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Pomp and Circumstance – The Class of 2015

Pomp and circumstance makes me cry. From my own graduation – The Class of 1967 – Russell High and after a few decades UK and Marshall. Then to my daughters high school and college graduations.  I still know the separation anxiety from back then. Uggg. And now, now? How did this all happen so quickly – my oldest grandchild’s high school graduation? The Class of 2015. So many changes.

William, who I held all night when he was 6 weeks old through a glorious Christmas Eve with a full moon on snow; who taught me to play trucks and then to read maps. I would pick him up at day care and after feeding him (because school makes a kid really hungry) he would draw a map. In actuality it was scribbles on a piece of paper but when we went outside he would follow the lines and we’d walk around town following his detailed instructions, explainations and directions.

I tried to understand Pokémon and listened intently but never really latched onto their collective significance. He left me with his extensive capabilities with Legos. Although I did spend many hours in ToysRUs agonizing over which box to buy.  Can you say Star Wars up the walls of his bedroom?

I sewed the official flag for Sector 7. We had road trips, one to buy a ridiculously expensive organic free range turkey for Thanksgiving. He navigated, perfectly through road construction. (Maybe it was the training from the  kindergarten map game. Hummm).

He liked to spend the night and we would talk about life’s maneuverings about soccer and bullying team mates. He helped me build labyrinths. I saved him from having to ride the school bus more often than not. “Gram, don’t make me ride the bus today.  Please come and get me!”

I took him all three times to drivers license testing. And then he was off – launched via a plastic card into his own world – friends, engineering classes, soccer, clubs,  and girls. No more exploring with a grandmother.
While Grandmother status eliminates the daily responsibilities of child nurturing, it is also a generation removed from the intimate dependency of parent-child. My link with William (and the other four) a generation removed. So I was “re-placed” by the growing up and away options. And while I know this is for sure, absolutely, positively the way things happen, I miss him.   And I know for sure, absolutely, positively our blood connection will never change nor will our history together and thus the influence we have had on each other is genetic and a part of who he is.

Life is ever changing. Like the DNA strands people, situations, places and things come together and separate. We come together and we grow apart while coursing through the mutable rapids of life where we hold tightly onto love and relationships while writing our stories a chapter at a time.  This is the unchanging part, the foundation part.

And I do not wish to stop you, William, or hinder your growth, or keep you from experiencing that which peaks your curiosity. I miss your childhood. And I do know that no matter where you go and what you do I will always be your grandmother – your favorite grandmother in Scott County. I am the one who rocked you that Christmas Eve when we talked of the life ahead. And I am the grandmother who once bought you a popcorn pan for your birthday and I am the one who lost you in the lobby of the hotel in Florida when you were two years old. And, yes, on my watch you only fell down the stairs once.  Only once. Oh and then there is the curling iron event.

Yet you did grow up, in spite of it all!

(Changing the words by inserting boy for girl, obviously!)

May your warrior heart be guided by compassion, tenacity, joy and love. And may the pitfalls be pot holes not sink holes.

I love you, William. Always.


Healthy Eating Challenge

Breakfast is ready!

Dream Big, Dream Often

So Evelina has found this great morning breakfast meal called Overnight Oats.  Have you seen this on Pinterest or Twitter?  It is so good and very easy to put together.

First, you need a glass mason jar with a lid and the following ingredients:

1/2 cup of oatmeal

1/2 cup of almond milk

1/3 teaspoon vanilla extract,

1/3 teaspoon flax seed

1 packet of Truvia or a dab of honey.

1 tablespoon of crushed almonds

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Combine the oatmeal and almond milk in the mason jar and mix in all the ingredients except the chopped fruit.  Seal the jar and place in the refrigerator overnight.  In the morning open the jar, mix in chopped fruit and eat.  It is so good!!  You may need to adjust the amounts to fit your eating requirements.

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Who are you?

