What, Where and Why Not

      What the power of Mother Nature is and what it can produce in your surrounding bundle of Joy, which of course in this case is your home, your domicile and it's surrounding yard is quite the Cat's Meow.  In this case, a tree, which had leanings toward our neighbor's side patio of Dave and Ors, quickly becomes another one of the glorious serendipity moments in one's often times tumultuous life span.  Here in a 45 degree angle is most of the leg that fell off of the semi dead tree.  As you can see, it didn't take down much of anything but itself.

      Here is the lasting Totem Pole left behind after that tremendous wind storm, here in Sonoma County as it came blasting it's way into our consciousness. It had lingered for years, being used as a Bird's landing tower and a lot of gossip of when it was going to fall and what type of damage it was going to wreak upon not just Joyce and myself's environment, but our wonderful neighbors, Dave and Ors.  Consequentially it came to pass, that Kismet would have it's way, it became only the memory of what could of happened, but didn't. We all were amazed at the fact no one had woken up during it's untimely demise, and that in all the permutations that could have emerged, the one that did the smallest amount of damage to either of our quaint abodes, occurred in our imaginings.

     Now here is my modest and small amount of time, an hour and a half, taking off the upper branches, without the use of a chainsaw.  It is a pile that would be of some use at the " Burning Man " celebration, but will only stand as a quick monument as to those moments, though unheard and unseen at the initiation of it's own occurrence. Later, when our friend Tom comes over and decimates the memory of the actual event, we will surely forget it actually happened.

Releasing the Commitment to Turkey

So there I was, intruding upon the morning's grace and gave some thought to saving the Turkey this year.
Yeah it was five thirty in the morning, but none the less, I had a compelling reason  to forge ahead into the lightning round of all the forgotten nuances of days past in the coliseum of kitchen.
Here before you is a Bourbon BBQ Tri-Tip, twice cooked potatoes, one sweet, one russet, filled with cumin, curry, toasted sesame oil, ginger paste and a three cheese menagerie topping, marinated Portabella mushrooms in Balsamic Vinegar, Worcestershire sauce, butter and Vidalia Onion Dressing, a Spinach Salad with Bacon and Apricots, and a Avocado and Orange salad with tangerines and Red Grapes.  I cook, therefore I am and at this point I bid you a fond farewell as the Family Gatherings pursue their own origins.

Can you See this Now?

Now it doesn't take a pioneer in Bread Making to digest and visualize the time and energy to simulate the prairie mindset.  Here in a cast iron skillet and a few whimsical notes of satisfaction lies the capabilities to bring out the spirit that will induce the wonderfulness of newly toasted bread smeared with some nice butter and some homemade Jam.  To get yourself from here to there, simple apply the notions going on here.

Borne in Sonoma County

After so many cues have come and gone, I surmise my moment in time has arrived.  My preoccupation with hospitality and sharing moments with the retired elderly population has contributed to my new experience in yet another delightful situation in the culinary landscapes of the kitchen environment.
There is a quiet frivolity involved here, dedicating our energies to making an impact with our beautiful and colorful plate layouts and our attempts to offer participation for our guests at mealtime the flavor profiles that go with our concert of culinary artwork.
With those thoughts in mind please gander, at your own risk at what the Fountaingrove Lodge offers to it's residents in the way of road trips brought to you by the Sonoma County bounty of food offerings and the Chefs, Adam, Mark, Glenn and Rainer at this very moment in it's nubile inception.

A Little Rain, Please......

     Now swirling around in my brain, whether or not it is in the left or right hemisphere are numerous and diverse verbal images that should not have to permeate on a daily basis, my very existence.
      Though I go onto Facebook now and again and read the posts that my diligent friends seem enamored with, I do not participate in making some erroneous remarks.  The reason, besides being a social media stairway to buffoonery, most of my comments would be, at least on Facebook, counter productive, since a lot of those posts boast no new knowledge or create real thinking moments.
      I am happy that on Veteran's Day, that my family, at least on the East Coast, being engulfed with members that have served in the military, deem it necessary, like so many others into reveling and being thankful, for one reason or another for every member who has served.  Though as I sit here and type, I do wonder why there is a constant outcry to go to war, when there are Wars to be fought at home, and it is not those wars that involve weapons but rather community involvement.
      If that same support were given to each community from those so inclined to support the military, into figuring out how to solve the lack of mental health, employing people in decent and fairly paying jobs and honing in on education, taking care of the elderly and teaching a growing population of parents how to raise and discipline their kids into being socially aware, respectful of others and not spend so much time, as I write this serendipitously, on the monitor exploring whatever it is that they indulge themselves in.
     As far as replicas of automatic weapons, and kids in neighborhoods carrying them around, there are so many factors that create situations that don't need to exist.  One, manufacturers that make them should maybe reconsider their relationships on the profit motives. Two, parents who allow their kids to acquire these replicas should be aware of the area that they live in, demographically speaking, when their kids are parading them in public for whatever reasons, and to make sure their kids are not going to end up putting themselves in harms way to achieve some type of fantasy of war games or confrontational situations.
      Though culturally children or teens playing violent video games in the United States often are more violent than those in other countries that involve themselves in the same entertainment.  It seems that social interaction declines with more and more time spent in these forms of entertainment, creating a false sense of reality and when it is carried into the outside real world, tends to activate public concern and discourse.  Though to this date of writing it doesn't seem to have activated social or public change, since it seems as these type of dysfunctional displays continue to occur.
      It is true in these calamities it is going to take a village to make the changes that are necessary to put a dent into these debacles.  The parents, the law enforcement, the school system, societal norms cannot keep pointing the finger at one another, rather they all must come together to form a commitment to solutions to each and every installment of these fervent events trying to bring attention to either income inequality, mental health issues, equality of gender issues, bullying or trying to stop people from voting by making new laws that make it harder for certain demographical  segments of the populations from doing just that.
      Though I live in my own little world, trying hard to not to participate in these community diatribes, because they do occur in my immediate surroundings, I am guilty as anyone else of not wanting to become involved. I do my best not to let whatever it is I am concerned with to get out of hand, so I will not become one of those diatribes that become the talk of the town.  I do tend to take the time to write diatribes, since it seems these posts are not being shared with the public, or on numerous occasions I send positive vibes, in different colors and musical adaptations to help people think out their own mindful thoughts to help save the community when it is necessary.
      Now, the reason that this menagerie of thought patterns has occurred is because I wanted some rain to come into my immediate vicinity.  I feel as if spiritual change comes about when we gather inside listening to the rain pitter patter on the roof, and sit around a warm fire, contemplating the peacefulness of existence.
      

