Resurrecting thyme ~
I cut out the noise on all five senses and just got quiet in the last weeks. I know it's hard for some of you to imagine....
I even heard from Mary, "Where's the blog?"
"BATMAN" (Guthrie dubbed this photo) fur purr baby above keeps me company after he discovered the basement.
The Chicks after being cooped up for the Winter became "free birds," and dug in the milkweed garden to take a dirt bath. It's the little things in life but especially the animals that give me routine and amusement on my path to self healing.
Progress and growth make for a good combination of daily activity. Look mom - NO Hands...
Those, there are my baby "celebration" tomatoes.
SLOW motion snow storm, Welcome to April in New England.
Thankfully my seedlings are under the window in the front room where the male cardinal pecks at his reflection. He's a narcissist but I've been listening to his love calls and finally saw his orange beaked girlfriend on the oak tree. They were together at last and flew off into the sunset ~ T O G E T H E R~
I took it as a sign ~
Love is in the Air!
B E A U T I F U L!
Made my healing heart sing with joy
The bread of life HANDCRAFTED by Guthrie SEALED that loving deal.
It's amazing how one kind gesture can make your day. Challah bread baked by the talented Guthrie and delivered on Megali Sabado did just that. My hat goes off to you my dear. The Greek version is called Tsoreki. The bread of life is a sweet, light fluffy bread and is delicious. This kind gesture, filling my happy tummy with a traditional bread of life uplifted my psychology.
And was just in time for Orthodox Easter, which was last Sunday. Because food, friendship and fun are important in life, I generally celebrate Greek Easter as well as host it. The plan this year before everything went completely awry was to have it at the farm. The Benjamin Caryl Farm. This of course was the plan after Thanksgiving 2019. Best laid plans....
My mom would have been going into her 90th year and it was my way of reintegrating into American culture via my Greek roots. Invite the family as well as family friends, it was to be a family affair after all.
AND... an ode to Shirley, my mother. Fortunately, Shirl the Pearl, who laid the ground work as in "I was built for a pandemic" left the material world only four months ago. We four children were prepared needless to say for this pandemic. My mother was a hoarder as well as a nurse and her first aid closet of goodies had everything in it. I should know, I supplied that closet from Walgreens for years.
Celebrating Easter in Greece is just a magical wonderful event that everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime.
In solidarity with the Greeks, I discovered delivery service of
M A L A M A T I N A.... yes retsina from Christo a Cretan with a wine store in Needham.
JACK POT or in Grenglish TZAK POT!
I made spanakopita and celebrated my own resurrection in life. I consider myself a world religious person, even though I was brought up Christian.
I am not all Jesus Christ, though.
I prefer to be one with nature in the herb, flower and veggie garden of life.
The Greeks may I add are killing it (kidding and not). They have managed to control/contain the beast of this "COVID '19" of course, we can't be quite sure of the numbers but they have managed to prove to the world they can flatten the curve and come out on top. B R A V O!
They are hoping to slowly open society so that a nation struggling from 10 years of economic depression can get on with tourism. I was to go to Lesvos in the end of June of this year but my own travel clock for Corona will land me over in Europe next year probably in the Fall.
So speaking of economic depressions, wake up America, half of our country is unemployed. I am one of those people. Thankfully, we have a mechanism of aid to help me and those people who are out of work. UI or unemployment insurance.
I admitted in a Zoom meeting with my Colby College girlfriends, I felt some shame taking unemployment. My oldest dearest friend, Maisie, strongly urged back in March, apply for unemployment, just do it.
So I did it.
It took 45 minutes and then you have to call in weekly and YES I am still looking for a job. The Commonwealth and I think other States also put in a provision for GIG workers so my original application got bumped up to more money. Y E S INDEED I WILL TAKE IT! TY!
This area was originally the fruitery. A farm back in the revolutionary days had an herb garden (close to kitchen), a fruitery and an outside veggie garden. Now the fruitery is holding the chickens and that is the famous Hodgson Chicken Coop, which was manufactured by the Hodgson Family, I believe in the early 1900s. I've been cleaning the coop and creating my compost. All a circle in life.
FREE BIRDs are
pecking, clawing and airing the herbs. I had to shoo them away from the THYME, which I've been using in my cooking. Thyme helps the Thymus gland endocrinologically speaking. Dr. George, Benjamin Caryl's son used the herb garden for his recipes. These recipes were his simple concoctions for healing. Of course.... this was back in the day...
"It's time for everyone to do some inner work," said my friend Sue. During the reach out phase of Corona, I touched base with some friends from Maine. My friend Jeannine said she spoke to Sue, who told her that I have a ghost where I live. When Psychic Sue gives you that information through pragmatic Jeannine, you say to yourself...
"I thought so." I just don't know which house The Benjamin Caryl house or the Greek house? Upon deeper reflection, it's both! What is it ~ with ghosts and me? (more to come on the ghost)
So on a deep level and in the mysterious plane of ghosts this corona healing is very powerful, deep and reaches the very T cells that create positive phonemes in our bodies. These cells are the healing happy cells that produce good energy.
Sunny days, vitamin D, helps melt the slow motion snow storm in April and the fresh air of a new day opens my wide eyed approach to resurrect my body, mind and soul.
This guy was singing along and alone in the apple blossoms.
One with nature, the resurrection of Spring produces another day of living in quarantine and one step closer to a healthy life.
Metrowest, part of Norfolk County, in particular Dover, where I live have 14 cases and a whole lot of "presumptive positve" cases.
One of the HS seniors surprised me as I was puttering in the garden. He had just walked up to "the peak" - (Peabody's Peak) with his friend and pit bull, Mr. McGee. I met Kevin, HS senior in English class as a substitute teacher. He's a super good kid and so I was able to talk to him about his lost last semester of his senior year. He's bummed but maybe the lesson is that he will resurrect this time of isolation later in the year with his school mates. I also reflected on the loss of my connection with the seniors. As a teacher, it's always good to have a student. It makes you feel like maybe you have a mission in life. No more school until maybe September as the Governor shut it down. I do think that was a wise decision.
I have to admit Kevin's surprise spontaneous visit gave my extroverted self a one up on my introverted self. Human contact even though from 12 feet away is a good thing.
So the moral of the story as my father Nick would say, "Hit 'em hard," and don't forget to let them know who is boss.
You are BOSS! And Boss says STAY HEALTHY!