Astronomy Picture of the Day

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Meet the Rock

meet the rock

it's had a hard life,
one meltdown after another,
testing the rock.

this piece of the ledge,
close up,
nearly tells a story,
then petrified,
ever changing.

i was upset when
they blew up mountaintops
to put up whirlybirds.
some guy responding to my rant,
said they didn't blow up much of the mountain.

Will you feel the same about mountains as i do?
They're sacred kind of places,
with a place in our environment,
just as they are.
don't blow up rocks
for power.

Monday, April 29, 2013



was another start,

a new week,
fresh with newness,
like the air
after a hard rainfall.

the beat was ever present,
a steady rhythm,
guiding us through,
not to,

the newness would not last,
and would soon become old,
then Monday will roll around

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Back this Album!

I was so tired I forgot to do Friday night music.
Oh yes, I forgot, it was not planned.
Spent yesterday dragging plastic out so we can till and plant.
All stove up as some might say today.
Hanging out in the sunny window
and found a reason to buy a new signed CD
and actually be part of funding the project!
We have seen Randy in person and have been amazed.
Bruce Katz is on Alexis Suter's DVD live at the Ramble.
So hope you too will support this worthy project, no matter where in the world you might be.

CKS is producing a new album...
Your opportunity to help
press this link to

Back this Album!

Here are the members of CKS...

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Psalm Challenge 101

Psalm Challenge 101


Psalm 101

King James Version (KJV)

101 I will sing of mercy and judgment: unto thee, O Lord, will I sing.
2 I will behave myself wisely in a perfect way. O when wilt thou come unto me? I will walk within my house with a perfect heart.
3 I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes: I hate the work of them that turn aside; it shall not cleave to me.
4 A froward heart shall depart from me: I will not know a wicked person.
5 Whoso privily slandereth his neighbour, him will I cut off: him that hath an high look and a proud heart will not I suffer.
6 Mine eyes shall be upon the faithful of the land, that they may dwell with me: he that walketh in a perfect way, he shall serve me.
7 He that worketh deceit shall not dwell within my house: he that telleth lies shall not tarry in my sight.
8 I will early destroy all the wicked of the land; that I may cut off all wicked doers from the city of the Lord.


King James Version (KJV) by Public Domain


Mary's notes:

101: The words of David, laying out his ideals, the ideal civilization,
Did not work out as planned,
the Darkness always seeps in amongst the cracks.
This week, posting another story,
about spring,
and death,
and how even when you try very hard,
some things are destined,
no all things are destined,
to die.

    An Apple Year
    by Mary E. Gerdt
    C 2013
    all rights reserved


    When I was in the second grade we went on a field trip to a farm. My childhood world was people, pavement, asphalt, stop lights, buildings, downtown small town US. Animals were squirrels and blue jays and crows nesting for the night before heading out to raid the corn fields of the flatlands of Illinois. But when we got off the bus (riding the bus was a treat for me in and of itself-I always walked to school), and smelled the fresh air and saw the animals and plants and fences, I knew this was the life for me. I wanted to live on a farm.
    My Mom’s cousin Eleanor and Mom’s best friend Sissy, and Sissy’s Mom Dorothy were the other farmers that sealed my resolve to shake off the pavement and move to the peaceful side of life. “Don’t you just love livin’ with nature” Sissy said. “Yes” I said silently to myself as I read her Christmas card.
    Dorothy, Sissy and Eleanor are gone now. I would venture to say their farms may be gone too, with development pressures nipping at what is left of the rural life around Midwestern small towns.
    So when my innocent eyes saw the farm that my husband Fred grew up on, it was love at first sight for me. In a strange way I felt we belonged there even early on, although we would not move there until years later. I imagined all the things that must have happened there and turned out to be wrong about many of them. When I looked from the outside it seemed so simple, so loving, so orderly.
    On our journey on our piece of the family farm, I have learned nothing is as it appears, nothing can be predicted, and nothing worth having is easy. We gave up a fortune for my dream of a farm. We gave up our peace now (then) for peace of the future (now). We flew by the seat of our pants and, along the way, Fred developed high blood pressure and diabetes. My doctor discovered I have had Multiple Sclerosis which I have feared for some years. Stress makes all these conditions thrive.
    Somehow these health problems helped us focus away from the material world. When we look for the good in all these experiences, that is a part of it. It made us ask: what is all this but money and property? Nothing. Where can we go from here? Right through it, a friend suggested. Where else?

