Friday, February 14, 2014

Today Ally has been cancer free for 1500 days!

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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Ally has had 2 fabulous days of first grade!  She loves everything about being at school!  She even loves the after school program at ther school, run by the local YMCA.  But let's face it, she LOVES, LOVES, LOVES her teacher!

She comes home exhausted and grumpy, but about 5 minutes into dinner and she is back to her normal self.

We are so thankful that Ally is having such a positive experience with school. We know we are a very lucky family.  Neuroblastoma is a nasty disease that doesn't like to let go; and so many other families do not get to send their children to school.

September is childhood cancer awareness month.  Please think about something small you could do to ease a family battling cancer; donate money, time or a skill you have, making cards, or sending in a little boredom buster to your local children's hospital, Ronald McDonald house or the like is a great way to help out.

Happy Whistle Pig Wednesday!

Monday, August 26, 2013



Life is strange, the paths we take, and are sometimes forced to take.  In the late eighties when my mother in law came from China to live with us, we gave her our bedroom and moved to the rec room.  She'd had dreams of streets paved with gold and was very disappointed.  I tried to tell her how well her son was doing, but it didn't meet her dreams.  They spent several hours together every night.  In the event, she was telling him he could do better than what he had, than me.  He tried to start his own business on top of a very demanding full time job.  I was working 16 hours a day on a new crafts business and both of us working against a recession.  She left the next summer for her daughter's wedding in China.  When she returned, my marriage was dead, and he was living with a new woman who'd been helping him with the side business.  She hated the new woman and her kid, and finally decamped permanently for China.  Josh married the new lady a few years later, had a little girl and left her less than a year after the marriage.  Both businesses went belly up in Bush's little recession, I sold the house and tried California, and was back in a year, and ended up here.

The summer I bought the land with my last $20,000, planning to build, I recall sitting in the grove where my living room now is, and finally just turning it over to the Universe.  I had $60 in the bank, I was living in a tent made from blue tarps clipped to the frame of my craft booth and winter was making itself present every night in the 30+ degrees I was getting regularly.  It was perfectly clear that I was *not* going to be under roof before winter was fully present.  I believe that my exact words were: I have come as far as I can on my own.  If You want this to happen, it's Yours. 

Evidently, the Universe did want it to happen because literally within a few *hours* things began to turn.  That afternoon a stranger drove down the road with a message from John's store to call my ex.  And the wheels were put into motion that gave me a place to live for the winter and support to do so.  Before winter came my friends and relatives had helped me put in the telephone poles that were to be the foundation of this home.  It was to be the coldest winter of my life, before or since--minus 28ยบ temps and the biggest snow storm (3+ feet).  By Christmas Eve the next winter I moved in to stay.  And have to say, it's been the most interesting score of years I've lived so far.

I'd hoped to live to see it finished.  I won't.  But Lord Willing, my son will.  I hope so.











Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Saturday, July 13, 2013

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Philosopher Of The Land (The Unified Theory of Everything)

Birds to the mulberry tree
dessert after insect meal
do they carry the life force to the mulberry seed?

The grazing cows stirring the plants
rough tongue made to rend the green curtain
there for certain life is given and received.
But new tree under fence post telling of birds.

Seeing the whole
Bugs and birds, plants, animals
under a wide sky, blessed by the sun
under a watchful eye, a knowing eye
"come bos"
come I know greener pastures.

I know greener pastures.

So with Dan's gentle call
first the wisest begin to follow
(he does not fail them)
for rain falls on just and unjust
and not needing to wander 40 years
find a promised land under a watchful eye
as they pass the gate.

Phil Specht

Monday, June 10, 2013




Phil Specht  ~~  Our fishing camp had "morning meditations" of poetry this year and William Carlos Williams was a feature one morning. Sent me on a Frost jag since (who knows why?) and this story brought A White Tailed Hornet to mind... part of the last stanza since the hornet got it wrong That really takes away instead of gives. 
 

Our worship, humor, conscientiousness

Went long since to the dogs under the table.

And served us right for having instituted

Downward comparisons. As long on earth

As our comparisons were stoutly upward

With gods and angels, we were men at least,

But little lower than the gods and angels.

But once comparisons were yielded downward,

Once we began to see our images

Reflected in the mud and even dust,

'Twas disillusion upon disillusion.

Sunday, April 14, 2013


  


Bending for Love


The forest understudy is not linear

sunlight breaks through there
a young tree here.
A Cherry twists and turns
first to that and then this
moment in the sun.
Til grown, safe from harvest,
from industrial sawmill,
its curves would not yield utility.
In a artisan's loving hands
could be transformed.
Held, touched.
Or here, seen for what it is as it stands.
Already beautiful.  



