Saturday, June 29, 2013


I love it here. I love the population density (low), the mix of people, my family and friends. I love the sandy beaches, cold ponds and ocean, mountains, blueberries, rhubarb, and lobster. Sunny summer days and glorious colorful fall. I like snow and cold: skiing and snowshoeing. Maine. 


Warm night. Starry sky.
Garden full of lightning bugs.
Quiet fireworks.


in the garden undulate in waves of green and red.

There are peonies, Persian daisies, pansies, petunias, calendula, grass, hibiscus, burning bush, Japanese maple, money bush, red maple, cedar, juniper, bushes I don't know the name of, lilac, marigold, phlox, and morning glories. Then the back forty (feet): pumpkin, potato, sweet annie, sunflowers, summer squash, cukes, carrots, beets, cilantro, kale, green beans, peas, raspberries, blueberries, rhododendrons, cedar, nasturtiums, red leaf lettuce, peppers, crabapple tree, and zucchini. Green, red, purple, yellow, orange, fuchsia, and pink.

Brown, red, yellow, orange, grey, and white. Birds zoom through: sparrows, cardinals, goldfinches, and robins.  Pigeons circle. Seagulls soar.

Colour, sound, and good energy. 

and now the weather

It rained all week. Mostly a heavy mist or light drizzle. Sometimes dumploads of water with fierce winds. Thunder and lightning.

Mushrooms sprouted all over the lawn and garden. The lawn was like a marsh; water squished up over my toes when I walked around back there. Slug paradise. Except for the coffee grounds I sprinkled around the lettuce, spinach, and sunflowers. Slugs don't care for coffee.

 This morning I walked in the mist and took pictures of wet leaves. The forecast was: several more days of rain with chance of thunderstorms and more mushrooms. More mist, drizzle, and damp.

Instead, the clouds lightened and brightened. I could see shadows. The clouds parted to reveal blue sky and shafts of light. Was it real? Would it last? I looked to the west. Most of our weather comes from the west. The west looked good, with one suspiciously sick gray cloud. Should I mow the lawn?

I headed to the beach. A pond beach, not the ocean. My pond beach is 15 minutes away, the ocean at least 30.

4:30 pm. The parking lot was mostly empty, the beach too. I plopped my chair into the sand and dropped into it. Got out a good book, Anita Shreve.

There were a few small quiet families. Just one family at my end of the beach. Several more on the bigger section. Nearly deserted.

The water was blue, pine trees dramatically green, and the sun was hot. I waded in up to my waist and then dove under. Cold. I swam hard for a bit, then paddled around, enjoying the cold acidic water. Pine needles floated on the surface. On the sandy bottom I could see something that looked like a cluster of mouse droppings. Fish eggs? Frog?

I don't know. Is our pond water usually acidic or alkaline? I think of tannic acid of oak leaves. Acidic. but what about pine needles? Is a piney pond acidic or alkaline? And it's Poland water. In the town of Poland, you know, like Poland Spring water. This pond is just a few miles from the original spring. I swim in Poland Spring water.

I didn't see any loons today. No eagles. Just seagulls. Rats of the ocean, according to Anita Shreve.

Anyway. After a week of rain I went to the beach. The sky was blue. Clouds and people were rare. The water was cold and refreshing. The sun was hot but there was a breeze. I had a good book. Peace, bliss.

Hope your day was just as surprising and rewarding, dear reader.

I bought a car

We did a little negotiating, the salesman Paul and I. We laughed a lot. I talked to the money guy and got a loan, 1.4% interest. I traded in the van for $500.

Drove off in my new (used) small SUV. Black exterior, grey interior. It's zippy. It has AC and a radio. It has room to haul bales of hay. 

test drive

Well, used. New to me.

Like I said, I studied up online. But I was still nervous. I told everyone I saw that I might buy a car. I got lots of advice, which was great.

I'm teaching a class this summer. One of my students said, "I sold cars for 7 years. This is what you want to do..." Awesome! She gave me tons of detailed advice, and talked me through it every step of the way. I even called her from the dealership a couple of times. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I put hay between my garden rows, so need to haul hay. I need air conditioning and a radio. Just about any color but red. No maroon, I detest that color.

I drove around car lots and took notes on make/model/mileage/ and price. I checked out the vibe of each car place. I talked briefly with salesmen. I looked at trucks and vans, but decided on a small SUV. After hours of car lot and online research I found the make & model I wanted.

Now, which car place?

Remember Jim, the dishwasher? He owns a big car lot and I went there. The salesman, Paul, was nice. I liked and trusted him right away. They had the make/model I wanted. It had 49,400 miles on it, and was a reasonable price.

I took the car to my dear mechanic. He checked it out: took it for a test drive, put it up on the rack, and looked under the hood. On the test drive he told me about his bladder infection and medical treatment for same.

The mechanic wouldn't take any money! "I do this for all my customers," he said. 