    I know this is not the kind of story that recounts how we went on a vacation this year (because we did not), or that our children were successful in school (they are too old), or that we had a great year at work in our dream jobs (come on, is that ever really true anyway?).
    This is the kind of story meant to tell you what really matters in the world.
    When we saw the front yard tulips blooming in the spring, we couldn’t help but think of Ed and Augusta, Fred’s uncle and aunt who lived here. The tulips Augusta planted years ago have bloomed sporadically, usually a pretty sad showing of a tulip here and there, like they do when they finally fade forever. But this spring, the first after Augusta died, we saw more tulips and they were brighter than ever. They seemed to bloom forever. More colors.

    It was a sign, I had to think, a message from Augusta. After Ed died we have referred to a particular local vulture as Ed. The vultures roost in the maple woods out back and circle all summer on the thermals on this bluff where we live. We imagined after Ed died he would have preferred to be a large bird soaring high overhead freed from the manmade obligations he found so tedious. Now fully at one with nature.
    When Fred and I first moved to the family farm house, we were hopeful of the apple trees. They are large old trees in the yard. We explored restoring them but the neighbor said they never produce apples, they would die if you pruned them, and they were dying now.
    You can’t. You won’t. It doesn’t.
    So, much to our surprise two years later the apple trees bloomed and they produced apples. Was that a miracle? Spite at the neighbor? Or hope?
    My scientist brother explained when apples are left to be wild, meaning not pruned, they produce every other year. He would know that. It made me relieved. We don’t prune and get apples every other year. In 1998, the ice storm pruned them for us. Like a bomb went off, our yard looked completely disturbing to us, a foreign appearance.
    A few days after I turned forty, we were cleaning brush and I fell and broke my arm.  Those apples again. I was seeing my connection to nature, like Sissy said. The apple trees broke and my arm broke: like a twig, my arm snapped.
    Along now I began to wonder: Where did I come from? Why did I always seem at war? Why did I have scars on my face where I had not been cut? What was my former life? How could I be so detached from nature when I know only a few short generations ago I plucked and killed chickens to eat, I scrounged for food in the woods and washed in a creek.
    Everyone did.
    I wondered what my homeland had looked like? What plants did we have to eat? How did they survive the harsh weather? Is that why I am so attracted to Vermont?
    I became sure I was a product of war, destined to reincarnate as warrior. Westphalia, Prussia was listed on the family tree my mother had made. My Internet search told me that Prussia was one of the last strongholds of paganism. Were our family members the pagans? Or the warriors? Or, somehow, a cross, tormented at times by two opposing worlds. I believe I am a product of both.
    This house we live in is like a castle. I now call it Castle Rock. Hard as a rock, built on a stony hill. I imagined us living in such a stony German castle, thinking I had been here before.
    Fred's family came from Prussia too.
    This year, we finally trimmed the loose ends, patched and sewed up the tattered holes in our life and prepared for our new life together, here on what is now, finally, our farm. We were able to smile a little when the apple trees bloomed in such a profusion we worried it would finally be their last year. And when the apples came, they came on stronger than ever. Even our sad out of place zone five red and golden delicious apple trees that the neighbor said we planted too close together, bloomed and produced many scabby but sweet pretty apples.
    In fact, many things about this year were special. The flowers never bloomed so well, the vegetables never tasted so good, and the pain was never quite so deep. The bad with the good. Mother Nature trying to cheer us up, balance the scales, sweeten our sour taste, to show me that nothing comes without a price. Nothing lives without dying.
    The trees do watch us and try to cheer us up when all looks lost.
    Do you believe?
    So, although we have had a rough course to travel these past years, this experience has clarified a few things for us.
    I can see things now from the apple trees’ perspective. We let them live all these years and have not pruned them, nor doubted their ability, nor made them conform. I believe they are grateful to us for that. We delight in watching their flowers in spring, growing apples some years which the deer gobble up during hunting season, the squirrels all year jump from tree to tree chased by our feral cat pride. In the spring, we pick up fallen branches and Fred cuts the bad limbs when he can reach them and his limbs allow him.
    Different birds cycle in all year. Some in the winter eating bugs, cedar waxwings fly though on their migration and eat the blossoms, swallows return from the warm south and play catch with falling blossoms. Chickadees beg for food and follow us throughout the yard.
    We are now “reduced” (or advanced enough) to see signs from nature around us. Were we just looking for a sign anyway? That we belonged? Does it matter? What do the apple trees think?
    If the apple trees could speak, they might say:
    Believe in nature. It is real.
    Believe in love. Love is everything.
    Bloom when you are happy.
    Be who you were meant to be.
    Don’t cry for apples not here this year. Next year you may get more than you dreamed of.
    When someone you love dies and you were not able to express to each other how you really feel, look outside and there may be a flower blooming where there were none last year and let that be a sign to you. What could it hurt?
    Go make friends with an apple tree.
    When you wonder whether you should do this or that, better to at least just do something.
    When you think life is fair, you must have been listening to a fairy tale.
    Think about the poor old apple trees, scarred and old and gnarly and alive, ready to please us like a puppy dog, watching us all these years struggle to be ourselves and find our own way, now rewarding us with flowers and apples like we are the puppy.
    And smiling in their own way.


