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March 3, 2011

A Day Off…

by victorymoon

A friend of mine moved to Mexico many moons ago; she picked a place, basically, in the jungle. As she got started there, she encountered many interesting new ways of life. She would write about them, now and then.

As I have recently realized.. life in the woods is a comparison study, to her life in the jungle.

A note of thoughts about one of my days here, I directed to her….

Dana, Dear,

When I used to read of your adventures, after you first moved south, I used to read, sometimes laugh now… I relate!
Today… since the wind is too high to burn my overflowing trash, I chose to wash clothes.
Hook hose to washer, hook hose pipe to washer, clean out washer of debris from cedar tree over washer, plug in washer, turn water on and attempt to avoid the spray from the leaky connections, avoid puddle forming from leaky connections, sort clothes in trunk of car (too stinky to leave inside RV), carry clothes 15 feet to washer, do not overfill or old washer will not churn (about 7 shirts or 4 pairs of pants), keep checking washer to make sure it is churning, if not, hand stir several times, when clothes have finished cycle, place in basket in wheelbarrow, wheel to clothes line 40 or so feet away, attempt to keep clothes clean while hanging, hang high enough dog will not pull clothes down, hope wind is not too strong to blow clothes off line, hope too much traffic does not pass on dirt road or more dust will cling to newly washed clothes now so exhausted with all the wash from one load, take break!

Forget the story about putting together shelves in storage, too tired to even think about writing all that… used the f word a lot!

Near the Persimmon Patch...

Nuff said!

Question: Am I a Pioneer Woman yet?

**I have now updated my system, since the writing of this. The leaks are fixed, so no more wasting water, or having to avoid spray or puddles. Also, moved my drying line many yards away from the road, which takes away the worry of dust from the traffic. The new area gets plenty of sun and breeze, is in the area where I am now plotting to put a cottage, and someday, I will move the washer to that area.. after digging a plumbing line and a ditch for electrical conduit.

Life in the Woods… I Like It!!

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December 21, 2010

Transition & Completion

by victorymoon


December 14th, at 1143pm, of this year, Betty Jean Ridenour Seymour died.

How odd and inaccurate that statement seems to me.

The above person held many titles, one being, mother. My mother.

I called her Mum, aka Ancient One. I also called her Ladybug.

As I felt the cold body that lay still in the hospital bed, I knew, Mum was no longer in there. She had shifted back into spirit form and was moving on.. to ? ….

She and I had an agreement; as soon as she could, she would return to this earthly dimension, in spirit form, with the goal of touching me on the head and letting me know she was good in the whereever.

We just felt this would be a way of comfort for both of us. See, Jean was ready to move on, her body was failing to hold life energy, yet, her fear of the unknown was attempting to keep her grounded on this rock.

We had many discussions concerning the unknown, the subject of fear, the knowing that death is part of the life cycle. None of these made the process easy, just easier, for me to let her go anyway.

As she lay in the bed, before the shift, resting in a painless sleep assisted by drugs, I sat beside and pondered.

Was the act of passing an act of completion as well as transition? As the end was near, was it truly the end? or soon to be another begining?

From the moment I felt her chest, to prove to myself I was seeing the truth, that it no longer was rising and falling… I felt such peace.

Jean Mum, in earth body form, no longer felt pain, cold feet, breathless…

What a relief that must be for her spirit…

As I walked out into the hall to summon a nurse, to confirm, I walked with hesitation. My feelings were so joyful; was that okay? Would someone seeing my face, knowing my mother had just died, understand the look of serenity I held about me? Did anyone else understand how the body that lay in that room had gone through so much stress and turmoil and now it had peace?

Earlier that day, Mum and I had begun singing in the angels, to walk her over.

A son of mine, Christopher, who had walked over back in 93, showed up with an outstretched hand. A friend of Jeans, Evonne, who had walked over a few years ago, also showed up with an outstretched hand.

We could feel the room full of joy and peace, as angels crowded in to flutter their wings and help lift Jean’s Spirit up and away.

I have not been one to call upon angels very often; so grand they did not hold it against me.  Not sure what we would have done without them.

