Update: It's A Troubling Day as Roe vs Wade is overturned / "... Receiving Hexagram 54 often reflects a very insecure, frustrating situation ..."

Yesterday was a beautiful day in Bellingham, much like the days I remember in the summer of 1972, living on the San Francisco Peninsula.

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Yesterday's early morning light

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My Japanese Coral Bark Maple gift to Big Rock Garden yesterday

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Yesterday, this part of the summer sky reminded me of California

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This late afternoon sky yesterday is more typical of Western Washington on the occasional sunny summer day.

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Today, stunned.  Remembering January 22, 1973, and the years that followed.  

Another harsh reminder that I cannot take anything for granted.

The Wild Blue Sky Of Day

Thanks to R. L. Bourges for the inspiration.

Sending all my love to my nephew and his girlfriend who
will be having a baby in May.

A NATION OF SLEEPLESS WOMEN WITH MOON AND BIRDS

Awake and alert

As full and fragmented as the moon

Rising and reflecting

In a western sea

We hear night birds

Singing in the shadows

Mocking darkness

Mocking darkness

The moon asks an impossible question:

Do I control you

Or do you control me

In my circular journey

We ask the moon an impossible question:

Do we control you

Or do you control us

In our cyclical journey

We hear night words

We sing in the shadows

Mocking darkness

Mocking darkness

Imagine us at dawn

A nation of sleepless women with moon and birds

Just above the hills of childhood

Caught between impossible questions

And the wild blue sky of day.

NURSERY  RHYME (1982)

Babies are like us

Except when they smile

Their eyes are so clear

They can see everything we have forgotten

At first they have nothing to say

We draw their attention

Away from holy light

To clocks and alphabets

Words like parallelogram

Make them laugh

They can’t tell time from applesauce

Yet they store words

With smooth stones and skinned knees

No one really knows where they come from

Or where they go

They would put the sun

In their mouths

If they could reach that high

Not knowing who we are

Still they trust us

We impress them

With our brave words

Our clever clocks

(poems and drawing, "The Wild Blue Sky of Day," by am from the early 1980s)

A real different frame of mind

Today, having seen the contrasting yet related sets of pictures that surface in Google images depending upon which of my blog titles I enter, I've decided to change my URL from: 

oldgirlfromthenorthcountry.blogspot.com

to:

talking37thdream.blogspot.com

to reflect that my blog is now called Talking 37th Dream (rumors of peace) and has been for quite a while, and that I am in a different frame of mind from when I started blogging as Old Girl of the North Country on December 8, 2006 in order to present a 40-year retrospective of my art work as a way of working through nearly 40 years of unresolved grief.  

"First it gets better.

Then it gets worse.

Then it gets real.

Then it gets different.

Then it gets real different."

(Unknown)

Thanks to Tara (who changed her URL recently) at Out of the Lotus, for the inspiration to change my URL to reflect my real different frame of mind.

When I stepped out on my porch to make a little video to mark this day, I saw a Bald Eagle close by in the eastern sky.  By the time I was able to get my camera out, I wasn't able to focus in on the eagle as it flew out of range but am pleased to be able to show you the wild blue sky of an early afternoon in late June here in Whatcom County.