Mountain Tops

Ledges are found on Mountain tops.
Mighty forces collided,
long ago,
Leaving behind these sculptures,
made of stone.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Guest Editorial Monkton Chronicles

Neighbor Jane Palmer wrote this great article outlining why the proposed pipeline should not be allowed in our town. We fight to live in a beautiful place. We do not want to be bisected by a High pressure Fracking gas line, sure to expand, sure to blow or leak or rupture, or explode. We do not want to have to bear the burden of first responders when it all blows up.
mary gerdt, monkton, vermont
Vermont Gas...Good parents?
By Jane Palmer, Monkton, Vermont

When my son was young...and him being my first child, I took all sorts of parenting classes...I was terrified I would do parenting I gathered all the information and advice I could find. One of the tips I remember being helpful when he was about two, was to offer him simple choices and not expect him to make decisions he was too young to comprehend. I learned not to say,”Are you ready for bed now?” or “It's time for bed, OK?” but to rephrase it as, “Do you want to sleep with your bear or your dinosaur tonight?” or “Do you want a story or a song before you go to sleep tonight?” I gave him choices he was able as a two year old to make. This technique worked for a while, until the precocious little bugger started to catch on to my ploy and would tell me point blank he wasn't sleepy and going to bed was not an option. (Well...another thing I taught him was to question authority and I can tell you that came back to bite me in the ass more than once while he was growing up)

So, here comes Vermont Gas...and they want to find a way to deliver gas from Colchester to International Paper in Ticonderoga NY and Addison County is in the way. (For reasons still not clear to us Vermonters, going down the New York side is already off the table) Their first attempt to site their pipeline through Hinesburg and Monkton was met with vehement opposition from the townspeople. So, I guess they went and took the same parenting class as I did because they basically came back to the towns and said.. OK..which route would you prefer....down the road or on the VELCO corridor?

And the townspeople responded like good little children and made their choices, not even questioning the “other” option of having no pipeline at all.

Our select board has been struggling with this pipeline since the general public became aware of the situation. What seemed like a pretty straight forward project that promised financial gain and economic opportunities for the town, has now morphed into a battle between what is morally the right thing to do and what will make the fewest waves in the legislative system. More and more people are learning the truth about this so called “cheap, clean energy” and many of the folks that felt “natural” gas was a better choice than burning oil or coal and were queuing up to cross that fuel “bridge” to a cleaner tomorrow, started to look ahead and they realized that “natural” gas is a “bridge to nowhere.” It is more like a gang plank than a bridge because when we get to the end of it, there will be no turning back.

