Looking out my window...

Cold Is Still Life For Velveteen Rabbit

 
Find The Bunny December 2010.
Photo By Sharon.

 
So Still Is The Bunny.
Photo by Sharon.

There may be more than two or ten bunnies down that bunny hole. But, since I have only seen one at a time, that one is all I know for sure. So careful, so concentrated on its surroundings. And, such big eyes. Hiding in the winter brush until it feels safe enough to be in the open. How brave. Or, maybe not.

The bunny needs to eat. So I wish it good luck in finding food quickly and returning home safely.

If, by any chance, you have not read "The Velveteen Rabbit" I encourage you to do so. I'm especially fond of the passage on what it takes to become real. The first time I read it was the first time I had become real... after my divorce.

Just to keep me on the right path I've become real again several times. You have read about some of those times here and probably will again.

My New Year wish for you all:

May you have a twinkle in your eye,
a warm heart,
some change in your pocket,
and only a nodding acquaintance with your physician.

Hello, Is It Me You're Looking For?

Bird Breadline: Waiting.                        Photo By Sharon 2010.

I've written before about why I blog. It started as an experiment. I've also written about validation. I have gotten more validation from my blog than I could have ever imagined. It almost scares me when my fingers touch the keyboard and start typing. All those letters. All those words. Flying out into cyberspace. Does anyone read them? And why?

Here is a recent comment from a Face Book friend. At least that's where we met. The friendship is bigger than Face Book.

Her husband has been very sick. Scary sick and no diagnosis. Sick that whispers the dreaded word "cancer." Sickness that changes the normal everyday pattern of our footprints.

And then...EUREKA!

A diagnosis was finally given. The disease was found. This is why medicine is not just a science but an art. The art is putting all the colors of the palette together and fitting the pieces together until finally a picture is recognized and named.

And with the diagnosis comes the knowing. And hope is rekindled.

A message from my friend is received:

I have been meaning to write you, but I have been busy learning everything I could about this disease.

You don't know this but you helped me. From reading your blog, etc. I remembered you joined a group on-line concerning your medical condition and had positive things to say about it.So on a lark I found the world organization for the disease.

I think it may have saved his life. His light containing hope had just about flickered out. He now has hope. I am so glad I stumbled into your garden...just wanted to say thanks for being there...you are wonderful beyond belief!

Choose to be happy!!!!!!!!!

Here are some magnified microscopic specimen photographs of the disease I found online. Also art in their own way.

 

 

 

As a person who remains in home most of the time my blog is a way to reach out to others. It warms my heart when my readers reach back to me.

Share your strengths when you can. Accept others' strength when in need. 

And, don't forget to WOOOOOOHOOOOO! Whenever possible!

Flying Against The Wind

If you have read my blogs before, you know I enjoy watching the birds out my window.

One day, I could see by our tree that the wind was exceptionally strong. And, I might add, exceptionally strong means very strong. The wind here in the country is normally strong on a daily basis.

Anyway, as I noticed the wind I also noticed the feeder birds were having some difficulty staying on the feeder. And, then it happened. One of the wee finches hanging on to the top of the feeder for dear life decided to fly off.

As I watched I started to giggle. She was flapping her wings with all her might. But, she wasn't going anywhere. Flying in place. She was, after all, flying directly into the wind. She did not give up. Finally, she didn't stop flapping, but rather veered a degree or two (it didn't take much) to the left and managed to get to our Linden tree. A life lesson the lucky of us learn.

Since I hadn't the time to tape her, I tried to look for something similar on YouTube so I could show you how it looked. Unfortunately I couldn't.

Now, being in the same position as the wee finch...heading in one direction and not getting anywhere...I veered a little and look what I found.  

  

This is a video for a game called "Angry Birds." A game I happen to have the free version on my iPod.

And then I found this delightful Pixar animated film.

 

 I watched the Pixar video the morning before my doctor's appointment. Enjoying it thoroughly.

Once I was in the examining room I took out my iPod and started playing "Angry Birds." I don't usually do this, but it was in my head.

When the doctor comes in we usually shake hands. This time, because of the iPod, my response wasn't as quick. He looked at the iPod. I told him I had been playing a game about angry birds. His eyes opened wide and looked at the iPod screen.

He said "Birds?"

"Yes."

"Have you seen the Pixar movie about birds?"

"Ummm"

"It has all these birds on a wire and a big bird comes and..."

"Oh, you mean....."

"Yes!"

"I just watched it this morning!"

"This morning?" Looking at me with even wider eyes. "How is that?" "This morning?" Laughter and amazement on both our parts. "We should play the lottery!"

And, so we continued to talk about animated films and birds and my blood pressure went down. It was all good. My doctor and I don't agree on somethings, but I do love him and his quirky ways. He'll usually say something like "Sharon, you are a crazy woman!" sometime during our visit.

We almost always laugh together about life.
 

Below is a video of our dog Copper watching the Pixar film. Well... okay, it's not Copper, but it looks like him.

 

And remember:

When your direction is being blocked veer a degree or two and it just might be enough to get you where you want to be...