Is It Dead?

Well, this is how I spent my Memorial Day.  Watching my weenies for twitching, foaming at the mouth, vomiting and seizures.  Yes, quite the cautionary tale.  My sweetest Emmy snored and dreamt a little.  Ornery Sister, was at the other end of the couch and since she has medical issues and both of my little girls are elderly, I watched them like a hawk.

I have had problems with gophers, moles and sewer rats.  They have tunneled all over and in my flower beds.  After trying traps, I bought some poison.  I have never used it before, but they were tunneling everywhere. So, I measured some and poured it down the hole.  I stuffed steel wool over it and cut out some heavy hardware cloth (metal) and put it on top then hammered some spikes in it to keep it down.  I covered it with dirt and flower seeds.  That was two weeks ago.

This morning, I saw the girls little butts sticking out of a hibiscus shrub and knew what they were up to.  As I walked over I passed by the poisoned place and glanced at it. They had not only torn the hardware cloth away, but had also pulled out the steel wool.  I about had a heart attack.  I replaced all and put rocks over it, then hurried in the house and called my vet.  She gave me the symptoms to look for and said they could take hours to appear.  She is 2 hours away and I'm sure not too happy to hear from me on a rare day off. She didn't think after two weeks and rain that they'd be in danger, but told me the steps an animal hospital would take.

So, still no symptoms and perhaps we dodged a catastrophe today.  I wish I had a large margarita, but I don't.  Tonight, after a frozen tv dinner, I'll be watching the third season of Bloodline and House of Cards.  They are both really good.  

Note to self - never use poison again.  I've seen new tunnels and the rat eating at the bird feeder so it isn't dead.  Aye yay yay!

Things We Cannot See

Cue the harmonic music of the universe (at least what I expect it to sound like.) This beautiful crystal piece is citrine, a form of amethyst.  It is used for healing, feng shui and many other things.

Some of you will think I have gone over the edge.  I too used to not believe in anything that I considered a pseudoscience; things that could not be proven according to the standard of rigorous scientific testing.  Just say I'm a skeptic.  Curious, but still skeptical.

Enter my daughter and her sudden loss of vision.  We still don't know what caused it.  We have to wait to see if some terrible auto-immune disease rears its ugly head.  She finished her last dose of steroids yesterday.  Her little face blew up like a balloon, which she isn't happy about.  She still has some vision problems, but it is much improved.  As a mother, I have wanted to help her heal in every way, on every level possible.

Years ago, I had a dream of a young woman with eyes like turquoise neon beams.  She turned to me and told me to "follow the crystal line (or crystalline.")  I have thought of it over the years trying to decipher the meaning, going so far as to spend hours on anagrams to see what it could mean.  There were 200,001 different meanings and I wasn't going to spend anymore time trying to solve it.  But, I never forgot it.  Let me add here, that I have had prophetic dreams before that in fact, came true.  I have no control over it though; can't summon anything.  Just think I'm intuitive.

I have always loved rocks and crystals and fossils.  Never knew anything about them though.  Enter Nicolai Tesla and Edgar Cayce and thousands of years of crystal history and use.  Don't give up on me yet.  Think of cobalt 60 used in radiation for cancer (actually it is cobalt 59 that they've changed on an atomic level to make cobalt 60.)  Lithium is used in batteries.  Quartz, uranium and on and on. And yes, they do have vibrations.  Tesla himself talked of them and their vibrations, resonance on a molecular and atomic basis.  "Nothing exists in the universe that does not have harmonic vibration," Tesla wrote.  He believed magnetism one of the most important processes, even states the universe would not exist without it.  Enter hematite and magnetite, rocks from the earth.

Edgar Cayce, a physician and psychic, left over 14,000 readings and information on the power of crystals and stones.  He even used them in his practice for healing.  He believed his trances were from Atlanteans (yes, the lost continent of Atlantis) and the information he has provided was riveting. 

I have been studying crystals and rocks; the effects and use of each one.  Unbelievable.  I have researched, sourced and purchased all that are anti-inflammatory, help the immune system, help with nerves and eyes and more.  I put them in a bag to go under my daughter's pillow and during the day, she wears others I bought as beaded bracelets.  Hey, it can't hurt, though some crystals are more powerful than others.  I asked her the other night if she was sleeping with her crystals and she said, "yes, I'm sleeping on that bag of rocks under my pillow." :)

Feng shui, Reiki, Ayurvedic medicine and thousands of years of history - who am I to scoff?

My daughter took a cake decorating class last week.  This giant three layer cake was certainly serendipitous.  Don't think it was a random vibration from the universe.

Monday Monday

Monday morning.  Don't feel like spraying for ants and weeding, nor going to the antique booth.  So what to do?  Well, I still have to do all those things and more, but I sit on the porch reading Tesla's theories about the ether and magnetic forces.  More about that later.  But, I must have ADH because the squirrels and baby birds and ducks, goslings and ducklings are just too cute.  

Then, I spy a large water turtle in the upper left corner of the picture next to the porch corner (feel free to fiddle with the picture as I just don't know how to on my iPhone or computer.) The neighbors don't garden much and are putting in a new bed next to their porch.  Mrs. Turtle has other ideas.  She is working hard to dig out her nest to lay a clutch of eggs.  I can't concentrate and I am getting whiplash from trying to read and watch her, afraid I'll miss the big moment (I did.)

She moved down the slope slower than I've ever seen a turtle move.  Hard work I guess.  I surmise she had been covering them up.  She got down to the lake finally and plopped in the water.

Tesla said the past and future are only metaphors; that there is only the present.  Yet, these eggs are going to hatch in the future (small chance since I'm betting the neighbor will dig them up) and this post will be in the past.  Go figure.

And, all the creatures are craning their necks and talking or hanging off the fence, waiting for their morning rations. So off to start this metaphoric day.

What?

Anyone have a guess about what this is?  

It is old, made of pottery and has some numbers on the bottom.  Looks like an old Druid to me.

About 8-9 inches tall, my guess is that it is an old chess piece.

Tweet

Whole lot of cheeping going on.  Baby sparrows under the eave on the back porch are sure calling both parents to bring something good to eat.  Very sweet.

Joni Mitchell - The Circle Game

I thought this song apropos for this post.  With all that has been going on, I just had to let you see the newest member of our family.  Little Cady just turned three months old and won't even be one before our newest addition makes its debut.

She's a cutie if I do say so myself.  Though she's tiny, those little arms and legs are rarely still.

Just Thinking

This is my standard picture when I am become ruminative (hopefully like Rodin, not a cow.)  Taken at the rear of the Rodin Museum in Paris, six or so springs ago - a wonderful trip with a few friends and my sister.

It is hard to post when much is going on (though I've read all my favorite blogs in the meantime.)

 Best of times, worst of times things.

My daughter's sudden blindness took its toll - living from hour to hour; worrying far too much, which is just me.  She is seeing again, though still has problems, but hopes to be back with perfect vision in a few weeks. Truly a blessing.

I looked at a blog today and saw that the author died in April.  Such a shock.  Another has been injured and yet another lost her beloved husband recently.

Such is life I guess.  I did find out yesterday that my son and his wife will have a new baby to love by Christmas.  Hope big Sis, Penny Lane, won't conk it with her toys.  Enjoyed loving on Penny this weekend.  

Oh well, enough of this.  Finally have a sunny day after so much rain and cool weather.  Off to tend the garden.