The select board wants to strike the best deal they can with Vermont Gas and do right for the people of the town. We need to let the select board hear what we want. If you truly believe that siting a foreign owned pipeline that will move Canadian “fracked” gas to a New York corporation, through the yards of your neighbors, through farmlands and sensitive wetlands, next to houses, wells and water supplies is OK as long as a few households are afforded the opportunity to hook up and buy “natural” gas that comes from questionable and environmentally unsound extraction methods, at a price that is subject to change drastically before this transmission pipeline is even installed, ...then you should speak up. On the flip side, if you think this pipeline is NOT a good deal for Monkton, Addison County, the State of Vermont ..the should speak up too. The select board needs to hear from us..

Nate and I have been very outspoken about this pipeline. I am sure there are some of you that are getting tired of seeing my rants. We, personally, are already profoundly impacted by this project. Early on, I thought “natural” gas was a good thing too..but then I did the research. All I am asking is that you do the research too Maybe you will come to another conclusion than we did. Maybe you will come to the same conclusion, but either way, I hope you will call or write to the select board and voice your feelings on the matter. It's how the system is supposed to work. So even if you have already written to the select board about this pipeline...let them hear from you again. They're there to serve us, folks. Help them do their jobs. Question authority. We are not two year olds. We know what our choices are.

mary gerdt's notes:
I am proud of Jane for writing this. My Mom and Dad wrote letters when they were peeved
because this is the U.S. and they could do that. They taught me that.
Each of my parents' source of understanding of oppression came from their lives, their parents, grandparents, extended family, friends, communities of immigrants fleeing the old ways, wars, depression, hardship, pain. The worst is Injustice, unfairness, Breaking the Golden rule.
I write letters and try to help change things if I can, peacefully, rationally. Like posting this letter of Jane's. It just makes sense.
Mom even wrote a letter to the editor after Silent Spring came out and she read the book.
She wrote a letter to support the ban on DDT. The osprey came back. We see more all the time.

Monkton, Vermont website

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Swallows Past

Swallows past

top photo: Friendly visitor paused so Fred could take this special close up.
bottom: Opportunities can  be seized. Nest under eaves.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Swallows Return

The Swallows are back.
Beautiful, masterful, flying bug eaters.
We welcome them
& their incessant chattering.

This video is what things are like in August

Tuesday, April 23, 2013



It's so quiet,
I can't hear you sing,

did you get lost?

what was the cost?
that you paid to get your wings?

I expected you to
fly down to me,
take my troubles
off my back.

If I close my eyes and
wish so hard that
I could hear your
beating wings,

Would you fly down
from your high cloud,
Let me feel your
gentle face.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Ice fishing, Sunset, and Horsehead Nebula

Ice Fishing Lake Champlain
bulldozer not recommended
note: this was taken by me with fred driving over to NY
on the old crown point bridge. took me half the day to find this old photo
the lake is open now but 2007 was a darn good year. meg

Horsehead Nebula by Hubble @ 23 years of age

Sunday, April 21, 2013

No Fracking Way

monkton chronicles

weekend edition

breaking news

Will you join me in signing this petition to let Middlebury College know it is not green it is


c'mon, no frackin' way....


CBS Press Express | Vegas

CBS Press Express | Vegas

In the 1960's, Mom &  Dad & Norma & Percy drove from Edwardsville, Illinois to
Las Vegas, Nevada. Norma & Percy ran the shoe repair shop. I can still see, feel, here them, smell the leather, the rubber soles shaved, polished, nailed. The machines, the polishes. Them in their aprons. Smiling. They drove to Vegas to gamble, see the shows, see America. Route 66. They had 4 flat tires, successively. They got shiny matchbooks and photos of them standing in shorts and sunglasses, facing the sun, desert behind them. This show is great and I love the stories, the history, the human aspect and the vintage cars like the Cadillacs, and Corvair we saw on a rerun...Hope this show keeps going.