Regular oil change and irregular attention to power steering reservoir.
Oh no, look at that. The car was up on the rack and we stood underneath. Tons of greasy rusty metal.

The mechanic pointed to an oily swirl. "It needs new struts," he said. "New front tires too. These are bald, see? Look at the treads on the rear tires." He shook his head. "If it's raining real hard, you better pull over. I don't want you to hydroplane, you know?"

He pointed to some rusty spots and told me he could fix it all. Said it would probably cost just under a thousand dollars. I said I'd think about it and get back to him. My car was 11 years old and had 120,000 miles on it. I put $1000 into it last summer, replacing the driver's side rocker panel. Maybe it was time.

I went home and looked up on the Internet "How to buy a car."

All the things I thought I should say and do, I shouldn't. It was enormously helpful to read and study the tips and top cars. I still felt nervous. It's like a life landmark. I haven't bought a car myself since I bought my very first car: a Volkswagen Beetle. I bought it from a high school acquaintance. The whole interior was covered with shag carpeting. It was a cute fuzzy beetle. $800 cheap, all my savings. My kind of price. I was working as a cook. The baker was my dear friend Betsy, the night chef my friend Vicky, and the dishwasher was a college kid named Jim.

Anyway. I loved that car. It was so cute, and fun to drive. My own car.

It needed it's annual inspection sticker, so I took it to a garage; the one right on the lake. The mechanic said, "Hey, look at this." The fuzzy carpeting covered up the holes in the floor board. The thing was a rust bucket. Big holes all over. I got the sticker anyway.

Then it needed an oil change. A guy offered to change the oil in exchange for a haircut. I cut his hair. He changed the oil. "The oil light may come on," he said, "because I just changed the oil. It might not register the new oil just yet. It has to sink in."

I drove the car. The oil light came on. All the oil leaked out and I burned out the engine. My brother sold the car for me. I think he got $50 for it.

So I was understandably nervous about buying another car.

Friday, June 28, 2013


Weather forecast: light rain with periods of heavy rain. 

That's been our weather all week, and for the days ahead. Rain.

Mushrooms and slugs. 

The slugs in my garden love beer traps. Yum. Where are the chips and cigarettes?

They love eggshells. Great place to gather.

Coffee, not so much. No thanks on the coffee. So coffee deters slugs, but with all this rain, I have to reapply every few days. I buy bags of cheap coffee at the discount store.  Sometimes I sprinkle the grounds around the stems. Other times I boil up a big batch and spray it on the leaves. Noticeable decrease in slug parties and slug damage. 

Salt is another deterrent, but it can harm plants. And salt kills slugs, rather than discouraging them. 

Coffee. They don't like coffee.

Thursday, June 20, 2013


all of it."
Tookie Bright

plant swap

Reiki Share and plant swap.

Traded raspberry roots for giant pumpkin and cucumber.

I love my garden.


Reiki Share tonight.

My hands pulsed with the energy, as usual.

But usually I feel the pulsations equally in each hand. Synchronicity.

Tonight was new, different. The pulsations were sequential.

A beat in my right hand, then a beat in my left. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Like a heartbeat. 


but a little chilly on the deck.

The sun is setting. I've been working 12 hour days. I teach, plan, and go to meetings. It's fun but long.

I get an hour of daylight at the end. I wander in the garden, admiring the plants. I sit on the deck sipping wine and answering emails. I watch the birds and continue to admire the plants. I plan the weekend adventures.

It's summer in Maine. The sunset was wispy pink clouds against a perfect blue sky. I'm cold. Time to go inside. 


in Maine. Bring a sweater.

Sunday, June 16, 2013


Took a magazine quiz. Martha Beck in Oprah, probably published 2 years ago.

I'm a teacher, it's summer, and I'm catching up on my reading. I have a stack of novels and am working my way down the pile: Shreve, Kingsolver, and Lahiri. Also magazines. I quit subscribing, and rarely buy one because I just don't take the time to read them during the school year. I save them for summer and read at the beach. I'm currently making my way through 2-year-old Oprahs and Shambala Sun, a Buddhist magazine.

So I was at the beach. Popham Beach State Park in Phippsburg, Maine. It was hot and breezy. A huge long beach. My chair was near the waves. Surfers walked by. A few families. Found a quiz and took it.

According to the quiz; I have absent or very low needs for connection, security, influence, and accomplishment. I have a moderately strong need for enlightenment. That was strongest. The need for freedom, exploration, and enlightenment.

Bet you want to take the quiz too. Here's the link:

Sunday, June 9, 2013


are about to bloom. They are my fav flowers and I was afraid I would miss the blooming, away in Virginia for a week.


Not my body, no. Somehow I gained a few pounds last winter.