December 21, 2010


by victorymoon

Despair says I cannot lift that weight. Happiness says I do not have to.


One Day at a time....

This remnant was present when I first began cleaning and clearing this piece of land in 2009. It was very heavy and the wheels would no longer turn. Steering was also impossible.. A task that seemed way beyond my capabilities. Each day I would walk out and approach the object, mentally prepared to move it. Each day, I did move it, some days, just inches. Other days, I would have the energy and the wind to help me and get it moved several feet. At the end of two months, the bike was relocated out of site and awaited removal.

When the “metal guy” arrived, he picked it up, put it on the trailer, and hauled it off. Yes, just like that.. It was gone.

When I stood there watching, I wondered why I had gone through so much, each day, to get it moved to a different location when it was just going to leave eventually anyway.

Now, I know… It was a beginning for me to understand what my power of intention can accomplish.

The bike was fine where it sat; it had been there for decades. I was the one that wanted it out of the way, out of my site. I had projects to do in that area and the bike sat as a hindrance for other plans I had. So, one day at a time, I got done what I wanted done. Only later, watching someone else, do the same, with so little effort, did it occur to me.. It is all about intent and inspiration and belief and creation. The bike did not care, the “metal guy” had no concern where it had been versus where it was when he arrived. Only me and my thoughts about the thing.

Most of life is designed this way, me thinks… and most of life can be accomplished, One day, at a time…

December 21, 2010

Notes 2 Self

by victorymoon

The better I feel about myself, the less I need you to be different….

This was a quote I found in an email the other day, which gave me pause for thought.

How do I feel about myself,  and is how I feel about myself, reflected in the mirror I use when I see others?

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December 21, 2010

Happiness Is….

by victorymoon

Happiness is…..

when I was a child, in grade school, I was in glee club.
It was one of my favorite classes; something I looked forward to and had a passion for. We would sit in our little chairs in a large room, with our music teacher, Ms. Hall, and get handed our sheet music, and then we would practice. Practice and practice and practice. Often, other children would get frustrated with glee club, or the practicing. Some even joined just to get out of class, yet, not me. I felt so pleased to be able to have time to simply sing. Sing and sing and sing.
When we would have a performance, it was an exciting time. We would practice while standing on the risers, in the auditorium, and belt out our songs. Then, eventually, the big day would come. We would stand in front of the entire school and sing our collection of songs. Then, that night, another performance, this time, made up of parents, relatives, friends and neighbors.
I was in my glory, while on “stage”. Yet, it was not really the time in the spot light that drew me, it was truly the music, the songs, the notes on paper transferred to voice and instrument. The voices, working together.
One of my favorite songs that plays in my mind, now and again, is one from the musical “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown”.

I’m so happy. That little red-headed girl dropped her pencil. It has teeth marks all over it. She nibbles her pencil.
She’s human! It hasn’t been such a bad day after all.




















(The cast filters out, waving “good night” to Charlie Brown, but Lucy stays, and and stands in silence for a moment before finally saying:)

You’re a good man, Charlie Brown.

– He smiles, and the lights go down –

These days, my versions of happiness differ a bit, yet, are mostly as simple and the ones sung about by the characters in the musical.

My personal song might be something like…

Happiness is…
A cup of warm beverage
A fresh clove cigar
A shine from the Sun

Seeing some fireflies
Finding a new tree
Petting my Ru

Happiness is…
Clean hair free of tangles
Clean clothes to choose from
A deep hot long bath

So, I am in the process of making a list, of what happiness is for me now. For I am at a crossroads again; mum has transitioned and no longer needs my assistance. I am free to leave this area, or stay put. If I leave, what would I be leaving for, and if I stay, what will I be staying for. These are the questions before me now, on my plate, so to speak.
Good orderly direction is what I am seeking, so a list of reasons feels very sound.

Feels right to share this quote from a daily newsletter I receive via email –

“Those of us on the path of personal and spiritual growth have a tendency to analyze our unhappiness in order to find the causes and make improvements. But it is just as important, if not more so, to analyze our happiness. Since we have the ability to rise above and observe our emotions, we can recognize when we are feeling joyful and content. Then we can harness the power of the moment by savoring our feelings and taking time to be grateful for them.