Cold & Clouds

Addison county looking west to New York Adirondack mountainss

Cold & Clouds

Cold weather persisting,

is this a broken record?

dressing in layers is the fashion du jour.
enjoy your sunday.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Psalm Challenge 100

Monarch Butterfly on Zinnia
Praise the Lord,
Who made Nature


Psalm 100

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition (DRA)
100 A psalm for David himself. Mercy and judgment I will sing to thee, O Lord: I will sing,
2 and I will understand in the unspotted way, when thou shalt come to me. I walked in the innocence of my heart, in the midst of my house.
3 I did not set before my eyes any unjust thing: I hated the workers of iniquities.
4 The perverse heart did not cleave to me: and the malignant, that turned aside from me, I would not know.
5 The man that in private detracted his neighbour, him did I persecute. With him that had a proud eye, and an unsatiable heart, I would not eat.
6 My eyes were upon the faithful of the earth, to sit with me: the man that walked in the perfect way, he served me.
7 He that worketh pride shall not dwell in the midst of my house: he that speaketh unjust things did not prosper before my eyes.
8 In the morning I put to death all the wicked of the land: that I might cut off all the workers of iniquity from the city of the Lord.
Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition (DRA) by Public Domain

mary: so many ways psalms are written. this version with the judgement and putting to death the wicked. seemed like an ethical dilemma. bad people are not always judged and sometimes never caught. this week at least, perhaps, the killing of one and the catching of one of the wicked will lead to others and their heinous actions will lead all of us to be more vigilant. it really is strange to forget how close we are to Boston. The connections to people we know are numerous. our hearts are with the people of Boston this week as we struggle with the vivid memories sometimes too graphic of victim images blurted out on the news.

for more interpretations, host



from the south

gusting, moving, pushing giant cloud banks at surreal speeds.
pushing warm air
pretty much straight north
why does it feel so cold?

The cold front coming,
Will Crash, as they are known to do,
Crash down on the warm air
making precipitation.

Then the week after another senseless act,
shocking us with the frosty cold of hate,
not wanting to hate
yet feeling more hate with each story.

Today begins a day anew,
Look for the light
to come on through,
Hope that the light, it shines on you,
family, friends and animal friends, too.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Guest Editorial

Guest Editorial

Regarding the Pipeline Gaz wants to build,

My neighbor Jane wrote this essay.

The President can change his mind...we can too!
Back when Vermont Gas first notified Hinesburg and Monkton that they were proposing to run their pipeline down Baldwin Road and then smack down the center of Monkton using the road right of way, the townspeople got up in arms and the Monkton Selectboard sent a letter to VG stating that they had no problem with the pipeline, just the proposed route. VG has since altered the proposed route to use more of the VELCO right of way. This route takes it through farms, marshes and swamps and people's back yards. I think we all need to rethink the value of having a pipeline run anywhere through our state. Many of us have become aware of the true consequences of the pipeline being run through our town and perhaps our opinions have “evolved” like Obama's did on gay marriage.
First, the issue of Natural Gas not being natural at all. The bulk of the gas pulsing through this pipeline will be derived from a process called 'fracking' which you can further research on Wikipedia as well as other sources. This relatively new process could potentially have disastrous environmental consequences and until further study is done, it would be ill advised to continue this questionable method of gathering energy. Vermont has supported this view with a ban on fracking in our state. ( a symbolic gesture as VT has no frackable gas as far as we know yet) Perhaps if we re-labeled the gas Vermont Gas is routing through this pipeline as “Fracked Gas” instead of “natural gas” folks would know better what they are dealing with.
Second, have you looked into the corporate “family” of which Vermont Gas is a member? The internet is a wonderful thing, VT Gas...then google Gaz Metro. When you realize how many corporate entities will be profiting from this pipeline, you will also question the claim that “natural” gas is cheap. In 2007, a typical price in the US was $7 per 1000 cubic feet. In April of 2008 it was up to $10 per 1000 cubic feet. I don't know about you but I don't remember energy prices ever going down significantly for any length of time. And corporate profits of oil and gas companies continue to climb. This is like the cable companies giving you cheap rates for 12 months and then jacking the price up once your “hooked”.
Third, most people assume landowners are compensated fairly for Vermont Gas having the privilege of using their land. Not so. The easement VG is proposing is for FOREVER..not 50 or 100 years and the amount offered has made most landowners just laugh. Bear in mind that VG goes into these negotiations with the term “eminent domain” and “condemnation” on their tongues. Many landowners are filled with dread and resignation before the dealings even begin. And perhaps this is why VG can keep their prices as low as they do...for now.
Fourth, and maybe most important, is the fact that once this pipeline corridor is in place, there is nothing to stop the expansion of the company to more and more distant and gas thirsty customers...ensuring that this 12 inch pipeline may well become a 16 or 22 inch pipeline as it is currently doing in parts of Colchester. Those forced to swallow this bitter pill will have to do so at the whims of this gigantic corporation and there will be nothing they will be able to do about it. And our future generations will have us to thank for that.
So what are the pros of this project? I have yet to see any for us or our immediate neighbors. So I urge everyone who change your opinions about this pipeline. There is still time. Just say NO to Vermont Gas coming through our town.
I posted this essay months ago but feel it may be worth repeating. Since this post, many people have risen against this pipeline and Vermont Gas has ramped up their efforts to secure a route for the second phase which will take it from Middlebury to Ticonderoga and International Paper.
If you have any feelings about this pipeline, I urge you to speak up now because once Vermont Gas gets a Certificate of Public Good from the VT Public Service Board, they will start condemning land. This is democracy...such as it is...and the board needs to hear from the "public" not just a bunch of corporate entities that see "natural" gas as a way to make more money at a greater cost some of us know we can't afford to pay. We can make a difference. It all adds what you can! If you want more information, please contact me. Here is a link to post a comment to the PSB.

