Loose Leaf Notestag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes/12008-05-11T15:01:23Z"Things I would not tell anyone, I tell the public." ~ Michel de MontaigneMovable Type 3.35Mother’s Daytag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10272008-05-11T14:45:15Z2008-05-11T15:01:23Z Friend: Colleen, has the baby come yet? Me: No, but they’re coming up to Floyd today, so I’ll get to see the belly. My son Dylan, his wife Alexis, and her daughter Kaylee treated me to lunch for Mother’s...Colleen
Friend: Colleen, has the baby come yet?
Me: No, but they’re coming up to Floyd today, so I’ll get to see the belly.
My son Dylan, his wife Alexis, and her daughter Kaylee treated me to lunch for Mother’s Day. After lunch, we had tea and coffee at the Blackwater Loft (pictured above), followed by a selection of chocolates from Nancy’s Candy in the Village Green. The baby boy (my first grandchild) is due any day.
Post notes: In other news, my friend Elisha’s Blessingway was cancelled today because she went into labor. Joe and I watched “August Rush” last night, which turned out to be a tearjerker about a reunion of a mother and son. I'm supposed to be headed over to Full Circle Farm to take photos of their Mother's Day Open House Plant Sale, but it's raining.
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New Day Newstag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10262008-05-10T23:42:04Z2008-05-10T23:49:20ZThe following was published in the Floyd Press on May 1, 2008. Rosemary Wyman’s business, New Day, has been providing home health care and support to individuals and their families since 2005. The business is a natural extension of a...ColleenThe following was published in the Floyd Press on May 1, 2008.
Rosemary Wyman’s business, New Day, has been providing home health care and support to individuals and their families since 2005. The business is a natural extension of a life long interest of Wyman’s.
“Whenever I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would always say a nurse,” Wyman, a tomboy who grew up in New York, said. “The only reason I played with dolls was to use them as patients,” she added.
Wyman and her family moved to Floyd from Charlotte, North Carolina in 1999. She and her husband, Walter Charnley, have been parents to eight in a blended family that Wyman refers to as, “his, mine, and ours.”
Certified in hospice and as a palliative nurse assistant, Wyman has extensive experience with end of life care and has been educating others about this life passage. She’s worked for Good Samaritan Hospice in Roanoke and has done fill-in work at The Beulah Hospice House in Dublin. Although she’s provided care to a number of Alzheimer patients – including her own father – and has a special interest in the needs of the aging population, not all her clients are elderly. Last year Wyman provided care for two young women with terminal illnesses.
Tom Vangunten, who lost his wife, Laura, to cancer last fall thinks the contribution Wyman makes is “invaluable.” Like Wyman, he believes people would benefit from more education and preparation for end of life.
“We don’t prepare for death. I can’t believe I got to be forty-nine and didn’t know a thing about this. I think grief and loss should be taught in school along with Driver’s Ed and how to balance your check book,” he said.
Vangunten, who is now a single parent to his and his wife’s two young sons, explains how the support Wyman offered was for the whole family. “For people dealing with terminal illness, it affects everyone in your family. It’s helpful if you have someone who can guide you through it. What Rosemary did was invaluable. She coordinated with doctors and other care givers, and provided the personal. What ever needed to be done – if someone needed a hug – she stepped-up,” he said.
Many families dealing with the terminal illness of a loved one need more support than the one or two hours a day a hospice worker provides. New Day can offer what Wyman refers to as “hospice support.” While she gives direct care to clients – which might include bathing, wound dressing, and assisting with pain management – much of Wyman’s work is more subtle than that. Her presence often has a calming effect because she accepts people from where they are and can approach each new situation without family history, she says. “Sometimes things not being addressed can be addressed easier with someone outside the family. I like to go in like a breath of fresh air.”
Not all of Wyman’s clients are dealing with a terminal illness. Riner resident, Betty Bowman has a handicap that inhibits her balance and mobility. Wyman visits her one day a week to clean, organize, assist with personal care and grooming, and whatever else Bowman needs.