Recognition is the first step in creating change, therefore recognizing what it feels like to be happy is the first step toward sustaining happiness in our lives. We can examine how joy feels in our bodies and what thoughts run through our minds in times of bliss. Without diminishing its power, we can retrace our steps to discover what may have put us in this frame of mind, and then we can take note of the choices we’ve made while there. We might realize that we are generally more giving and forgiving when there’s a smile on our face, or that we are more likely to laugh off small annoyances and the actions of others when they don’t resonate with our light mood.

Once we know what it feels like and can identify some of the triggers and are aware of our actions, we can recreate that happiness when we are feeling low. Knowing that like attracts like, we can pull ourselves out of a blue mood by focusing on joy. We might find that forcing ourselves to be giving and forgiving, even when it doesn’t seem to come naturally, helps us to reconnect with the joy that usually precedes it. If we can identify a song, a picture, or a pet as a happiness trigger, we can use them as tools to recapture joy if we are having trouble finding it. By focusing our energy on analyzing happiness and all that it encompasses, we feed, nurture, and attract more of it into our lives, eventually making a habit of happiness. “ Daily OM

“Who am I? What am I doing here? How can I best serve? What do I want to become, create, accomplish in this life?”

December 21, 2010

Gifts of Affection

by victorymoon

Friday evening, as I swung around, preparing to get in my car, I stopped and said something that still puzzles me. Well, not anymore. I just found my answer, and it is a doozy!

I had passed on some items to an acquaintance, that had belonged to my mother. She had transitioned and I was busy clearing out her apartment. Dismantling a person’s life is a daunting task.

I had quickly chosen to gift a desk chair and computer monitor to a person who needed them. She had gratefully accepted the items and we had loaded them into her vehicle. We were both leaving at the same time and as we parted, she said thank you and I said, “do you love me more now?”

That remark really jolted me, and her, by the look on her face. She said, “no”, and hugged me with a big bear hug.

As I drove out of the parking lot I wondered, what the heck she must think of me after such a remark. Then I thought, what did I think of myself, to make such a remark?

Well, my answer is, I am still trying to please my mother!!!

Howz that?

My mother is dead, well, her body is anyway, and the end of attempting to please her is here. Yet, for some reason, the gift giving thing triggered a need in me for affection? Approval? For what? A gift? For cripes sake, it was a gift. Or was it?

Maybe, for all these years, every gift I have given my mother has been so that she would approve of me? How gag sad is that? I mean, I am 52 years old; can you imagine how many gifts that tallies up to? At least two a year, right? And that is just birthday and Xmas. Then add the little items I threw her direction for some reason or another. Times that by say, 48? for a low number. Gee, I sure have been working overtime for affection.

No wonder none of my relationships work out for very long; how much can a person take from another before they get tired of constantly saying thank you.

Lesson Learned

Now, where do I take the test?

No, please do not tell me………………… I am not really sure I am that ready…….

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December 10, 2010

Chems: Viral Gems

by victorymoon

I have been ill since Saturday, not with like a cold, I mean, ILL.

Severe Headaches, Earaches, Throat sore, drainage out of nose and down throat. Burning eyes, so much so, to keep them closed does not even give much relief. Oh, let me not forget the neck and shoulder pain, and the aches throughout my body. Also, a low grade fever.

A real treat of a week!!

Not since finding myself in a house with Black Mold, have I felt this bad.

When the symptoms first came on, very suddenly, I staying at my mum’s, in Durant OK.  I was sure she had no Black Mold, yet, symptoms said differently.

I arrived home on Sunday night, and thinking there was something in Durant causing the dis-ease, was sure I would be well again in a day or so.

It is now Thursday night and I am worse than I was Saturday, except, the headaches have subsided.

So, either both dwellings have Black Mold, or………… something else has got me.

With a bit of mental clarity, and a search engine, I came across the above site and page.

Interesting that while I stood outside in Durant, talking with a couple of women who are neighbors to mum, I noticed a couple of crisscrossing lines in the sky on Friday.