Sky Visions and Understatements

 As if by magic, yesterday, popped into our collective unconscious, leaving for some reason an idea that fall had encompassed our world.  Up until now, leaves had changed color, winds had blown the whirly-gigs off their foundations, yet, when we started our day at a garage sale at a local senior center, the Fall had been knocking, but yesterday, we let it in.  They had a replica of Japan signing a surrender on the Missouri, with Douglas MacArthur in 1945. They had a candle lit lantern that was a Music Box and a Cookie Jar shaped like a Pear.

 Now it wasn't just the colors that befuddled our visual perpetuity, the sky was dancing with fronts grasping one another as if there was a cerebral tug of war going on.  I actually saw a plane with a vapor trail accosting the formations, an interloping gesture of peaceful coexistence. This was all happening as we, on another of our weekend jaunts, found our way to Castenadas, the Outlet Store and Sprouts to pick up a collective and diverse smattering of foodstuffs.  On our return trip we capitulated plans to visit BJ's in Coddingtown for a bite of Lunch.

Neither Joyce or I had partaken of the culinary traits behind this newly acquired recompense of eclectic food offerings.  Took us awhile to decide on a few small plates of nuanced layouts of illicit palettes of flavor.  While we waited, I actually order a blend of PM Porter with some Raspberry lacquer. Joyce actually succumbed to saying I could do that. I gingerly twirled my focus with the camera taking a few shots of the colorful menagerie of visual candy parading itself on the walls and in the mirrored reflections found in the our room along with one of the light fixtures.

We had a warm Avocado egg roll, a Thai Chicken dumpling, Spinach Stuffed Mushrooms, and a Bison Burger with what appeared to be a lump of Coleslaw, but didn't have the customary flavor profiles indicative of such an accoutrement.  We scurried home to unpack our trip's purchased delights and scampered down to Airport Cinemas to watch " Last Vegas ", which was simply pleasing non-thinking movie entertainment.  Long ago wisdom's of that feeling of original friendships lasting over the course of human time. After arriving home, we bid adieu to our first day of Autumn Speak.

Really......???????

     I was thinking and I still am about how Humans "Beings" have or have not necessarily evolved.  Where the consciousness came to fruition about reflection, giving us the concept of time, and of course, in the long run, space, is left up to the people who tend to find a penchant for nomenclature.
     I think as I have evolved in a singlularity, when I have learned something, or accomplished a task, I generally think of interjecting it into someone's world in order to share and maybe, along the way, promote a quiet thinking moment, consciously or unconsciously.  Just accumulating ubiquitous clutter in a mind speak sort of way, as I know my friend Lee used to do, and not hand it out to his array of companions would lend to superfluous incantations and probably upset in ways I know I wouldn't understand, the space and time continuum, which in many instances in History, it certainly has been experienced.
     Now all of this is just gossip and innuendo if not for a particular point of view.  As I contemplate the significance of sharing and participating in the evolution of our Homo Sapiens existence I find it so much wasted time where we seem to denigrate others points of view. We don't tend to realize that if one part of the body is sick or unhealthy, whether it be from poverty, lack of education, fear brought on by misinformation or a lust for individual power, the global body of community is always hanging in the balance.  
     If there is creativity, richness, awesomeness, achievement, accomplishment, once it is interjected into the human experience, sharing and permitting it to grow and expand in it's awareness just seems to me a way in which the spirit of the "Village" can evolve into a higher consciousness, planes of ascension .  Though I am fully aware that opposites to this idea exist so the Universe can evolve in it's own unique ways.
     Therefor setting up barriers to wealth, giving an inordinate amount of importance to money like the stock market and investing in psychological mayhem is not a way to promote clear conscience.  Denying anyone access to knowledge for whatever reason doesn't pursue any intentions of the culminating planes  of ascension  Making people suffer by not dispensing preventative or catastrophic health care makes us lose out on so many creative endeavors left to die in their own malaise of indifference.  Creating competition to get the best out of one another doesn't always give way to trust for the common good of one another or for that matter letting everyone share for moments at a time, the same glorious feeling.  Everything that is out in the Universe is meant to be shared, given as freely as the time of day as it passes our way, and everyone should have access to whatever they need, as long as when they get it, they pass that same favor on, when it is obvious and time to do so.
     There is no reason to be Nationalistic or Unpatriotic in a Globally shared existence. There is no reason to doubt Mother Nature in her attempts at reconciliation when extreme calamities, not created by us Humans, occur. There is no reason for poverty, lack of education or unfed masses.  Common sense, truth, justice in all of it's myriad forms, honor, humility and invitations and awareness of the freedom of choice are all attributes we were kindly given, but sometimes we become unaware of our ability to dispense of these common tools to promote peace of mind, body and soul.
     So for all of you out there giving out nonsense, misinformation and not sharing your varieties of wealth of anything you can name, let me ask you one little benign question.  
     " REALLY.......????? "