Rhododendron Time

It's almost summer here at Dragonfly Pond Cottage.  Lots has happened since the last time I posted.  For one, I have let go of my once strong desire to return to Cape Cod, this time as a home or condo owner. Otherwise I might have gone mad for the trying.  Like the ugly sisters trying to squeeze their foot into Cinderella's slipper.  Instead, I have settled into Dragonfly Pond Cottage with my son and his dog Maddie.

Not looking for pity here.  Just telling it like it is for me at 73.  In the warm seasons it is quite lovely out on this back road.  But lonely too in the winter.  Especially as I choose not to drive much in the winter or anytime really.  I knew the best place for me would be in a village where I could walk to shops.  Something like Orleans on Cape Cod with a bookstore and cafes and grocery stores all within walking distance of some of the in-town condos.

But as is my way I hesitated.  The upside is I can provide a home for my son in this difficult rental market.  The down side is I can go days and days seeing no one except my son and Maddie.

Believe me I have thought of just about every option and tried some and oh well, none seemed to manifest for me.  So I'll have to renew my campaign to keep myself amused.  But right now, its spring, the rhododendron is blossoming, I have a few tomato plants in the garden, I'm painting the kitchen wall and I walk 2.3 miles three days a week.

Hello to all of you I knew before when we all blogged and nice to meet you to all my new readers.  Hope to show up here again soon.  Love, Suki

Indifferent Light My new chapbook

I have a new chapbook of poems soon to be published by Finishing Line Press. The direct link to my book for on-line purchasing is as follows:
https://finishinglinepress.com/index.php?cPath=4&sort=2a&filter_id=1392

You can also write to Finishing Line Press, PO Box 1626, Georgetown, KY  40324.  Enclose a check or money order made out to Finishing Line Press for $14.99 plus $2.99 shipping.

I am proud to have a painting by my long-time friend Frankie Brackley Tolman on the cover.  http://frankiebrackleytolman.com/

Thank you to all who have commented on my poems through the years.    Namaste, Suki

Woman in the Dunes II

Of course I looked forward to being so close to the ocean beach.  The house was set back from the water and in a declivity.  All you could see from the house were sand dunes.  I had to walk to the top of the dune for the view.  Through these waters my ancestors sailed on the Mayflower.  Hello Richard Warren.

Every morning dawn greeted me from the east.  And sunset from the west although I took no photos or if I did they look much like sunrise.  LOL.

This brief story makes it sound like a heavenly journey.  But at one point I wrote in my journal-- is this a vision quest or the journey from hell?  I have not related the several physical trauma's I experienced while at the shack.  Or the several insights. I left totally exhausted and remained so for three weeks.  I am just recovering my equilibrium now that I am back home. I plan to write a short memoir in which I will describe in depth more of what I experienced.