April 9, 2010 zipcode 73432

April 2010 Oklahoma

Now I am this ill………..

Could it be that Chem Trails are the reason for my malaise?

No, of course not; nothing as dastardly as sprayed poison from some covert plan, could have anything to do with how I feel tonight.

Wish I could get my hands on some hospital statistics and sleuth out if anyone else in the Durant area is currently suffering from similar symptoms and what the medical establishment has to say about it.

I do not use western medicine, so I will not be going to any doctor, so will most likely not hear about those other folks who may have been in the open last week.

Meanwhile, I did find another article, which gave me a few pointers, on things I can do to treat myself. Which, I have already started and am finding to give me some relief. Fact is, I waited too long to realize what I was up against.

Here is the other site and article; note in the comments the suggestion by Rose, to use hydrogen peroxide in the ears. Trust me, it is really helping….

Since I work with essential oils for healing purposes, I have been using methods for Black Mold all week.

Oregano, Tea Tree, Red Thyme, and some Rosemary ,  Cajeput and Camphor thrown in, for good measure.

Something has to be able to fight whatever it is in my system, no matter what the source.

FYI – the photo in this post is not from Durant, nor in December 2010.  It was taken north of Durant, in April, when the sky, which I had been admiring for it’s clear blue, suddenly became crisscrossed with flybys…..

December 9, 2010

So Tiring….

by victorymoon

If I can use something to make something, that was used before, and is now free and just sitting around, I will do it!

So when some krazy driver side swiped my postal box right off its stick, and left it laying in the ditch, I had a challenge.

The stick it had originally sat on was in pieces, and my thoughts were, if the driver did it with such ease once, it could happen again.

I took to thinking about how I could construct a setup that would be more stable; I ran across several ideas on the internet, as well as, in my mind.

Loved the one with the postal box embedded in a brick housing; had bricks, yet did not want to use them in such a fashion. They are precious and being saved for…. something more  important.

As I was staring at the brick pile, wondering if I, in fact, could part with them all, for that is what it would take for the setup… I spied, to the left, my trusty used tire pile.Tired

Ah…. now there we go… no shortage of those sweet rubbers…. If in fact I did need more, for anything, there is always an endless supply down the road at the local fix it shop.

So I got to hauling, and stacking, and Voila’

Now I have a stable perch for my postal box, at the needed height for the carrier to drop off mail, and it cost me nothing but some time and sweat.

I even think it is rather quaint, and speaks loudly of my passion for upcycling.

Besides the fact that I am the only one on this dirt road that has one…. lol…

at least for now……..

December 9, 2010

Honey, Honey, Honey…..

by victorymoon

Today, while commiserating with my pupp, Rufio, about how crappy we both feel…..

I recovered some information from my mind and did a little Chicky Checkup RU, and there it was….

How to Treat Your Pet’s Wound with Honey

(courtesy of eHow)

You can either pack it with gauze that is covered with Honey, or do what I am doing… Just pour the Local Organic Honey, into the deep hole in the top of his head, and on the gash on his right foreleg.

Ru has already licked the honey off his leg; that wound is healing nicely anyway, due to his care for it.

It is the one on his head, that he can not get to, that has me concerned the most.

Previously, with more than one pupp here, another dog would be caring for the spot on the top. In this case, I would be checking the healing, and only apply honey if I saw things not going well.

Since I am now Ru’s Pack member, it is now US, We is the Tribe, it is mine responsibility to “tend” the wound.

I have never been much for licking around on another beast, human or otherwise, so I will let the Honey do my chores for me today.

Which also provides me with a new nic namer for Ru… aka Honey Head… (he is already a sweetie, so this fits)



It matters not what you’ve done with your life, for better or worse.  What matters is what you do with your life today.

—  Alan Cohen

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August 1, 2010

What can I do …..

by victorymoon

Good Buy

As I head outside, in this heat of triple digits, to clear out some more of my “things”…. I drifted on to a site about ways to give away “things”.

This site is simply simple; and what a concept!

Now… is there one near me? Nope, not yet! Wonder if I could get one going here??????????