Today is 11-11-11

There are various groups that give this date special significance, just because of the repetition on the #1. I don't know if I really believe any of them, but since they frequently say that this is a high energy day, and that the energy of the areas of the vortices, our high-energy sacred places, are especially powerful on such days, I had planned to visit one of them - on my own - to just quietly and reverently observe what I felt.

And of course, that high energy vortex is located at my personal special place, the Enchanted Rock area, just 80 miles roughly NNW of my home, and about an hour-and-a-half drive away.

That didn't pan out, as my oldest daughter called earlier in the week to say she had to work late on Thursday (yesterday), so could we shift the family dinner to Friday (today).

Of course, my unconditional love for my child won out over a trip to experience something that very likely would not happen.

Still, I did spend the morning doing something to honor the day.

Our year-long drought had done such devastation to my tiny little back yard, and the heat, even early in the mornings, was so unbearable, that I had moved a portable screen to cover the glass doors at the back of my kitchen. Everything was dead or dying, and I could not bear to look, any more than I could bear the heat, especially since being out in it would do no help at all in keeping things alive. Our water use was severely rationed - one of those lesser of evils that come up in human life.

So, this morning, I removed the screen, and walked out onto my patio and yard, surprised, a little, to see how much of it was turning green again. You see, the craziness of that drought had the plant life confused. Many of them thought it was spring, and had started to grow and even bloom. (Give me a bit and I will upload a picture of some sad, scraggily bluebonnets that I saw yesterday at the park about a 1/2-mile north of my house, while I was hiking on one of its trails.)

Anyway, I weed-eated the grass (The yard is too small for a mower), cleaned up the patio, replanted a few pots of herbs I had picked up at the market yesterday, and when the basic work of restarting its care and keeping was done, I sat in a chair, put my feet up in another, facing, just in case (I had read that this was the thing to do if you couldn't get to a "sacred place" on this 11-11-11 day),the Enchanted Rock area, and meditated for nearly an hour.

I don't know if it will work in any long-term way, but I have to tell you, I feel more alive than I have since June, when the unbearable heat made it next to impossible to go outside for anything more than a few minutes at a time, so long as you didn't attempt any effort while you were out there.

The work on my patio has just begun. As it redevelops, I will keep you up on the progress, but I have to tell you, whether the 11-11-11 forces had anything to do with it or not, or whether it was just the result of the first cold snap and the work I put in before I meditated, I definitely feel reborn. Oh, and I almost forgot. While I was contemplating a stand of Mexican petunias which were growing near the back right corner, a lone little monarch butterfly flitted down and landed on one of the deep purple blooms.

Now, on to dinner. Mu daughter's in-laws are visiting their younger son, his wife, and their grandson, so it will be just the three of us, but I am grilling ground-round-steak-and-bacon burgers from our super-dupermarket's butcher section, sauteing some organic baby bellas and slivered organic brussels sprouts, and steaming a little bag of baby Idaho potatoes which I will mash with scallions, cheddar, and sour cream.

The kids are bringing the wine, probably a special cab from our favorite local winery, just outside Fredricksburg, and within a power-surge range of Enchanted Rock, which, in case you are new here, you can see in my signature.

Later, guys.

Ann

Four elevens today, Ann. The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the eleventh year.

Is that the 11th hour am or pm?
Betty Fasig

Wouldn't it be cool if we could put those guys to rest once and for all? Maybe that's what this new energy thing is about.

Finally peace.

Ann

Eleven o'clock in the morning the Germans agreed to put down their arms:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

–Lt.-Col. John McCrae

Amen.
Love,
Betty

Beautiful, Shelagh. I visited Flanders Field and it is an amazing sight. All the crosses lined up so perfectly. In the midst of that beauty is sadness. Death is not something I want to celebrate.

11/11/2011



In honor of my Grandfather, Father, Step-father,
Uncle, We salute you....

Cheers..Joe..

11/11/2011


Shelagh..

That was beautiful, brought tears to my eyes,
everyone , no matter where, should be remembered,
God Bless them and their families..


Cheers..Joe..

I agree, Joe. That was beautiful, Shelagh.

And I salute my grandfather, father, and uncles for there willingness to put there lives on the line so the rest of us could live in freedom. And I salute the veterans here to.

It's true courage, and I thank you.