience is up, I am tired of reading about how this is a "normal" spring. I want the winds and gray and cold to stop. I want the sun to win. I am going off the theater. Arsenic and old lace, is it warm there?

I am waiting for my picture to get to my email, so I can download the beautifully amazing snow that is on the ground, the trees, and shrubs. It is thick melts in your hand, is sticking on the tops of all the utility wires, it is snow. It is snowing, Oh spring, oh spring what are you thinking? Oh sun, oh sun where is your warmth? I have been at Seder's on Day 1 and Day 2 of Passover. I have listened and shared in the telling of the story. I know that this is holy week, and the latest Easter in a very long time. It could be March, it is that cold, and it is snowing. It is snowing beautiful snow.

Still sorting, tossing, throwing, clearing out of what has accumulated in the depths of winter. I remember the eagerness I had during fall for the going within time. Now I am equally ready to spring forth. I love the way this type of cleaning invites and recognizes the spirit of my house, the beauty of a home. Somehow, clearing spaces, clears me out. It was a long winter, and I am just believing that spring is really and oh so welcome.

Sunday outside hit 70 for first time this year! Muggy, windy, sun shining on and off, it felt like a great spring day. Then in the middle of the afternoon a step back into winter and the Super Rink at the National Sports Center in Blaine. This is the first time that I watched Myah play with her new AAA team. They play lots longer 25 minute half's for the game. Then they do bonus play, each team plays 5 minutes shorthanded and then there is a shoot out time. Amazing the skill, talent, determination and speed of these girls. Sasha is on the Minnesota Score, and she is up at 6 a.m. and off to edge training, she loves it. Of course Gramma worries at times about how much should kids be doing, but this seems like a win win for Myah. Her teams plays hard on the ice, and then they have great fun off the ice. The transformation from player to kid is instantaneous. Luke and I sat in the stands, him playing his video game and me clapping and cheering. I kept calling them girls and...