“She takes me to the doctor and the grocery store,” Bowman said. When asked if Wyman helps with cooking, Bowman explained that since her mother died four years ago she’s been heating up frozen dinners in the microwave for herself; although she did remember a delicious bean salad that Wyman prepared from a recipe Bowman provided.
“Cleaning and cooking equal care. Whatever makes someone feel better is care,” Wyman said, recalling a day she spent washing one client’s entire knick knack collection. “Sometimes people feel better when their homes are clean and their lives are organized,” she added.
Since the inception of New Day, Wyman has worked with approximately twenty clients. Some have been referred to her by other agencies, but most come by word of mouth. Although she provides services considered typical in her field, sometimes her work involves the unusual and requires some on the spot problem solving.
On one such occasion, she was flown to NY to transport a local family’s elderly aunt, who had broken an ankle and was in rehab, back to Floyd. Upon arriving in New York and after locating the woman’s apartment, Wyman packed a month’s worth of whatever she thought the woman might need. She then negotiated the transport, first with rehab staff, and then with overzealous airport security, all the while reassuring the woman – who didn’t know Wyman – that everything was okay. Her short term memory was failing but “she had a great sense of humor,” Wyman remembered.
Support for care givers is an important component of Wyman’s work. In 2004, after being approached by Our Lady of the Valley, an assisted Living and Nursing Care facility in Roanoke, Wyman presented an “Intuitive Emotional Clearing” workshop for care givers that involved guiding them through the use of creative outlets, such as music, art, and movement. Wyman has also facilitated the formation of a “Share the Care” circle in Floyd, based on the book of the same name. She says when she first saw the book, which outlines a step-by-step model for organizing group care for someone ill, she knew it was “the wave of the future.”
Another aspect of the educational side of Wyman’s work played out when she participated in a day long event called “Successful Elder Care,” hosted by the Social Justice Committee of the Lutheran Churches of Floyd. She had planned to share a presentation about home assessment for people with limitations, something she and her husband do together, but ended up talking about Alzheimer care when another workshop leader who was scheduled to do that was unable to attend. Wyman remembers a fellow-presenter at the event who cited a Virginia Tech study on the growing needs of the aging population. “It was sobering,” she remarked.
Following her involvement in the Zion Lutheran Church day of resource sharing, Wyman embarked on a new venture, “End of Life Development,” with the intention of building on the educational outreach aspect of her work. Immediate plans include the formation of an advisory board made up of various professionals, social workers, doctors, clergy, and nurses – to determine what the greatest needs are for the aging population, she says. She also envisions workshops on how to manage progressive care, advance medical directives, and to set up proxy care for decision making. “Plans should be made before we are in crisis,” she said.
Last month Wyman received non-profit status as a subsidy of the Community Educational Resource Cooperative (CERC) for “End of Life Development,” along with a small seed grant. This support will be instrumental in assisting her educational initiatives in the community. It will also be helpful in allowing her do what she does best: easing the discomfort and grief of others and making it more viable for individuals at the end of life to remain home with their loved ones. “I consider every day spent at home a success. And sometimes you have to count these successes in days,” Wyman says.
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A Trifecta of Bloomtag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10252008-05-09T13:58:21Z2008-05-11T01:06:20Z 1. For a small window of time in the spring, three blooms converge in symphony of color in the corner of my yard. 2. Dogwood, azalea, and baby irises come in one after the other, and for a week...Colleen
1. For a small window of time in the spring, three blooms converge in symphony of color in the corner of my yard.
2. Dogwood, azalea, and baby irises come in one after the other, and for a week or two they co-exist together like the colorful layered fruit of an English trifle.
3. I especially love this winning combination because all the players are wild. A purple carpet of naturalized irises circles the white blossomed dogwood tree, while wild azaleas spin around it like a pink skirt. I’ve take dozens of pictures at different times of day and in different weather but none of them do the scene justice. It’s a like a poem that needs to be heard out loud, a living beauty that needs to be seen face to face to be fully enjoyed.
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Breaking the Thirteen Thursday Time Barriertag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10242008-05-09T02:47:33Z2008-05-08T22:03:49Z 1. I was recently typing the name of my book of poems, Muses Like Moonlight, and typed "Mooses Like Moonlight" by mistake. 2. Written on the inside on my latest notebook: Note to self – in writing. 3. I...Colleen
1. I was recently typing the name of my book of poems, Muses Like Moonlight, and typed "Mooses Like Moonlight" by mistake.
