Welcome to "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
At the top of my blog is an image of an area in my small living room that looks east southeast. My Amaryllis plant had two blooms on Valentine's Day 2017. My living room leads to a small porch where I have a planter garden. This living room is where I do my work as a self-employed medical transcription editor and where I do my art work and play music and work on blog posts and practice yoga and eat my meals and visit with friends. This particular photo was taken on February 15, 2017, from my medical transcription editing work area. Outside the window, I can see Scudder Pond, Lake Whatcom, low mountains, and then the Cascades and the sky.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog) was created in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". As of March 2013, my blog is now titled "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life; the right to die peacefully in your own bed. The true end of war is the end of fear; the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.