By Jane Palmer, Monkton, Vermont

mary: I salute my neighbor Jane on her mission to keep the pipeline totally out of our idyllic town.
I too have lodged comments opposing this. It is wrong.

Travelogue for the Universe: Glenn Hughes - You Keep On Moving

Travelogue for the Universe: Glenn Hughes - You Keep On Moving: Music Links Great! ...and link to another by Glenn Hughes

First the re-run...above link to 2 great YT links with Glenn Hughes. 
I planned on posting this tonight.

Then thought really must do more tribute to Levon Helm, our Shaman guide.
Found this YT link by his best friend, Rick...


and i thought about my grandmother fanny and how that song has some themes in my life, and that everyone could relate to the story of having a heavy load, the devil, temptation, the weight of it all.
also thoughts of why i like to hear bass players-glenn and rick both major bass players with unique, expansive styles. so friday night is all about music.
this particular friday night is dedicated to levon helm.

here is an interview link from yt.
now go to and buy music or ramble will be amazed.


friday morning,
battery low,
we drink the coffee,
to work we go.

the birds are chirping
a familiar tune,
the air is fresh,
weekend's soon.

tribute to levon by a fan (me)

one year ago..
i am speechless.
addendum:when my speech came back, after the shock of losing levon helm as our shaman music man, i made this you tube from a concert we saw at suicide six ski resort in woodstock,vermont. was a great concert as usual. When I say he is our shaman, i mean that. hopefully you will know your shaman when you see him or her. they will guide you to your bliss.
 levon did for us and does even now. meg

Thursday, April 18, 2013

W.Va. gas line blast a reminder of widespread risk

We really do not want the pipeline....
articles like this too familiar when you start searching

W.Va. gas line blast a reminder of widespread risk

No frackin way!!

(i just made that up.don't go looking 4 it)

because we need another viewpoint

in my case
blogger, twitter, disqus

how can we humans keep up with all this 

and still watch all the tv shows?
oh, and eat sleep work feed cats
and pay 4 it all?

Then something happens,

so bad, we cannot even stomach a glimpse.
and my problems feel so

Wednesday, April 17, 2013



I walked the path
Around and around,
Forward, then right or left,
Effectively turning,
twirling in slow motion
sort of.

Did the turnings and thinking,
walking the path,
enjoying air and sunshine,
ultimately lead to
head clearing?

The mountain roads curled
around and around the mountain slopes
up and down,
Across creeks, streams, sags.
Taking me home, eventually.

Mountain memories
Energy lines found,
Did you feel the energy?
could you go round and round?

The mountain road and the labyrinth,
Energies entwined,
Healing all in its path,
Great that I could find.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Where is Spring?

Where is

Every year no matter how warm it seems to be,
Spring simply will not begin
until Mother Nature chooses.
Posting some archival spring views.
spring will follow soon...

