Today I had the pleasure of meeting Sabir (12), Hajir (10), Fatna (8), and Jeffrey (6). The first three children came with their parents a month ago from a refugee camp in South Sudan. They seemed to be relaxed and happy, talking with each other, often smiling shyly and then broadly throughout the visit. It turns out that they do speak Arabic rather than Swahili but in a dialect that the local Arabic translator has great difficulty understanding. Jeffrey grew up speaking Spanish and English and is a lively playful 6 year old. My friends are teaching Sabir, Hajir, and Fatna to spell their names. English will be the first language in which they learn to write and read. All the children wrote their names and three of them drew pictures.
All were fascinated by my autoharp and took turns playing it for the most of the two hours that I visited them. Sabir and Jeffrey spent the longest time with the autoharp. I left it for Sabir, Hajir, and Fatna to play with while they and their parents are staying in my friends' downstairs apartment. Jeffrey was just visiting for the day.
Early this morning, I finished non-dominant hand Mandala #75:
Local friends of mine have made their downstairs apartment a temporary home for a Muslim refugee family of five from South Sudan. The family arrived here at midnight on December 3. My friends had been told that the family spoke Arabic and had arranged for a local man to act as translator for them. It turns out that the family speaks Swahili. They do not read or write in any language. Google translate has given them all the ability to communicate, albeit slowly. The parents and oldest child, a 12-year-old boy, had been in a refugee camp for ten years. The two sisters were born in the refugee camp. On Wednesday, I will meet and draw with the children while the parents are being helped to sign up for English language classes. I'm going to bring one of my autoharps. Art and music are universal languages. My friends, in their early 70s now, have made their downstairs apartment available for numerous refugees and people needing shelter in the seven years I have known them. The intriguing drawing above was made this week by the middle child, a 10-year-old girl.
A neighbor saw an otter walking around in the cattails and onto the frozen pond we can see from our porches. Hope to have photos to show sometime soon.
As a friend wrote today, "Merry Everything and Happy Always."
The snow has melted. It's a dark windy rainy Christmas Eve. I used to dread the days between Thanksgiving and New Year's Eve. Those days are gone. Now I experience late November and the month of December as a quiet peaceful renewing time, deeply grateful for the simple joys of life.
In my family, presents were opened on Christmas Day but in other families and in "A Child's Christmas in Wales," the presents are opened on Christmas Eve, as in this movie version of Dylan Thomas' prose piece:
"Go on to the Useless Presents.
... and a painting book in which I could make the grass, the trees, the sea and the animals any color I please, and still the dazzling sky-blue sheep are grazing in the red field under the rainbow-billed and pea-green birds..."
(Update note: I made a mistake. This is what I posted on my blog on December 24, 2006)
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December 23, 2022
When I checked my hall closet to see how my amaryllis bulbs were doing under their black plastic bucket, I found these ghostly leaves. One year, a ghost amaryllis bud grew in the dark.
The beginnings of Mandala #75
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Getting ready to go out and check the mail.
By tomorrow, all this snow may be gone, as the temperature rises to the 40s. Rain is predicted until at least January 6 with night temperatures staying just above freezing.
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.