2. Written on the inside on my latest notebook: Note to self – in writing.
3. I can understand why my youtube video of the Hokie Wave Cheer at the Dave Matthews and John Meyer concert at VA Tech has gotten nearly 2,000 hits. What I don’t understand is why THIS video has gotten almost as many.
4. I wasn’t kidding about getting drunk on the aroma of apple blossoms while visiting an orchard on the Parkway HERE. The next day I even had a hangover from breathing all that pollen.
5. I was sipping tea on the front porch today when a cloud of pollen that looked like smoke passed by. It caused me to question for a second whether I was crazy enough to have lit the wood stove and forgot. I didn’t think so because it was nearly 80 degrees.
6. Mara says we need to bring some mud to our next spoken word night. Her idea was prompted by reading Tom Ryan’s latest issue of The Floyd Enquirer, in which he reported this: A full contact mud wrestling poetry slam has been scheduled for the title “High Priestess of Poetry”. The crowd favorite seems to be Mara “Drama-O-Rama” Robbins but the smart money is split between Colleen “Soul Crusher” Redman & Katherine “TeaTime” Chantal.
7. And about Floyd Fest, there was this Tomfoolery by Tom: It was nice to see that Kris & Erika were able to negotiate a “non-presence” of the Federal Interdiction Anti-Fun Force at this year’s festival (Floyd Fest). I was a little taken aback, however, to learn of the myriad compromises they made in reaching that accord. Changing the festival theme from “A Family Affair” to “A Family Values Affair” was bad enough but allowing Pat Robertson to M.C. and letting Dick Cheney sit in with Donna The Buffalo to perform “Ubber Deutschland” are bound to have a chilling effect on the festivals ambiance. I guess I can learn to live with these concessions but I was aghast at The National Rifle Association becoming the primary sponsor & forcing all staff to wear “Don’t Inhale” T-shirts. You can read the full online tell-all HERE.
8. A real 9/ll Call: "We made brownies and I think we’re dead.” More of this hilarity is HERE.
9. Michael Moore on Larry King talking about Obama’s relationship with Reverend Wright: Jeez, you know, I mean I go to Mass still. I'm a practicing Catholic. I've been that way all my life. But if I had -- if I had gotten up every time I heard a priest from the pulpit in my travels around the country say things like I've heard them say, that birth control is a sin, that women should not be priests, that women should have a different role in church ... I would have been walking out so much -- that would have been so much aerobic activity for me ... I wouldn't look like this.
10. In the nearly three years I’ve been doing Thirteen Thursday, I actually forgot it was Thursday once and posted on Friday. My excuse: “I thought yesterday was Wednesday, which would make today Thursday, but of course it’s really Friday. Everybody says so."
11. Have you seen the human clock? It runs continuously and changes ever moment with photo scenes people have sent in from around the world telling the time.
12. Also from my Thirteen Thursday on Friday: "I’ve always been fascinated by the group mind that humans share, which causes us to agree about certain things like what day of the week it is, or to stay in our own lane on the right side of the road while driving down a highway. What would happen if we completely dropped out and forgot these collective agreements?"
13. In August 2006 I wrote this: “I think of blogging as rapid fire target practice. Doing it daily, I can't help but improve my writer's aim, but sometimes my arm gets tired!” Hey, I guess that means I should have carpal tunnel by now.
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Irish Night at Oddfellastag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10232008-05-07T13:21:16Z2008-05-07T14:03:19Z 1. A front row seat at the First Friday Irish Night Jam at Oddfellas Cantina. 2. Lucy Goldman Singing Dougie Mclean’s “Ready for the Storm.” Tina Liza Jones (on the left) was strumming an unusual guitar; I think it...Colleen
1. A front row seat at the First Friday Irish Night Jam at Oddfellas Cantina.
2. Lucy Goldman Singing Dougie Mclean’s “Ready for the Storm.” Tina Liza Jones (on the left) was strumming an unusual guitar; I think it was THIS.
