As always, thanks so much for your presence and your comments.
In the last week I've been doing extensive footwork once again with the hope of being employed in the next few weeks and beyond, possibly until I am 70 years old (Yikes!! Ten more years!).
Will be quite a change to relinquish 36-40 hours per week in order to make a living, but I'm ready to do that. Will have to pace myself and figure out what I can do each day. Will have to take good care of myself in the process. In a sense, I retired in the end of 2005 and am finding it necessary to return to work at the beginning of 2010.
My most creative years began in a dark time, which was followed by finding a 36 hr/week job as a medical transcriptionist working in a demanding hospital setting. Somehow that job focused me so that I could do some of my strongest creative work. I had six years filled with creative energy, but more dark times followed, and eventually I became unable to do art work and then unable to work as a transcriptionist.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
Welcome to "37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken from my porch before sunrise on October 29, 2023.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog -- http://oldgirlfromthenorthcountry.blogspot.com
) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog was titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)". Somewhere along the way it became 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE).
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life; the right to die peacefully in your own bed. The true end of war is the end of fear; the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
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xoxo
Merry Christmas!
am: I was hoping to find you a tale of a cat, a blue mouse, a perching bird and a gum drop tree but could find none for the nonce.
Hope you enjoy the Feast of Stephen nonetheless.
cheers from Graulhet.
oboe practices the peace on earth act with a bird over his shoulder and a wee mouse inches away. contemplative cat. kjm
All are such peaceful scenes, especially the photo of Oboe by your loom.
what great weather! We did enjoy it. Love that lantern too.
Looks like your Christmas Day was quite beautiful, am. Season's greetings and good cheer to you.
Good things to you in the New Year
Dale, r.l., kjm, bev, Dawn, robin andrea:
As always, thanks so much for your presence and your comments.
In the last week I've been doing extensive footwork once again with the hope of being employed in the next few weeks and beyond, possibly until I am 70 years old (Yikes!! Ten more years!).
Will be quite a change to relinquish 36-40 hours per week in order to make a living, but I'm ready to do that. Will have to pace myself and figure out what I can do each day. Will have to take good care of myself in the process. In a sense, I retired in the end of 2005 and am finding it necessary to return to work at the beginning of 2010.
My most creative years began in a dark time, which was followed by finding a 36 hr/week job as a medical transcriptionist working in a demanding hospital setting. Somehow that job focused me so that I could do some of my strongest creative work. I had six years filled with creative energy, but more dark times followed, and eventually I became unable to do art work and then unable to work as a transcriptionist.
There is light in this winter's darkness.
As Theodore Roethke wrote:
"In a dark time, the eye begins to see."
And see "The Darkling Thrush" at Loren's blog:
http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/2009/12/31/hardys-darkling-thrush/
Kindest wishes for the new year!
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