i tried and tried and tried to post this yesterday and typepad said things like    You must enter a permalink for your post.   I have no idea what that means let alone know how to do that.    Am trying again. this is what i look like first thing in the morning.  and really,…

    because Typepad is going through another sensitive phase,  i was afraid to continue adding the the original Post about the  Therapy Group,   or as we might call it now,   the Gathering.   So everytime you see these same two pics you will know it is more information or thoughts about that upcoming happening. i…

  on the third,  i posted about wishing there could be a therapy group for conflicted old women and then an addendum on 6/5 in response to comments:  "to become a therapy group we would need to be Real time and that's something beyond my reach.  We would also need a facilitator.  We would need…

these are EveryWhere.   All Over.   they get walked on,   are so       inconsequential ,   because of their ordinaryness,  their everywhere ness  a small weed flower,  yellow,  kind of dandeline like,  just less than the size of a dime,   so many,  you don't Pay Attention….   but if you  stop and squat down look there's This.

….begin to dissolve

this. THIS. from Jude's blog    Her Love in the Mist.    LOOK….just LOOK.   How so totally stunningly incredibly amazingly designed,  this Life Form,  this blossom of a plant LOOOOOOOOOK.    i think of Lacelady's comment the other day…meeting life    palms Open…. and just        Look.   What a perfect illustration for my…

this morning i thought about wanting to find a therapy group for old women who always wanted to become something.   An artist,  a writer.   A formal Student of the Universe and never did. old women who DID become mothers,  grandmothers and then,  if lucky,  great grandmothers.   While still harboring the urge.  and so,  never quite…

typepad does not allow me to put pics….ok…… but it was an EVENT!   Ms. Johnson….i cannot say enough about Ms.  Johnson.    There they were,   the raw mateial given to her and they Sang and had learned to snap their fingers and do hola hoop and so so so much more.   The kids.   i took…