3. Several played fiddle and one played a harp. I wish someone in the group played THIS, an instrument that when played well can bring tears to my eyes.
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Once Upon a Timetag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10222008-05-06T12:46:57Z2008-05-07T15:36:39ZMy introduction into the world of archetypes came when I was a girl by way of fairytales and nursery rhymes. To this day Rumplestilskin and the Snow Queen repeatedly show up in my poetry. When I first saw the kiln...Colleen
My introduction into the world of archetypes came when I was a girl by way of fairytales and nursery rhymes. To this day Rumplestilskin and the Snow Queen repeatedly show up in my poetry. When I first saw the kiln at the university where my potter son was a student, memories were stirred of Hansel and Gretel pushing the witch that had imprisoned them into the oven. When I’m in the garden, I watch rabbits and wonder which one is Peter. Because of the story of Cinderella, a pumpkin will always be magical to me.
In all native cultures there are stories and creation myths to illustrate truths that can’t easily be grasped directly. Jesus used parables to teach. Professor of Mythology, Joseph Campbell said, “A myth is a lie that tells the truth.”
Growing up in a working class family, the literature available to me was How Now Brown Cow and the stories of Hans Christian Anderson. All summer long I tested the meter of language with jump rope and bouncing ball songs. My mostly Irish father spouted nursery rhymes, both traditional and made up. Ours was an oral tradition of reading, reciting, and singing out loud.
As a girl I always held out hope that I would hear the nightingale’s song in the woods. I guarded myself against adults who could have been the Snow Queen in disguise. Whenever I went out walking, I had the urge to drop bread crumbs to mark the way. Rhymes like Hey Diddle Diddle the cat and the Fiddle fostered an early love of sound and world play.
Fairytales and nursery rhymes also gave me access into an inner life. They provided a context of meaning for the unexplained mysteries. Themes played out in fairytales – fate, survival, temptation, loss, courage, fear, and perseverance – are all the ingredients that make for good storytelling. Stories mirror life and give insight into the underpinnings of it.
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Specialty Gardens: Making Dreams Come Truetag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10212008-05-05T12:33:46Z2008-05-05T19:27:41Z The following appeared in the All About Her regional newspaper insert on May 1, 2008. Appreciating nature in our own backyard can be a first step to being a good steward of the earth. Pam Cadmus, owner of Specialty...ColleenThe following appeared in the All About Her regional newspaper insert on May 1, 2008.
Appreciating nature in our own backyard can be a first step to being a good steward of the earth. Pam Cadmus, owner of Specialty Garden Design, wants more people to enjoy their home surroundings. “We don’t love our habitat enough,” she said.
Sitting on a white wooden bench in the front yard of her Floyd County home, daffodils and hellebores were in bloom as she explained the evolution of her landscaping business.
Raised in New York, Pam moved from California to Floyd in 1978. “I wanted to be part of a community and to take care of myself in a real way,” she said. Soon she was growing vegetables and chopping wood.
In 1979 Pam became the branch librarian of the Floyd library when it was housed in the basement of the Floyd County courthouse. Her job as librarian continued after the move to the new Jessie Peterman Memorial Library building. She also served as librarian in Blacksburg for four years, and is currently on the board of the Floyd County Library Building Fund, which recently oversaw a building expansion.
Pam liked being a librarian, but often found herself looking out the window, dreaming of starting an herb garden or something similar that would allow her to work outside.
In 1997 she created the “Specialty Garden Design” business logo and set about to manifest her dream, one garden at a time. “When I hit fifty, it was do or die,” she said. Initially, she had a partner but became sole owner a couple of years into the business.
It’s easy to see that Pam has a special affection for dwarf conifers, which feature prominently in her home gardens. “They give color, texture, and form all year round,” she said, pointing them out and spouting off the names and varieties like a horticultural whiz. She’s also fond of ornamental grasses and frequently includes them in designs to compliment perennials, flowering trees, and shrubs.
Specialty Garden Design, now in its 11th year, has grown mostly by word of mouth. Although most of Pam’s work is residential, she has designed for local restaurants and an arts and crafts center. She has clients from all over the region, including Blacksburg’s Virginia Tech professor and renowned poet, Nikki Giovanni.