Monday, April 15, 2013




phlox & spider web

When each of us experiences this page,
We each will have a different memory.
I took the photos, intertwined with
planting, tending, caring for the subjects incl.Buddy, our old cat.r.i.p.
Meaning, did we even store these memories in different parts of our brain?

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Links and Thoughts

Posting as often as necessary
to keep up with the swirl of info that comes in.
Life starts picking up in the Spring...North America...
Vortices's of energy?? Like the winds?
Sundays were Mom's days I decided long ago. I had not lived near her for 30 years but we talked many Sundays. Today, I want to devote part of Sunday to what Mom would find so interesting (along with me.) We would have had something to talk about, which got harder the more debilitated and "shut in" that she got.

First, a link to Jean's website.

aka Discover your Inner Purpose (no promises)...
did you need a promise of enlightenment?

I really enjoyed her mini free seminar and glad I took an hour for Myself.
The sensory imaging was so interesting to me,
like aerobics for my brain...imagine a rose garden, smell, feel, taste, wow,
next a spectrum of items, acidic, sweet, bitter, fresh, smells,
rounding out my experience of the moment...all senses...
Who is not even secretly looking for Your true calling? Your correct best path,
Your keys to success.

The course promises more lectures, exercises, workbooks.
I cannot afford this, even if it paid me back in material success.
I did however take a few notes which materialized into the Triangle configuration I keep envisioning.

notes from jean houston lecture
Then I thought about her reference to a caterpillar.
A Butterfly,
the sophisticated organization,
Cells Coming orderly and perfect,
from a mushy caterpillar...
More thoughts of Mom, her love of butterflies,
the Giant swallowtail that came to see me after Mom died.
The chat this week how a close friend of Levon's keeps seeing butterflies.
You know, it is not just the seeing the butterfly,
it is like the butterfly is trying to cheer you up,
snap you out of it,
Griefous Interruptous.

So if you have some money burning a hole in your pocket, buy Jean's course.
No matter what the skeptics might say,
Nothing can be bad about unleashing your inner possibilities,
Be who you were meant to be.


Psalm Challenge 99, afterword

I Put up my Psalm 99 challenge offering last PM our time zone. Had a few things I wanted to add.
First, it was hard for me to get the drift of 99. I understood it better as a high royal praise expression. I Liked the cherub reference. Some articles said the cherubs
were on the Ark? Thought Ellen Clapsaddle's Postcard a perfect angel cherub.
Ellen had quite a story herself. As delightful as her art appears it has a darkness lingering when you know her story. Love an admirable theme. Finally A video I made and I am Kloot did the music.
I like the imagery of footsteps, letting go of fear of falling, and their music. Thought it matched the woods photos well. The woods a cathedral, a holy place. A sanctuary.

p.s. last night we watched Love for Levon concert again. Wow, again.
buy at

will listen to Dylan's The Tempest
fot anniversary of Titanic loss
& say a prayer for them.
His lyrics guide you through the ship
in the final days and hours.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Psalm Challenge 99

Psalm 99

Angels and inner voices, Your inner code. Just got done listening to Jean Houston's fascinating talk about awakening to inner potential you have as yet untapped.
Knew I had to study the next Psalm, 99. Another King, Royal Psalm.
Praising, reminding us to Praise God.
I liked the part about the Earth is God's footstool.

King James Version (KJV)

99 The Lord reigneth; let the people tremble: he sitteth between the cherubims; let the earth be moved.
Ellen Clapsaddle Postcard artwork
2 The Lord is great in Zion; and he is high above all the people.
3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy.
4 The king's strength also loveth judgment; thou dost establish equity, thou executest judgment and righteousness in Jacob.
5 Exalt ye the Lord our God, and worship at his footstool; for he is holy.
6 Moses and Aaron among his priests, and Samuel among them that call upon his name; they called upon the Lord, and he answered them.

