- Juleitte, Georgia, USA
- January 02
- Just me. An aging southern hippy chick.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Blue on red
September 05, 2012 07:24PM
- A bad case of the blues in a
very red state
September 05, 2012 12:35AM
- I am in love with the stars
October 18, 2010 09:21PM
- The day I got my Goatz Journal
September 12, 2010 08:54AM
- My Life with Goats
September 11, 2010 05:51PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “This is beautiful, real,
luminous. A heart's
December 09, 2011 08:36PM
- “Tell it!!!!”
October 21, 2011 07:55AM
- “Somebody said, great
writing - well, I say,
September 01, 2011 11:04AM
- “I love you.”
January 19, 2011 07:31PM
- “hear! hear!”
October 21, 2010 11:12PM
- MY LINKS
August 13, Friday.
Edwin died last night.
Last night while Slim's suicide threats were ringing fresh in my ears; I knew it wasn't going to be a good night for sleeping. I went outside to watch the meotor showers. I lay on the bed of my pickup truck with a sleeping… Read full post »
Months past, my marriage survived, my leg healed, our child/grandchild stayed the summer with her daddy, my son. I became the goat herder after my husband had hand surgery.
Excerpts from my goatz journals:
The day I lost my temper at CC as he demanded to know what… Read full post »
Getting them nearly killed me. We traveled up two states to bring home two baby goats in the back of my husband's perfect forester subaru. He wanted the goats. I didn't. He'd spent years whipping our child up into a frenzy wanting them. He and she had to have them… Read full post »
I have spent my adult life loving America, but becoming increasingly disenfranchised with industries destroying the air and water, fundamentalists dominant in ignorant intolerance and the scorn dispensed by big businesses on Americans.
%IMAGE… Read full post »
You are surrounded by family and friends,
but you want to be free -
though you know it isn't the season.
You are a grandmother, mother, wife, and daughter.
Yesterday your mother decided she wanted a puppy
and you spent all day with her
moving her towards this goal.… Read full post »
Reaching out while staying in balance
requires roots of great strength.
Requires a lifetime of layering oneself
to give strength to the arms which reach.
The roots must reach as well.
Our inner selves grow outward
with support of actions lived over and over.
The… Read full post »
A woman struggling for balance
does not find it.
Cowardice cloaked as care taking
those who love her
and we are helpless
on the sidelines
as she fights
for her life.
Unable to bear witness.
Unable to be there for her.
I struggle with anger
and pain and… Read full post »
This blog is a public expulsion of Caldonia off of poetTess's site. Caldonia and poetTess emanate from the same being and pretty much live the same life, but Caldonia answers to CC, albeit grumpily and with much back talk. Conversely, poetTess is a liberated feminist and is tired o… Read full post »
I feel obligated to make a wish every time I see a log truck. I don’t know the origin of this touch-something-blue-and-make-a-wish obsession; but I have been doing it for most of my life.
Living in timber territory, I get the opportunity to make lots of wishes.
Calling the directions:
East is the sunrise being born anew in spirt each day
South, the deep healing of summer greens
West is the Setting Sun, a place to lay down our burdens
North, an orb of white light surrounding the moment with purity and wisdom.
The apocalypse is… Read full post »
Dealing with CC hurts because if I let myself be in the least bit vulnerable; I get torn to shreds. When he gets in PTSD mode, no information is transferred or accepted nicely.
Being aid, assistant and wife for a combat wounded Veteran Marine who has a brittle forty year… Read full post »
I have tread lightly on this subject before, but I am going more fully in depth of why when I blog, I call myself poetTESS. Using poetTess as my moniker embarrasses me. I always emphasize the Tess part of it because it seems mighty presumptuous to call myself poet.
The… Read full post »
I read online a few weeks ago about the party which takes place the last evening of the Zona Rosa retreat. This is an annual party full of those of the literary ilk. I told my Mama about it and the first thing she said was,
"What are… Read full post »
We all have little pockets of time,
It hasn't escaped my notice that it has rained ever since Governor Perdue publicly prayed for rain sometime late last year. I've been none too pleased with the results. Oh - I love the rain, and the thought of our aquifers filling back up, seeing our rivers flowing, having the… Read full post »
The gardens in our yard are yielding:
tomatoes (still green)
The three sisters - corn, beans and squash, planted in a mound together. The beans are supposed to climb the corn and squash grows on the ground. An old Indian trick. I'll let you know if all goes as… Read full post »
Georgia is mighty green this year. Really green and beautiful.
I am transported to the Georgia of my youth before years of drought squeezed the verdant lushness out of this place summer after summer.
When I was a kid, it was semi-tropical around here. Humid was a word often… Read full post »
CC had gum surgery at the VA Hospital today. We go there almost every week so it hardly seems a big deal anymore. I know we'll be in the land of long straight halls and veterans, every shape, color, size, diabiility and malady.
Surgery and CC are not things I look… Read full post »
The Very Bad Pain Clinic, otherwise known as Rehab always smells of urine. And I hate walking back into its depths. I always feel like I am witnessing something too personal.
The first back room has people lying on beds with clean white sheets. They are being r… Read full post »
The last time I wrote about the VA,
it was like one of those National Embarrassment Issues.
This blog entry is here to balance the reporting a bit.
Because I am grateful for the benefits and compensation supporting my family.
&nbs… Read full post »