“We work together finding ways to create natural habitats for birds. Nikki loves birds,” Pam said.
According to Pam’s website, specialtygardendesign.com, she works closely with the experienced gardener, the novice, and everyone in between. Her work includes designs for small and large properties, ponds, patios, walls, and walkways. She has created formal entrances, English borders, and native landscapes.
In 2002, when Floyd’s Harvest Moon Food Store moved to a new and expanded location, Pam designed and installed showcase gardens on the grounds, working alongside the small crew she employs. A member of the Virginia Society of Landscape Gardens, she was the recipient of the 2005 Town of Blacksburg Award for Design/Landscaping.
The fifteen acre property Pam and her husband have owned since 1982 has about two acres of gardens, including a vegetable plot. She uses slow releasing organic fertilizers and stresses the importance of watering when plants are getting established. When asked about pesticides, she said, “There’s no substitute for getting on your hands and knees and weeding, pulling up weeds at the roots.” She recommends using mulch to control weeds and hold in moisture and has confirmed that a half buried cat food can filled with beer will keep the slug population down. “Slugs like Bud Light and Coors Light, so you can go cheap,” she joked.
Now that she’s 60, Pam is thinking about the next phase of her business plan. She wants to do more design and less installation and hopes to start a nursery of dwarf conifers and ornamental grasses. But she doesn’t seem to be slowing down any time soon. Spring is one of her busiest seasons. At home, she’s moving one garden to make room for an addition to the house and has plans for a wildflower meadow.
Another upcoming project will bring Pam back to the library. Using plants that have been donated by local nurseries, she and another landscaper have volunteered to do the landscaping at the new Jessie Peterman Library addition.
By assisting homeowners to fulfill their visions of creating beautiful surroundings, Pam has made more than her own dream come true. Her talent for enhancing the inherent richness of private and public environments benefits us all, encouraging us to enjoy nature and to spend more time outside.
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Apple Blossom Timetag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10202008-05-05T03:19:42Z2008-05-05T20:05:39Z 1. Last May I hiked down into the abandoned orchard, where Joe and I pick apples in the fall, to see the trees in bloom. But because of a late freeze, there wasn’t a single a bloom on a...Colleen
1. Last May I hiked down into the abandoned orchard, where Joe and I pick apples in the fall, to see the trees in bloom. But because of a late freeze, there wasn’t a single a bloom on a single tree. Disappointed, I trudged back out of the valley knowing there wouldn’t be a single apple in the fall, and there wasn’t.
2. After seeing that the crabapple tree in our yard was in bloom, I knew it was time. We parked the truck on the Blue Ridge Parkway and hiked down to the orchard.
3. We were giddy with delight at what we found, a spectacular abundance of bloom. Where last year I felt life’s frailty, now I felt its fertility. How magical to think that every flower would be transformed into an apple -- winter food, pies, and crisp -- and that each seed from each piece of fruit could become another tree.
3. Our favorite tree at the bottom of the valley looked like a bride in gown of lacy white.
4. No charge for this affair. No planning. Nothing to buy. Free corsages for all the spring prom dresses, for the maidens and maids of honor, and the fairytale heroes and heroines.
5. We laid on our backs in the grass and watched a butterfly feasting on flower nectar. Bees buzzed, birds chirped, and with every gust of wind paper thin white petals, popped from fuchsia pink buds, drifted down on us.
6. Drinking in so much apple blossom aroma can be intoxicating. I thought about Sleeping beauty and Rip Van Winkle and remembered the time we set up camp on a beach in St. John and woke up in bed of jasmine. I drifted off, wondering if there would be an apple blossom hangover the next day.
Post note: Read The Romance of Wild Apples (the orchard in the fall) HERE. ]]>
The Story Within a Storytag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10192008-05-02T15:53:43Z2008-05-09T22:13:44Z I’d be a terrible court reporter because I like to cover stories that are inspiring, ones that show kindness, open-mindness, people contributing something positive or standing up for what's right. Whether it’s freelanced or an assignment, I like to...Colleen
I’d be a terrible court reporter because I like to cover stories that are inspiring, ones that show kindness, open-mindness, people contributing something positive or standing up for what's right. Whether it’s freelanced or an assignment, I like to find the silver lining in a story, something I can get excited enough about to want to share with others.
