Laundry Line Divine

This post is dedicated to my treasured readers, Mary McGinn, Kathy Drue and Tammy McLeod. Otherwise known as Kitty Cavalier, Lake Superior Spirit and AgriGirl, busy blogging women with busy bodacious lives.
Your comments and support make me very very happy.

There are so many of you who sometimes comment or not at all, I know you have your reasons, and these I respect.
You must know that I am honored that you stop here at all to rest your thoughts and sup inspiration.
At least, that is what I hope you do.

From the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont, where I am arting about with my German family and my own brood, looking forward to tossing a skillet at the Orleans County Fair this week. I will keep you posted on what happens, just after the harness racing in the infield.
I am hoping to come home with another blue ribbon.

Tons of rainy love with magnificent sunsets,
S

When you invite the Divine, your life becomes an altar.

Moments this week:

1. Dragonfly dipping in to the river for a drink right in front of me, yesterday.
2. Skirts of dragonflies all over our trip to Florida.
3. Stepping in to the river with Catherine, both of us sinking in to the clear clean cold river water.
4. Standing in the hallway and being enveloped by my son and his long strong arms, two hearts together.
5. Looking at my husband and knowing in our 20 years, the more we surrender and party with the Present, the more Love, Joy and Ease washes in to our life.
6. My girl’s shoulders going down after a decision was made by stating her truth and letting go of the results.
7. Swimming with Lydi and Jill in the deep blue sea.
8. Hearing from my BHK just when my dreams were brimming with her presence.
9. Calls from BJB to my husband, the 4 of us calling to her with our hearts.
10. Jazz on the radio under the hand of Larry, the rain has ceased, the birds celebrate and all things are just as they are- simple, quiet and rhythm filled.

The fun of these Playdates is the variety of wonderments you send me.
First in the mailbox were Marilyn’s photos of altars around her home and garden. They are such a sweet reflection of her laughter and joy in living.

Another moment to pause and smile in Marilyn's home.

Next I heard from my friend Mary McGinn, also known as Kitty Cavalier. Here is her altar.

Mrs. Mary celebrates her creation!

Do you notice how we each choose to celebrate and honor the elements we want to attract in to our life- a conversation with the Sacred, healing for all- including our plants, fulfilling our desires and making room for inspiration from the Infinite. Some of my Facebook friends spoke about standing under trees or out in nature. Melanie wrote about the ‘grotto’ she and her partner have created as a place to reflect and pray.

All these altars are invitations.

Bonnie’s came next with an altar in her home, at the foot of her magnificent collage kitchen and the other, a view from her family home up North where they go to just be.
Isn’t that what an altar calls you to?

Just Be Here?

In Bonnie's kitchen studio,many things are made including art and dinner. The garden comes in to visit!

Lastly, came Kathy Drue, my wonderful blogging Sister in L’Anse, Michigan. She is posting about simplicity this month. This is where she starts:

Here are Kathy’s words:

It is actually an empty table. It sits in our half-finished basement (a walk-out basement complete with couches and chairs and a bedroom and food room and laundry room and storage room). I like to keep the table empty these days to remind me to honor the emptiness, the silence, as well as the fullness. It used to hold one wooden burled bowl for years, which also seemed to hold the energy of openness holding emptiness.

I can’t quite describe how this empty table makes me feel joyful and alive.

I also put “things” on the table from time to time. Laundry baskets. Empty mason jars headed to the food room. Bits and bobs of life. So whenever I empty off the table–and it’s empty again–there is an inner smile. The emptiness isn’t static. It isn’t really even empty. It’s full.

so that is my altar.

This morning’s Daily Rumi caps it all for me:

Value

Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,
or your own genuine solitude?
Freedom, or power over an entire nation?

A little while alone in your room
will prove more valuable than anything else
that could be given you.

Tell me about your Altars.
All my love, S

This altar is surrounded in grapevines and olive branches.