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| Mirror Lake February |
Special thanks to those who participated in supporting the
efforts put forth in creating this weird, but significant post as well as those who just sat
on their arses and ate Santa's Chocolate, cookies from the freezer & drank
fig brandy.
NanO, Rufus & I spent a relaxing day wandering around the valley floor and treked to Mirror Lake. We concentrated on solving the problems of the world, but couldn't quite get our own figured out...
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna go back to blue
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| Blurry us & Rufus |
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| NanO & Rufus on bridge |
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| Phantom & friends were there! |
Fine lines may increase with age, but vision decrease, so it all balances out!
Feeds me when I'm hungry, and quenches my thirst.
Loves me when I'm lonely and thinks of me first
Loves me when I'm lonely and thinks of me first
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| Unconditional love & unreasonable loyalty |
Sunsets in February
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| Off my porch |
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| Catheys Valley |
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| Off my porch |
opening your heart brings the joy of pain. Embrace it with all your being and grow to love.
~J~moonmango
Mango Monger is true to you!
True to blue...
Mango Monger, where are you?
If Mango Monger meets Cookie Monster, what will happen? The cookies in my freezer are afraid, very afraid. What will I tell them? Mango Monger comes unseen...
Kitty's poem
Life is good, life is nice, don’t blink once
and don’t think twice
Smile at the sun and your big brother,
hug your friends and love your Mother
Hop on that horse and ride away,
saving your cares for another day
~J~moonmango
How I Long
A friend who once touched my heart and I haven't seen for some years asked me today via technology how my horses are. Oh how I long at this moment to hop on, no saddle, no bridle and gallop up Stumpfield Mt. Rd and down, so deep down into the Chowchilla River Canyon. The smell of the trees, the sights of mustang piles, wildflowers, skunks skulking in the grass all call to my heart. Indian grinding stones left unused for generations now. How many times did the canyon mesmerize my soul washing away all that was painful with the river? Now, I choose to face the pain, head on like a ram fighting for it's mate. With each encounter brings unbridled joy. Oh how I long....
~J~moonmango
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| Totem Great Horned owl |
This little owl flicked up from under my horses metal shod hoof when I put him up in his pasture 9 years ago. The owl affirmed the question on my heart that day. The fuzz on his head is dust. Guess I'd better clean house!
Foundlings
Things found in strange places in impactfull situations
The owl and the heart true and whole. One care takes and the other takes care .
~J~moonmango
The great Horned owl revealed himself as my totem over 10 years ago now.
Findings on the path of my journey
A glint of light, a beat of a heart
the warmth of life
~J~moonmango
This heart was a message just a week ago at a time I needed guidance desperately.
Wondering, wandering, heart pondering...
glistening in the dirt along the highway,
a heart mended by stitches, a patch of red glowing, available to give and recieve in all wholeness.
~J~moonmango
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| Heart Felt |
A blue cat's visitor (or Kev's blip)
| Blue was the color of his joy filled eyes. Blue was his name. Blue was the color of the one who longed for him through the screen door. Blue was the fear that separated them from rapture. ~J~moonmango |
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| Blue cat |
Great Horned Owl
When I need guidance or question direction, he appears, night or day in abnormal ways such as flying low over head in broad daylight. The first eventful sighting was during a particularly trying time. There was a nest right over the fence from the preschool where I was Director. The children & I watched each day and observed several babies fledged from the nest.
Here's a pic of a pic of that (didn't have digital then!)
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| Look closely and you will see a couple of the fluff balls! |
Stranger then, Stranger yet now
Golden hair, tied snaking down his back
face turned peeking over his shoulder
Eyes far away and distant
Distant Stranger A day on the horses with Ann
~J~moonmango
Raven, feathers shiny and black, a touch of blue, glistening down her back...
Raven at tunnel view (hike to Stanford Pt.)
Holly & I tromped along Mirror Lake and to snow creek. After she made us homemade pizza at her cabin in Foresta! YUMMY! We almost solved all the problems of the world, but heartaches were not to be understood.
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| Holly at Snow Creek |
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| Mirror Lake! |
Old, but not tired wondering:
Little Miss Muffet
The other evening I while showering, I looked up from
scrubbing my hair to notice a female spider way in the far corner embraced in
the act of mating with ... well, her mate. It didn't take me long to realize
that she was murdering the poor amorous fool while tangled in the throws of
passion. Yes really. Sucking the life right out of him!
The next night I got ready to hop into the shower &
noticed the male spiders curled up, lifeless body laying limp on the bottom of
the tub, while the female spider rested contentedly up in her
corner.