Since I wrote my first "Letter to the Editor" at the age of nineteen, activism has been an aspect of my writing. In the past, much of my writing dealt directly with issues I care about, but I’m learning that shining a light on these issues doesn’t have to be direct and that the opportunity to shine an indirect light can turn up in unexpected places. Sometimes activism comes in the form of reporting other people’s activism.
The condemnation of mountain top removal recently showed up in a story about a poetry reading at the Floyd Country Store when poet Jim Webb read an emotional poem denouncing it. When he said, “until they stop mountain removal, I’m going to read this poem at every reading,” I felt inspired and wrote down his words for a blog entry that would later become a Floyd Press newspaper story.
I’ve written well over a dozen commentaries about the Iraq War that have been published at Commondreams.org, The New River Free Press, and the Roanoke Times. I've pointed out in various ways that Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11, that the Bush Administration misled us into the war, that preemptive invasion is illegal, and that the outcome has been predictable and disastrous. Darker and more tiring than I imagine court reporting to be, after a while I felt at a loss for what to say about Iraq.
I knew the Poetry Symposium at Virginia Military Institute last month would be fertile ground for my writing, especially knowing that Vietnam Vet Bruce Weigl reading his poetry at the military academy would likely be an eye opening line-up. I went to the event to blog about my poet friend Mara – a reoccurring character on my blog who was presenting poetry and a paper – but when Weigl stopped in the middle of his reading to say about Iraq, “I Hate this War,” I was glad I was there to record it.
This spring, I was asked to write a story about landscape designer Pam Cadmus for the April issue of All About Her, a regional newspaper insert. Early on in our interview, when Pam (who uses natural fertilizers and no pesticides) said, ‘We don’t love our habitat enough,’ I knew it was a privilege to be writing about her. When the first line of the story came to me, ‘Appreciating nature in our own backyard can be a first step to being a good steward of the earth,’ it felt like my small way of promoting and celebrating Earth Day.
Sometimes the inspiring thread of a story isn’t that obvious. Last year I did a story on a Mary Kay beauty consultant for All About Her. For me, the important part of the story wasn’t about beauty and make-up; it was about a self-employed young mother making her own hours so she could be at home with her two young children. The story led me to research some of the unhealthy ingredients used in the make-up industry, not part of the story I was writing but something I hope to write about in the future.
One of my favorite stories was the one about placed-based education and a prototype class my husband helped to start in which students collect and record stories of their elders, in this case WWII vets. It was a thrill to see the students engaged in such a constructive and self-empowering activity, and doubly so to have had the pleasure to meet the vets, most of them humble and fun-loving men who didn’t want to go to war but made the best of it when they did.
Many years ago, I penned a monthly column on home schooling for the Museletter, our local alternative community newsletter. More recently I wrote one about a creative young teenager who has released two CDs of electronica music and who happens to be home schooled.
In the same newsletter, I sometimes wrote about women’s issues, ritual, and rites of passage. Last year I wrote a story for the newspaper about a Wise Woman Priestess who marries couples, and more recently one about another wise woman who midwives "end of life." Even the story I did about knitting, I viewed as one about wise women. The story depicted local women of all ages helping each other and sharing a valuable hands-on life skill.
More and more ideas and lifestyles that were once thought of as fringe are finding their way into the mainstream. I’m glad to be in a position to write about them, and to hopefully tell the good stories of some everyday good people.