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Today you are you, that is truer than true.
There is no one alive who is youer than you.
— Dr. Seuss

Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.
— My good friend, Janet

A friend of mine just published a book: Alchemy 365 by Brenda Lightfeather Marroy.       (

Her marriage to Paul was the first wedding ceremony I ever preformed! I was not the scheduled minister and yet ended up perfectly suited to the situation by faith on both sides of the decision. We connected.
I am prompted to promote her book here because I am proud of her tenacity and determination to publish this self-awareness daybook.
May 11, today’s quote from Dr. Seuss directs me back to many Julia Cameron Artist’s Way exercises and prompts me to write this post.

Who are you?
Where are you from?
Where are you now?
Where do you want to go?
What have you done?
What do you want to do?
What makes you you?

List your special qualities.
List your quirks.
List your favorite things.
List your passions and your passionate dislikes.

All of these lists paint the picture of the you that is YOU.
I challenge you to make the lists. Laugh at yourself. Cry with yourself. And as you open the gift to discover YOU more fully, I challenge you to say I Love You every time you see yourself in the mirror as a way of honoring and accepting the you that is YOU.
All the best in your journey to self-discovery. Mine sure has been a rocky and gratifying road.  Sometimes more rocky.  Sometimes more gratifying.

And I just have to include this:

Warning – bad word.  Or what used to be considered a bad word – not is as common as dirt!


I love this post. Wanted to share it with you all. You all may not completely agree but the sentiment is beautiful and peaceful and loving. Celebration… Pain… and more Celebration…

What superb examples of being real, being amongst the people and enjoying a great celebration together… the Royal Family of Holland coming out into the streets year after year to celebrate with all the people the Kings/Queens birthday. Ever since I arrived in Holland in the early 80’s, I have enjoyed going out in the streets […]

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Help California — Plant something.


Spring Garden

Spring Garden

We have no water shortage in Kentucky. Our global warming ramifications this year have been a bitter, cold end of winter; the most snow fall in decades, certainly all at once, 17”, and the wettest April on record, 6+ inches of rain in a 24 hour period was only one of the storms that pummeled us. The rains created a Spring of abundant green and lush lively colors.
And yet our neighbors in California are not so blessed. Due to political and environmental or non-environmental decisions of which I know enough to get myself in trouble, they have run the water table dry. What can we do? I say we can ease the effects of the drought in California by planting some of your own food this summer.
I love my garden and, I admit, it is somewhat in defiance that I plant a garden. Although I am retired and… isn’t that what retired people do, plant a garden to subsidize their food budget? Admitedly, that penny pinching has its rank. Yet, mostly, I like knowing where my food comes from and how it’s grown. And I like taking some of the responsibility for feeding myself. And, I love gardening. I love dirt under my fingernails. I love the nurturing part and watching those tough, tiny little seedlings grow into their fullness.
As you have seen from my posts, here and on Facebook, I am a back-to-the-earth, eat local, stop the chemicals in our food (plant and animal), and label the GMO’s (You do it for the European consumer – why not the American consumer?), kinda girl. I eat as much organic as I can afford. I buy meat from farmers who treat their livestock with love, respect and gratitude. And I grow as much as possible of my own food. Food independence.
It is a small yard we have converted to raised beds and a raspberry patch. I am happy to get dirt under my fingernails in order to walk to the back yard and pick healthy food to eat. Confession: the snap peas seldom make it into the house. We simply stand and eat our fill right out there in the garden! The spring pea seedlings are about 7 inches tall but have no blooms yet. We eagerly await them.
Or a tomato? The same way. Picking and eating a warm tomato, juice running down my hand? Ummm. Or parsley? A sprig freshens my mouth and my senses. AHHHH. Grow. Grow. Grow.
So, I suggest we give the earth a break until the Californians figure out what is more important swimming pools and green lawns and golf courses in the dessert or avocados and almond grown in the desert? In the interim, I suggest you plant something. Anything. Plant your favorite. I am not suggesting you do the O/C thing I have done and convert your whole yard, but there are many options. Containers? Easy to set up and take care of. Convenient. Have you seen those upside down hanging planters?
Maybe convert a bit of your flower garden to food. Lettuce is easy. Cabbage is fun to grow. So is broccoli. Brussel sprouts aren’t a top ten favorite of many but the plant is soooo cool with little sprouts at every leaf up the stem? A tomato is simple to grow and the extras you pop into a freezer bag and then dump it into your chili in November. No need to even take off the skins. The skins will loosen up and rise to the top of whatever you are cooking.
Oh, and herbs? Mix them in with your flowers. Dill is a lovely plant. Basil? Delicious and a fabulous shade of green with a heavenly smell. Parsley is a beautiful plant. Peppers aren’t difficult. In fact, two years ago I let a pepper plant sit and dry out; the red peppers stayed attached to the plant, and I used it for my Christmas tree.
Oh, and I just bought a carton of worms. Yep. Worms from Uncle Jim’s Worm Farm. Found it on the internet, of course. That’s how big a gardening nerd I am. Red wigglies for my compost. Yep, I’m in as far as I can go here in the middle of town. There’s a law against having chickens I the city limits or maybe, I’d have chickens. Just now my only wildlife are the blasted squirrels who think I plant stuff for them and this little guy who lived under the wood pile until I brought in the last log to burn in the wood stove.2015-05-01 11.13.51
So, If you haven’t already, take the plunge. Buy a plant, love it and then feast on it. It will be grateful to share it’s nutrients with you.
Here’s to healthy food and dirty fingernails.


