Sunday, September 18, 2016

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Vid

 
 
I was inspired by the sheer perfection of this music and video today. So I thought I'd share. Enjoy.
 
© 2016 Debbie Ballard (text only)

Monday, June 20, 2016

Loaded: Summer Solstice Full Blue Moon


It was shy one day of 30 years ago that we last had a configuration like this...June 21, 1986 to be exact. If you are old enough, can you remember what was happening in your life back then?  If you can recall what the significance was of the precipice you were standing on at that point in time, it can serve to inform of what you can possibly expect this time. As an example from my own playbook, 30 years ago I was preparing to enter in to higher learning that would systematically channel my life in to a rich variety of medical career experiences...all uniquely different, yet nevertheless intertwined.
Again I stand on a related precipice, but with a much different focal goal in mind: retirement. I'm exploring and analyzing what it is I want to channel my energies in to at this point in time...for the next 30 years. With 16 hours of daylight today I'm taking every moment available to hone in on that which the Moon in Sagittarius gives naturally as a gift: emotional optimism, lofty thought processes that stir the soul, travel and higher learning of reality...and of the spirit...but I'm doing so at home (Sun in Cancer is responsible for that!) As I embrace this change, I look forward to the opportunities that shall be afforded, with the same anticipation that I had 30 years ago. The more things change...the more they are the same, eh?

© 2016 Debbie Ballard (text only)

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Milestones keep piling up!



When you get to be my age, your life eventually becomes like a tremendously huge mountain consisting of heaped up rocks. Each rock represents some milestone in your life that affected you so much it became a memory. Some of the rocks in my pile from days gone by have been like a dated treasure trove. It's as if I came upon some that I hadn't picked up in years and all of a sudden discovered them again. For instance, there's the rock that is 50 years old when I won a violin solo scholarship but also got to experience the music of Jefferson Airplane, Cream, Yehudi Menuhin and Ravi Shankar's sitar in person and in recording. That one had a certain vibration to it. Then there's another rock I took that I gazed at in amazement which reminded me that I have had the same email address for 20 years... there was and is and will be a LOT to write about that. There's the fascinating rock from 45 years ago in which I graduated high school; I guess you could call it the 'coming of age' rock...and then 15 years hence I would embark on higher learning once again; shaping my life for the next 30 years definitely for the better, yet yearning for quite a different dream. Next to each other were rocks of association like the 40 year-old rock in which I took my first flight in an airplane across the country alongside the 20 year-old rock in which I took my first flight across the pond called the Atlantic. Both filled with excitement and anticipation along with a bit of fear and trepidation.  There's the first time rocks and second time rocks and third time rocks...marriages, children, friends,  jobs, deaths, adventures, tragedies, ecstasies. There are rocks and stones and pebbles and gravel and boulders and sand and it's simply so infinite it can't quite be measured; the never-ending memories of someone's life. Some of those rocks I don't really want to pick up or overturn again, but I do anyway, just to remind myself of the feeling that each of them possessed.

Mt. St. Helens finally erupted 36 years ago today. I was a young, pretty woman of 27 then. Although I was in awe of this once-in-a-lifetime stupendous geological event, I was also really sad that beautiful Sunday morning when she decided to blow her top. You see, it was rather a metaphor for me personally.  My fiancé of 2 years was taking another gal to the company picnic instead of me on that day, so that event marked the end of something...both for the mountain and for me. It wasn't my first ending, nor my last, though.  I worked for the company that day in May rather than watch the romantic goings on of my ex-fiancé and his new female toy in front of all my co-workers. My manager kept me sane by talking me through the tearful situation enough so that I could, at least, function in the supervisory role of my own department. When the volcanic event occurred, the ash was gathered in plastic test tubes by my manager as he made his way to Eastern Washington to help his parents save their orchards. When he got back, he gave all the employees these test tube samples filled with the infamous ethereal ash. I kept mine for 13 years, but I finally returned it to his youngest daughter...at his funeral. I told her how special he was to think of his co-workers on that historic day while he was on his way to help his own family. I wanted one of her own memory rocks to show the character of her beloved father. Something she could pick up and look at again and again, if she wanted to.

By the way, my ex-fiancé and his new squeeze didn't last. There is some justice in the world, after all!

So...whatever memory rocks are on the mountain of your life, they are yours to keep or they are yours to give away...in writing this I am choosing to share mine with you.

© 2016 Debbie Ballard (text only)

Friday, August 14, 2015

Thirst for rain


Today it finally did what it does best in Seattle...it rained. Never having this many raindrops fall since April of this year, I definitely thirsted for rain. With temperatures for days on end in the 80s and 90s making all the local flora lose their characteristic "emerald city" magnificent greens...and sacrificing their parched branches and tendrils that became victims to the most gentle of winds....ah, finally a good soaking that drenched every living thing in relief! From within the warmth of inside, watching the rejuvenation happening outside, the freshness put me in a different sphere of contentment and placed my mind in a perpetual state of contemplation. From that first driblet on the window...to the steamy mist rising from the earth...to the trickle of flowing rivulets...to the puddles that celebrated each new droplet reverberating patterns of solace...the altruistic joys of rain!
ADDENDUM:
From October 2015 to March 2016, we ended up getting 43 inches of rain...normal for this time period is 26 inches! I thirst for rain no more.


©2015 Debbie Ballard (text only)