Mourning of The Eye

Mourning of the Eye: http://youtu.be/snvVsOn6KYM

Living and Dying by the Sea

Home is where you hang your hat and make a pot of stew. It's family and friends and tradition and tears and its all ours. We cannot blame people for staying in the wake of a hurricane because home is who we are and where we find ourselves. And sometimes outsider's do not welcome us if we do leave. And who has 5000 dollars for two weeks stay when your home is covered in mold and getting worse all the time. Food supplies, support, access and understanding is needed for people who experience a hurricane. We need to help them keep their homes.

Community

I only wish we could share more generously.

Temple Abode

We spend much of our lives in our home. Yet the temple of our body is also temporary.  The body is free. Why should a simple clean and safe dwelling place cost and make scavengers rich? What happened to This Land Is Your Land....? Perhaps all animals covet and hoard from the others. As if it's theirs.

Never Alone

Though we may isolate and feel misunderstood, we are never alone.
We have to figure it out together.

Destruction

In the storm, all is turned upside down. Nothing is truly safe and all sense their vulnerabilities.  Water wind and sea representatives of chaos in the ancient world still can put us to our knees. Recalling the storm,  stories of a huge wall of eels and fish, water and wind shifting whole buildings, silent vacuum, and horizontal rain marks a world gone mythically awry. And then comes the dawn; ships on highways, crocodiles in sewers, snakes behind doors and creeping molds of all kinds. No electricity, no water, and sometimes no food.
Everyone is brought to the same playing field.
How would you behave?

Leaving The Known

In life we think we have control of what unfolds. We don't. We can modulate our responses to what occurs around us, however we cannot control others, the weather, or even the changes that take place in our bodies. Now some have developed the nuances of influencing the body and the mind and practice creative responses to the enfoldings. And we have and continue to have intensions and goals we work towards and often accomplish.  But nature and time play a role and we find how very dependent we are on other people. Nature and mystery.

Creative Recovery

The island now is dotted with wooden carved statues where once trees lived. We take whats died in us and allow it to be transformed into something else thats beautiful.

Water

The devastation of a hurricane changes everything.  Normal is gone; you're in survival mode. And yet sharing and compassion are most obvious. We cannot get through alone.

Mourning of The Eye

Transformation

The trip to Chi Town has been completed, but the journey is not over. We experienced Bear's son and his band play that Late Thursday Night two weeks ago. Beautiful Drifter played The Elbo Room and we caught his song Tragic Groove. It was a powerful night. We were ecstatic that we actually made our goal. Chicago in 24 hours!  And though we got lost on the way home, we made it back to the kids house they're sharing before the Beautiful Drifter even got home. And we met for the first time the newest member of the Bear Clan. It was a spectacular gift.
And now, two weeks later, we continue our journey.
I just took my photos down from Trianon Coffee on Beacaves and looking for another venue to share our jouney. I will be posting pictures and memories out of the film project Mouning of The Eye.
Thanks for staying tuned.

Choices

When we are alive we face choices. To change to stay the same to question to encourage to critique to accept the changes. What are the ways we decide and how we understand these realities that surround us define who we are becoming. 

Gratitude

Home is within our own hearts and we have everything we need.
We are strengthened to live not in fear, but out of courage.

Swing

Cars Packed

The time has come to say goodbye.  Boy, it never gets easy. Pensive moments and we anticipate departure. The gift of reconnecting is powerful.  Time spent away means growth and change. We don't stay the same. We are kinetic energy.  The boy and his Paw Bear is an ongoing storyline. 

Lake Michigan

An important spot for the family; we humans return to places of memory and significance.  Rituals, like writing in the sand love messages, only to let the waters wash them away, share hope. We survive on making meaning and passing information along through stories and actions. I am grateful for family rituals and pray this return has been healing and rejuvenating.

Made It

Anticipation

The eagle soared over the treetoms and landed on a top branch. I thought it was a vulture,so common in Texas. It was there, on the branch, that I saw clealy the eagles large body and distinct white head.  And if that weren't enough I saw a second several miles down the road. Beautiful sighting of such a powerful bird; a serious predator.  I imagine native american wisdom could lend some aide but off the top of my headit seems a blessing on our journey.  We're doing a good and noble thing. The fear of the night and strains have turned into golden valleys and courage messages. Bear and Deer are travelling together to celebrate each other and the life we've created and share. And we are blessed.