Phil Specht   April 14, 2013

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Ally update in advance of spring!



Things have been going very well in Our Household. Ally is fully recovered from her surgery. In the pre-op appointment the surgeon asked if we would like him to fix up the scar from her Mic-Key button (feeding tube), so we got 2 for the price of 1! Ally's belly actually hurt her a lot more than the port scar (up in her collar bone area). She was on pain meds for a few days. Her port removal scar sticks out from her shirt. A few of her classmates have asked her about it. We asked her what her response it to it, and she told us she just pretends she didn't hear the person until they stop asking her the question. We told her it's okay to tell the other person she doesn't want to talk about it. Ally is realizing that not every kid goes through what she went through, and I think she is nervous and anxious to talk about her treatment with other kids. Understandable!

On the Ally medical front: Ally will be scanned again in April. She just got 4 shots in her legs last week (we are re-doing her vaccines). She weighs close to 36 pounds!!! Her dentist appointment went well today...of course she needs to floss more; but don't we all?

Thanks for checking in!
Happy Mud Season!

Saturday, February 16, 2013

This had 167 pieces of spam.  Easier to delete the original along with it, and just repost.  Hope this doesn't happen too much more. . . . 
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And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children's blood.

Jackals that the jackals would despise
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
vipers that the vipers would abominate.

Face to face with you I have seen the blood
of Spain tower like a tide
to drown you in one wave
of pride and knives.

Treacherous
generals:
see my dead house,
look at broken Spain:
from every house burning metal flows
instead of flowers
from every socket of Spain
Spain emerges
and from every dead child a rifle with eyes
and from every crime bullets are born
which will one day find
the bull's eye of your hearts.

And you will ask: why doesn't his poetry
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land.

Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
the blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
in the streets!

Extract from "I'm Explaining a Few Things" by Pablo Neruda


Thanks, nordy!!

168 comments:

neftali3 said...
For more on Neruda and Pinter’s Lecture check out http://www.redpoppy.net/journals/

Peace,
Neftali

Friday, February 15, 2013

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Sorry, friends. . . .

After a couple of hours and  the beginnings of a repetitive-motion injury, I'm having to begin using a word recognition filter for comments.  In the past few days, I've had to remove dozens and dozens of comments from one particular spammer, and my patience it at its end. 

I realize by the time it reaches me, no human is any longer involved, but for the human first mover, I wish for you and all your spawn the fleas of a thousand camels to discover and make home in your pubic area. 

Saturday, February 09, 2013


“For twas not into my ear you whispered,
But into my heart.
Twas not my lips you kissed,
But my soul.”

― Judy Garland 

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Life Changes


So much has to do
with hope, the sense
of light, of kindness
and goodness, and beauty
now that we can be
aware, sit for a while
talk to a friend. Before
our lives were a scurrying
racing across the meadow
chased by hawks, searching
for sustenance, a place,
watching, moving, gathering.

What to do now that we
haven't
the need to leap to the
tree
bounding from branch to
branch
finding the nuts and hiding
them.

What's an old squirrel to
do? 



 Pat Maslowski
February 9, 2013

Friday, February 01, 2013

= ♡♥♡ Awesome Ally Amazes Again! ♡♥♡ =

Written 1 hour ago by Ally’s Mom:

Everything went well. We are home, resting, watching cartoons and taking pain meds.
A nap seems like a good idea too.

Thursday, January 31, 2013



The US Senate Cabinet Hearings.

The Iowa Quarter's tribute to education, Wood's Frozen Hill
sits on a ridge down across Buffalo Creek
bones collected for fertilizer by pioneers
who built another school nearby where the beasts had fallen through ice
nearby where I fell through the ice, skating too late in spring.
My brother plunging through coming to my rescue,
for looking to the horizon of Young Corn familiar sloughs
lead down to the Buffalo ponds. Grant Wood lives in me.
As does a view of a hole in the ice from below
A brother coming to my aid a story as familiar as every veteran's
tale of jungle or desert comrade fallen; a long dark wall, classmates, later.
For that day was bright, and looking up and seeing a proverbial light in pond water tunnel,
feeling bottom I "jumped" at the chance to end my war
and laying on the edge of my hole on the still thin ice
rejoiced as my brother broke his way to shore.
Both soon home by hearth; my wish for all like me
forever stuck with tunnel vision. Jump.

Phil Specht  31 January 2013

Ally is six!!!!!!