This all, of course, led me to wondering...wondering... Hmmmm...
Never cease to let the mysteries of life spark wonder in your
soul.
~J~ (Mango Monger helped compose this one)
Sorry, but it seemed appropriate for the mauve mood.
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| Lit up Mirror lake |
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| Fuzzy Yosemite Falls |
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| Merced River in clouds Yosemite Valley |
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| Mossy Burl on Stanford Pt. trail |
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| Snowy sunrise off my porch |
Mango Monger takes no responsibility for typo's during mauve moods. Spell check is overrated, and the errors are attributed to funk.
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| Dandy's view of the first snow of the season (February!) |
I'm Sorry
A new friend said this morning (or was it yesterday?, yes, it was) with an embrace " I just want to say I'm sorry because no one ever said they were sorry"
~J~moonmango
Birding around Hornitos area
Turkey Vulture
Turkey Vulture larger than need be
wingspan spread across my driveway
Face down
A message for me?
~J~moonmango
I tried my first birding expedition with kestrel, NanO, Lori & a bunch of neat people.
Lori & I aknowladged that we will probably not be birders. We knew the birds from other animals by their feathers though.
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 | The Indian Gulch Cemetary was cool! |
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| We spotted 4 bald eagles total! |
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| Look, a Flicker! |
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| Goat Farm |
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| GPH Worm found in Pete's Pond (hee-hee) |
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| Buddy liked digging for gophers |
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| Too early blossom |
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| Stone ring |
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| Cemetary stone wall |
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| Road, to ? Raymond no doubt. All roads lead to Raymond |
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| Ready to burst |
Excerpt from Hula
Hula made no secret of the fact that he had a drinking
problem. He tried to overcome it many times and had some very successful
stretches of “dryness”. We would talk often about the struggle he had with the
bottle. Somehow the bottle always seemed to win. When Eve and I were laughing and talking about Hula and the old
days, I mentioned that Hula just seemed to give up a couple years ago, and
wasn’t himself anymore. She said that it seemed to be after his last dog passed
he just couldn’t do it anymore. No more talk about quitting drinking. The
bottle won.
I am sad to think of not seeing my friend Brian there behind
the store anymore, but I sure am glad his struggles are over. I don’t think
that anyone who knows Hula as “the bum behind Woodland Market” can ever realize
how hard he worked, to be a good person and to overcome, nor can I. I can’t
help but shed some tears for his hardship and for my loss of a dear friend, but
am rejoicing over the rest and peace so richly deserved that he now can enjoy.
At anytime a person can ask me about “the bum behind
Woodland Market” and I will know who they mean, but as always, my reply will
be, “oh, you mean my good friend Brian!”.
Jeannine Andre (~J~moonmango)
Halleuja I'm a Bum, hallelujah I'm a bum...
Treasure your friends dear ones, for they move on in time...
~J~moonmango
The thing that set me into glee full gladness was Kestrels surprise of Yosemite valley View my backyard, Tara Firma
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| I see my backyard! Tara Firma |
| Click on the pic to see Yosemite Valley |  | |
| Yosemite from Bear Valley Cuttoff |
I'm a Gummy Bear, I'm a Gummy Bear....
Je m’apelle Funny BearJe m’apelle Funny Bear
J’ai un p’tit ventre mou
Et un slip kangourou
Je suis pas comme les autres doudous
moi je suisun p’tit loup
Oh yeah
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| It has wings!!! |
Lunch & bald eagles. Not a bad way to finish the day!
Dear Bird
Fly little bird, fly. Will you spare your wings dear bird, for just one day?
I'll bring them back, soon as I return from flying away...
~J~moonmango
Kitty's Retirement bash!
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| Retirement Party's rock! Snooze on Randy! |
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| There were rides! |
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| Moon over barn Mauve to Blue Grey, like the thick fog in the valley hiding the truth making intimacy possible Wind blows, volcano blows, ash covering fire, glowing molten, but the fire is there Red, orange, yellow turning to white light, offering itself beyond all darkness Ash settles, calmness spreads, moving gently like a lover exploring… Intimacy awakens with the light. Truth. Honesty. Trust. It’s not the body, it’s the heart Unfolding a treasure, golden, warm like the sun. Unfolding, paralysis gone An offering. Betrayed. Mauve to blue, but never again grey Red, orange, yellow turning… Always an offering. ~J~moonmango KiltMan inspired 2/20/2012 Thanks to KiltMan for true inspiration from the depths of honesty shared across the miles |
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