Mississippi River

Moving Along

A Break

The night of traveling has taken its toll.  The storm clouds gathered all around as we took off from Austin. They darkened the sky northward. Lightning bolts shattered the sky most touching down at some distance. The rsin on I35 before Dallas was the worst. Hard to see at times and traffic at two lanes with construction.  The first gas station was wonderful.  Clean and friendly and really it was the end of the most harrowing part.
Driving last night in that derp darkness was nice. Somehow rejuvenating. And the deer all stayed on their own side of the street.
Maybe I'll get a haircut in St Louis.

Northerner

No more Easterly.
I55 to Chi Town

Leary

Sleep Time

Life In The Fast Lane

Post Dallas we sit like a dream cause I swear I fell asleep.
City lights and Zoo Temptations
So sad we could only name two
Night creatures
Bat and racoon.

The storm was a bit of a drag. But we made it through. Quite a lightening show at that. Next turn of events, following 30east...55north

Bye bye

Off

Not By Bus

Light Midnight

The deer were dancing tonight to a tune internal and explosive. I'm reminded of the spiritual song that goes, 'How can I keep from singing?'

The gift of care far outweighs gold and is deeper than the gulf that can divide us. In sharing of this blog and journey I feel supported. And I am grateful for the community at Drink And Ink, for their depth of love and creativity. May we continue on our way through the sea, out from bondage and oppression; despite the doubt and fear, into deeper love and light and freedom.

Time

T minus 24hours, We travel to cold weather Chicago.

Not By Train

Not By Plane

Subaru Done

In The Process

Greetings and good evening all bloggers and readers. It's an honor to share a blog space with you in energy, if not in theory. So today I attempted to get my Subaru serviced, but was called out in my job and needed to reschedule. They're so nice and let me drive my car off the service grounds. I did get my computer fixed; another item off my list. And I did get to the gym with my husband. Though his sugar levels dipped low and we had to get some emergency supplies at HEB. IT has been an exciting day.
I was just thinking today, that we really don't have tomorrow, only now. Tomorrow does not exist. Only right now. So when I say we are going to Chicago on Wednesday evening, it is not really a reality. It is a hope, an idea, a goal, but not a reality.

Bear is watching his film for the night and I am writing this blog. I have a mileage sheet to my right, my work phone, a prayer book and notebooks with my scheduler. I'm ready to go to bed and feeling as if there is so much else I need to do. Alas, I regret to say, I'm going to do little more today, but go to sleep.

Hope and Doubt

Our hope is that Wednesday comes softly. Today's long needed nap, encouraged by clouds and cool temperatures, felt a bit like a mac truck hitting my body; just exhausted.  After a morning of church we keep believing.  We're going to Chicago.

Sunday Morning

We have just 82 hours till our trip to Chicago. My husband, of 9 years recently was told by his, newish VA doctor, lets call him Kojack, that his disease has progressed to a not good place. It was at a conciliatory lunch, and even more specifically, in the bathroom, where the idea emerged. Go to see his newest grandson, whom he's not yet met.
After work, on Wednesday, we'll  leave for an 18 hour drive and make it in 24 hours. We have a date to see his son play and sing, in his band, in downtown Chicago.
Fortunately, tonight at starbucks, we met a new friend who suggested I blog it.....

Today, my sermon will be about Crossing the Red Sea. We walk today, on the sea floor, fearful of the water, and the oncoming enemy, whom we never really hated, but that somehow life put on the opposite end of the friendship table. Going to a place we really don't know how to get to, or exactly where it is. BUT go we must, or so we've been told. Despite the fears and the gnawing ache that says, just stay home.

The miracle has already been with us. Coming through prior plagues, called Hurricane Ike, Joblessness, Homelessness, Dog Attacks, Bitter Depression, Endarterectomy, among others, that did occur but did not knock us into oblivion, teaching lessons of what? Life is an adventure?

So, Wednesday night, at 5 pm, we'll leave the confines of "home". and Travel out into the night. With a destination....Chicago.