We are celebrating by mommy and daddy being home sick, and Grammy and Grampa  thankfully taking Ally for most of the day, so we can rest. Ally's morning Kindergarten was cancelled because of the icy conditions as well. Fun times!

Over the weekend Ally started to get "goopy eyes". She also said her ear hurt, and when she laid down for bed, she said she was dizzy. We were hoping it would pass quickly, but she was not any better on Monday. So, we called up her pediatrician and got her in that night...double ear infection! They were not so bad that she needed antibiotics, but with her surgery on Friday, the doctor gave them to us; so Ally will be good to go. The doctor also prescribed some eye drops (although she did not really think Ally had pink eye) to clear those up for the surgery as well. Ally is doing well with the meds, although she hates the "pink stuff" (I did too, when I was little). Her energy is as high as ever, and she is super excited about her birthday. (She is a little bummbed school was cancelled this morning.)

We are all set for port removal on Friday.

Happy Birthday to our little miracle!

Saturday, January 19, 2013



 

Very lovely photo from crazycritch on fickr.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

This is why art is important.

@Storm Roberts

Awesome Ally had CLEAR SCANS today!!!
This means she has been in remission for three years!
☆☆☆
Ally was diagnosed 5 years ago next month with the rare and aggressive neuroblastoma.

She will turn 6 years old on January 30th. :-D

May she live a long and happy, cancer-free life!

Her family is ever thankful for your prayers during this long and surprising journey.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

All things that now exist in form were once simply ideas in consciousness. We each hold the power to manifest different circumstances for our lives. If we wish to manifest a new reality for ourselves, we need to consistently focus our imagination on the ideals we seek to realize.
 
Remember to explore your ideal in terms of qualities, not people or things. What qualities do you most want in life? Freedom? Respect? Playfulness? Abundance? Whatever qualities you seek, imagine experiencing them now and be open to new ways to discover those qualities appearing in your life.
 
Be Blessed Of Divine Light.

Monday, January 14, 2013





So What

Jakeof

Sunday, January 13, 2013

:) -Sam

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Who would vote for this man?

It's written all over his face!

Saturday, October 06, 2012

In media res. . .

 http://www.luckymojo.com/scarab-blue-winged-small.jpg

In media res


Always, our arrival
Just as the downstairs maid
pours the boiled water
over the tea leaves
in cup bottom

The sky explorer
crosses the international
dateline

Mare nickers
to foal

Damselfly leaves
her leaf
launches into oxygen

Dung beetle approaches
prize

And us. Here.
Now.
Begging for attention.




jjl
6 Octobre 2012

 

There Is No Beginning No End


There Is No Beginning No End
 
 

light turns a corner
no longer in sight
silence call dropped
into the night
ashes shared with ocean
with mountain
voice on the other end
mid sentence
finished as all conversations are
by the hearer
continued as all lives are
by the still living

 
Phil Specht
October 5, 2012

Friday, October 05, 2012



Aspens

Air interrupted
Startle of light
Leafing sculpture
Not marble
Not bronze
Breathing leaves
Array of gold
Yellow, green,
Scarlet, dangling
Each leaf a hand
As real as sun
Clouds, rain
Waving, blessing
Speaking in whispers
Rhythm of breezes
Falling in clusters
Embroidering the road
Winter harbinger
Season’s refrain
Beauty indelible.



Pat Maslowski

October 2, 2012

First snow in Minnesota.



Friday, September 28, 2012

 

 

Five Words

The TV image was of a man and his one year old son
home after a twelve month tour

empty boots and bayonet off in the background
in the cheering gym.

no

I'm not going to tell that story.

babies delight in their feet
hold them
love it when you nuzzle them with your nose
peal with laughter when you tickle them

then we confine them in shoes(bronzed on a mantle)
and that soldier missed that first step

no

I'm not going to tell that story

hold the coffee table
come to mommy
bump

up
step
bump

so when the host of As It Happens
talked of six words
Hemingway saying his most powerful line
was six words
For Sale. Baby shoes. Never used.
bump
I sat down
(though driving a car already seated)
up
bump
I pulled over

damn, those six words had just stopped a moving car

but the image that popped into my head
weren't the shoes but those boots
I won't talk about

and five words

We regret to inform you


~~ Phil Specht  26 September, 2012

Thursday, September 27, 2012



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Saturday, September 15, 2012

Soul transport. . . . .

Buried Stevie about an hour ago. Just as we had the first shovel of dirt in, and both of us were crying, a Great Blue Heron flew almost over our heads. I've seen them fly up and down river, never had one or seen one fly across my field in 17 years. Felt like a blessing.