A Simple Hello


The evening commute home was a scramble as people rushed and crushed onto the train fighting for a place to sit or stand.  A last-minute couple pushed through the door dropping tourist maps in their haste. Forced by the crowd to split up, the man went one way and the woman another.

The woman sat down in the last vacant seat next to where I stood and began to refold maps. Beside her sat a well-dressed business woman who appeared to read something work-related even after a day at the office. The two glanced briefly at each other, said nothing, and went back to their tasks of reading and map folding.

Things calmed as the train doors shut and people settled into seats or places to stand. As we waited for the train to depart, only the rustling of newspapers or the occasional ring of a cell phone could be heard…

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Happy Springtime to you and yours!!!

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Flip flops and flowers.

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Editorial: And Jesus Wept

I love this blog. I so believe these words/thoughts.


The passing of Indiana’s religious freedom act yesterday–along with similar laws already on the books–is eerily familiar to the civil-rights’ era which scarred our nation and still leaves an open wound to this day.  To say that it is not discriminatory flies in the face of human sinfulness (called ‘ethnocentrism’ by sociologists)–the need of one group to have another group it can judge, look down upon, and refuse to serve.

To say that yesterday’s law is compatible with Christianity suffers from the amnesia of history, allowing us to forget that Christians put “No Coloreds Allowed” signs in their store windows.  Racist political leaders, mayors, city council members, school board members, and law enforcement officials belonged to churches, and were considered dedicated members and fine upstanding citizens in their communities.  The Ku Klux Klan dared to call itself a Christian organization.  And in our darkest moments, lynchings and murders were justified…

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Endless Remembrance 

Great post Kim. Your poetry at the end is WOW.

Spirit Writer


Spoke HE then with words of great power saying:

Thou hast been made free of the Halls of Amenti.
Choose thou thy work among the children of men.

Then spoke I:
O, great master,
let me be a teacher of men,
leading then onward and upward until they,
too, are lights among men;
freed from the veil of the night that surrounds them,
flaming with light that shall shine among men.

Spoke to me then the voice:
Go, as yet will. So be it decreed.
Master are ye of your destiny,
free to take or reject at will.
Take ye the power, take ye the wisdom.
Shine as a light among the children of men.

Upward then, led me the Dweller.
Dwelt I again among children of men,
teaching and showing some of my wisdom;
Sun of the Light, a fire among men.

Now again I tread the path down

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