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13 Thursday: The Curve Balltag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10182008-05-02T03:46:36Z2008-05-01T18:08:32Z 1. New motto for my overbooked husband: "No" is a complete sentence. 2. Handwritten on the inside cover of my book of Mary Oliver’s poems: The poet’s answer to Georgia O’Keefe’s paintings. 3. Seen on a Get Well Greeting...Colleen
1. New motto for my overbooked husband: "No" is a complete sentence.
2. Handwritten on the inside cover of my book of Mary Oliver’s poems: The poet’s answer to Georgia O’Keefe’s paintings.
3. Seen on a Get Well Greeting Card at the Pharmacy: “Don’t worry – Stressed is just Desserts spelled backwards.”
4. Flamingos remind me of long legged ballerinas in pink tutus.
5. I have never played pool but I play in the pool. I like the 8 beach ball the best.
6. It was so cold the other day that I had to start a fire in the wood stove. While crumpling newspaper, I noticed a Washington Post photo of the Pope’s red shoes. The caption beneath it said, “There’s no place like Rome: Pope Benedict XVI arriving at Andrews Air Force Base with his ruby red slippers, rumored to be Prada.”
7. I was so jealous.
8. Best quote about the Pope’s red shoes came from a woman in Central Park: “He’s got big shoes to fill and the red shoes are just the ticket to do that.” There’s also a song about them HERE.
9. Funny how the pope’s hat is almost like a wizard’s and a wizard’s hat is the same as a dunce’s.
10. A witch’s hat and church steeple also have a point in common.
11. HERE’S my blog friend Rick Mullen reading his poem, “The Chelsea,” from his newly published chapbook “Aquinas Flinched.”
12. My shoes aren’t red but my last name is.
13. My favorite burgundy silk pajamas were recently spotted HERE.
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You Light Up My Lifetag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10172008-04-30T13:31:57Z2008-04-30T13:36:21Z 1. Illumination 2. Social Graces 3. Bold Faces...Colleen
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Endingstag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10162008-04-29T13:36:03Z2008-04-29T16:07:32Z“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.” ~ Richard Bach I have no problem starting poems or stories (like I have no problem filling up closets). It’s ending them that’s hard. Endings should...Colleen
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.” ~ Richard Bach
I have no problem starting poems or stories (like I have no problem filling up closets). It’s ending them that’s hard. Endings should look like they’ve always been there, as though there were no possible other conclusion. But readers might be surprised by how many endings a writer might try, or by how hard a good ending is to come by.
Sometimes a whole movie is ruined, if you don’t like the way it ends. Movie producers know this, which is why they sometimes film more than one ending and test audiences to see which one works best.
I’ve noticed that songs are even harder to end than written pieces. There aren’t a lot of options for ending songs. They either fade away into silence or build up to a crescendo and then abruptly stop.
I’m not surprised that endings are the hardest part of writing, because they’re also the hardest part of life. Birth is expected and exciting. Death is dreaded and often painful.
The problem with an ending is that you don’t know what it is until you get there. You hope you’ll know it when you see it. Some endings do come without effort, and you just take down what is happening. But others you have to find. Sometimes a false ending presents itself. You think the story is over, but it’s not. And then there are the series of small endings, conclusions to each paragraph that you have to figure out.
They say that every ending is also a new beginning. I like to think that’s true, because it makes endings feel less final. Is there ever a truly final ending, one that can’t begin again? That’s like asking if there’s an end to the universe. And if there is an end, what exists beyond it?
I’m getting ready to end this now. But that shouldn’t be a problem. You, as the reader, can turn the page or decide for yourself what comes next. As for me, I’m ready to start my next writing project. I only have to decide this: Should I sit in the moonlight for new inspiration, or should I go back to cleaning out my closets?
~ Taken from Muses Like Moonlight: A Closet Poet Comes Out, my 2004 poetry collection and short essays on writing.
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Recently Scenetag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10152008-04-28T13:53:26Z2008-04-28T23:34:59Z 1. A friend of a friend, named Pet Pet Ping Pong. 2. Breakfast at Alwyn’s, where I recently spent the night. 3. Someone saved a seat with their flat footing dance shoes for the Friday Night Jamboree. 4. Chalk...Colleen
1. A friend of a friend, named Pet Pet Ping Pong.
2. Breakfast at Alwyn’s, where I recently spent the night.
3. Someone saved a seat with their flat footing dance shoes for the Friday Night Jamboree.
4. Chalk on the sidewalk in front of the Blackwater Loft.
5. Is that a six word memoir Chelsea is writing on Mara’s cargo shorts, under the skirt that she wore to the Country Store poetry reading?