7 He spake unto them in the cloudy pillar: they kept his testimonies, and the ordinance that he gave them.
8 Thou answeredst them, O Lord our God: thou wast a God that forgavest them, though thou tookest vengeance of their inventions.
9 Exalt the Lord our God, and worship at his holy hill; for the Lord our God is holy.
Addison County, Vermont


King James Version (KJV) by Public Domain

for the Psalm Challenge host link
and mor entries



Ramble day

hey, another Saturday...... night,
Music...does it just sound better on Saturday?
Last night we spooled up the second DVD of Love for Levon.
Wow, the interviews are completely absorbing, personal
tributes by his daughter and other artists who adored Levon, and who he adored.
It took more than a few kleenex to get through this awesome 
Meanwhile, today I will post a link to Levon's website,
Where you can buy Love for Levon or ramble tickets.

Hoping for warmer weather. Have had such chilly rain, sleet, ice, snow. Damp cold.

Giving a big virtual wave to worldly friends, fellow bloggers, readers, music lovers

Friday, April 12, 2013

Friday Nacht Musik

Joe Bonamassa...all acoustic @ Vienna Opera House
first, the link

For a free Joe song, click this.

Now Joe Bonamassa Channel link...


Guten Nacht, meine freunde.

Taxing Blues

Taxing Blues

Taxing blues, 
Paid the bucks due,
Paperwork too,
Accountants so true.

I stress and strain the April Curse.
The paper sort,
and what is worse,
See the dough,
where did it go?
&Why do we still owe more?

Uncle Sam,
 I got those
Old time,
Nothin' left,
Low down,
Squoze out,
April 15th,

dedicated to the hope
tax code can be simplified
and humanized.
just could not believe w.s.
had to do time for not paying
really? take away his ability
to work?

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Re runs...songbirds & the sea


The confluence of mom & levon
i filmed the birds last spring
for mom, even if she never saw it.
the sea again last spring when
fred took me to the ocean to 
see levon and levon got hurt
and had to cancel.
the movie called time out
wanted to share some 
special minutes
for your own time out.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013




Big Al

Sunrise Monkton, Vermont
Stick season

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

the birds'

the birds'

songs sounded relieved
the wind subsided,
the sun warmer now.

cooing, warbling, 
courting birds, all lined up 
on a line or on a branch,

i make sure to pause
long enough to hear,
close my eyes for just a second
to hear the spring

vultures are back
swallows expected soon.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Interview with a Clone, Chapter 23


interview with a clone, chapter 23
by mary e. gerdt
all rights reserved 2012,2013
notes and artwork by Captain Gigi Maxwell Fairweather
on the Eve of DeColonization of Mars 2064



Translation of letter Gigi wrote Page 2:  
something that
I am not used to doing with civilians.
Still, it was for the best Since the disciplinary
approach corrected a few bad apples who
threatened the success of the rescue.
For those who review this journal in the future,
My advice is to stick with military trained personnel
or give 'em stun guns! Seriously it is like herding cats
sometimes and when we are starving that is no time for princesses.

Out of all the things Gigi missed about Earth, she
missed riding her motorcycle the most (Alice Karma Interviews) Gigi's notes-->Alice asked Gigi a few questions, too...

Page 3. The Rescue ship needs to orbit a few times & gather some data for flying home.Tomorrow everyone's gear will be loaded & taken to the landing area. The refugees are excited & scared at making another big change in their lives. They have all aged. I am their Captain. I flew them to this desolate red Planet alive with history, internal powers, caves, mysteries yet unsolved. Mountains yet to name. A better outcome gone but not fogotten. Every fiber of my being says,"Stay". Every Sensible analysis says, "Go". Nourishment, fellow human supports, (What if I break my leg?) Gigi is Not Invincible-->whoever reads this has no idea how hard it was to write, or how true it is, or how it is the one thing we humans will never be we will never be invincible, always vulnerable, soft abdomens, meant to die. Gigi Fairweather
gigi never wanted to go back to earth. she wrote it all out at the same time as she wrote this log. She told all about how she wanted to be left alone, left to be to herself, that coming home she faced certain boredom, rapid physical deterioration, forced retirement, not even survival a worry.
Then she burned the pile of papers she had spilled her true inner feelings on. The smoke choking her briefly, she laughed. It would all kill her, one way or 6 others, she thought. She shook her head and prepped the preparedness chart for the 20 eth time. She never knew at this moment, on earth, her biological child Alice Karma gazed up at Mars when the light pierced the clear night sky,
at home through her window, hit her in the eyes, and woke her from a sound sleep.