Thin. As in spreading myself. There are so many things I want to learn and do. I want to be a researcher, a writer, a teacher, a mom, and an Integrative Nurse. I want to share and teach Reiki. I love teaching nurses and nurses aids. I love to garden and travel. I want to explore, read good books at the beach, and meet interesting people.

So many things to do. So many sunrises to admire. 

Saturday, June 8, 2013


I traveled far and learned so much.

I don't get out much. When I went to my aunt's 85th BD party in Connecticut last month I realized that I hadn't been out of the state of Maine for 6 months.

Virginia. I went there to participate in a conference and present our research. It was the AHNA annual national conference: a gathering of intelligent, educated, experienced, compassionate, wise, witchy women. We like crystals, flowy clothing, local organic raw food, connection with spirit and each other, drumming, the Earth, open hearts, and scholarship. We are nurses.

Virginia. Loved it. Hot, sunny, breezes. Sun, sand, boats. Crab. How many crab cakes did I eat? Not sure. Had them on steamed and atop salad, deep fried on a bun, and alone on a white rectangular plate with a half lemon wrapped in gauze and tied with a yellow ribbon. Tall ships too. Military.

OK, the military stuff was odd. Individually they were wonderful: kind, fit, loving parents, and engaging. Overall, military is creepy. Antagonistic. Why can't we all be friends? I toured a battleship and felt sick. Gave Reiki to the battleship and felt better.

Hayashi was a Captain in the Japanese military (Tadao Yamaguchi, Light on the Origins of Reiki), and Reiki was tied to the military for a while. Then the Japanese were defeated in WW2, and the USA insisted that the Japanese Navy drop all Eastern medicine and practice only Western medicine. hhhmmmmm

What do you think about that?

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Edgar Cayce healing

There were four healers, all elders. A tall man, a short woman with a red sweater around her shoulders, a tall tidy woman who bobbed as she healed, and a woman with loose clothes and fuzzy hair. I observed all four. All looked spectacular and authentic. I was particularly drawn to the last woman, the one with fuzzy hair. Her chair opened up. I looked around to see if anyone else was running up, a woman nodded at me to go up, so I did.

"May I touch you?" she asked.

"You can do whatever you want to me," I replied.

She placed her hands on my shoulders, then leaned over to my left ear. "I never do this, I never ask, but what is your name?"

When I told her she said, "OH. Meredith. We had a Meredith here; this was her chair. She always worked here."

"I guess she's here with us now," I replied.

"I guess so."

She got to work. Her hands were on my shoulders. My eyes were closed, though there was a magnificent ocean view out the window: sun on the water, and blue sky. Her hands were light and fluid. Gentle and cool. She started to talk. It started like a prayer, but quickly morphed to a lecture.

Elaine, her name was Elaine, she said later. She moved her hands to my forehead, to my throat, and upper chest.

Elaine said, "You start with book-learning. Then you learn compassion. Compassion starts in your mind, goes to your heart, and then to your spirit.

"You are a vast consciousness, too big for one body. That's why we have many lives.

"You are in a body to push forward spiritually."

Her voice circled around me. It sounded like she was standing right in front of me. How could she be standing in front of me, speaking, when her hands were on my shoulders? I opened my eyes and saw the ocean. She was standing behind me.

"I ask for healing for every cell of your body," she said.

I thought of every cell and sent healing along with hers. I need healing in every cell of my body.

Afterwards we introduced ourselves. We could request healing prayers. I requested healing prayers for my sister, who recently fractured her arm. Then we all hugged and said goodbye. 

Edgar Cayce Museum

 I was in the library when I suddenly felt like I needed to be in the meditation room. So I scurried off, wandered into something, and the something was a weekly healing session. I was just in time to get the last healing session. There were four healers. I picked the one I wanted and a chair opened up.

Sunday, June 2, 2013


 is amazing. Anyone can do it. Reiki helps us tune in to joy, love, connection: the energy of the universe. 

yin yang

I'm scared to travel. I'm scared I might have cancer. I'm scared of rabid skunks lurking under my car getting ready to lunge out and gnaw on my ankle. I'm scared that my ceiling fan will fall down and decapitate me. Life is hard sometimes.

So I had a great day. It was Cancer Survivor Day. I share Reiki at our local cancer outpatient center. I taught three mini Reiki classes, and shared Reiki with dear practitioners. There were many hugs. They are dear to me.

My boss showed up, surprise guest. All the way from Malibu. He is interested in Reiki and our Reiki research. He urged me to work with the children and family therapist- to share Reiki with children and families. He urged me to continue our Reiki research.

I needed that. He is intelligent and engaged. He cares about this community. He is one amazing guy.

Afterwards I went swimming in a local pond. I went under. The sun was hot, it was windy. I swam through warm surface water and encountered cold deep springs. I swam in Poland Spring water.

I started a good book. Susanna Moore. Strange and good.

So, despite my neurotic fears, despite having to travel this week, despite probably missing the blooming of the peonies; it was a good day.