Post notes: Read my cargo pants interview with Mara HERE.
Poets at the Floyd Country Store is below or HERE.
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Poets at the Floyd Country Storetag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10142008-04-27T14:22:55Z2008-05-02T04:19:57Z This story was published in The Floyd Press on May 1, 2008. It was also featured on the newspaper's website HERE. This is getting to be a real good smelling poetry reading,” said visiting poet Jim Webb in reference...ColleenThis story was published in The Floyd Press on May 1, 2008. It was also featured on the newspaper's website HERE.
This is getting to be a real good smelling poetry reading,” said visiting poet Jim Webb in reference to the scent of popcorn coming from the front of the Floyd Country Store.
Webb and seven other members of The Southern Appalachian Writers Cooperative (SAWC) were at the Country Store Friday afternoon for a round-robin poetry swap with members of the Floyd Writers Circle. The evening before, the visiting writers attended an event at Radford University (RU), celebrating the publication of All There is to Keep, a book of poetry by Rita Riddle, an RU English professor and SAWC member who died of cancer in 2006.
Webb works for Appalshop, a media arts center in Kentucky that produces documentaries, some of which have aired nationally on PBS. He was recording the Floyd readings for Kentucky’s WMMT FM, a mountain community, listener-supported station affiliated with Appalshop.
Floyd Press columnist Fred First, both a member of SAWC and the Floyd Writer’s Circle, hosted the Floyd event. Robert Cumming, Iris Press book publisher from Tennessee, was also present.
Readings of mostly poetry spanned subjects ranging from love and death to farming and tea drinking.
First read an essay from his book, Slow Road Home, about his childhood dread of asparagus. … My parents claimed this was a vegetable. To my mind, this vile substance was never anything more than a green poison created by children-loathing adults on the other side of the Iron Curtain ...”
Dana Wildsmith, whose most recent book, One Good Hand, is a reference to her life of alternating farm chores with writing poetry, read a poem called “Southern Love Poem.” … You’re slicker than Talladega, as classic as Gone with the Wind, more hometown than Patty Loveless or REM, sweeter than Iris Dement. How could my heart not be yours? … Wildsmith, a teacher of writing and an ESL instructor from Georgia, authored a poem titled "Making a Living,” which was read on NPR by Garrison Keillor.
Webb, wearing a bright pistachio green shirt with one of his poems printed on it, read an impassioned poem decrying mountaintop removal. He lives on the second highest mountain peak in Kentucky, second in height only to another peak that he can see from his home, which is being strip-mined, he explained. … As close to heaven as you can get … Why doesn’t God complain … Call the cops … he read. Webb told the group, “until they stop mountain removal, I’m going to read this poem at every reading.”
Radford University teacher and former Floyd Countian Jim Minick edited the posthumously published book of Riddle's poetry and hosted the Thursday night book release event at RU. At the Floyd reading, Minick read some of his new poetry that will be included in a soon to be published collection. He spoke of the readings the night before and the impact of hearing SAWC members read Riddle’s poems. Members of SAWC and Iris Press were involved in the publication of All There is to Keep, and many were friends of Riddle.
Chelsea B. Adams, Floyd poet and writing teacher at RU, joined the circle, reading poems that Riddle had commented on when she and Riddle were in the same writers workshop group. Adams is author of Looking for a Landing, and Java Poems.
Other SWAC members attending were Ron Houchin, who has had three poetry books published in the U.S. and Ireland; Felicia Mitchell, a poet and writer who teaches at Emory & Henry College; David Hampton, who teaches high school English in North Carolina; and Beto Cumming, a book designer and editor for Iris Press.
Five members of the Floyd Writer’s Circle who shared their original work included First, Katherine Chantal, Jayn Avery, Mara Robbins, and Colleen Redman.
After the readings, the group mulled around a table display of their books, signing, selling, and trading them with each other. Writing resources and stories also got swapped. The visiting writers had dinner at Oddfellas Cantina and attended the Friday Night Jamboree.
Post Notes: To learn more about the Southern Appalachian Writers Cooperative, go to sawc.us. The mission statement on their website states an intention to foster community between Appalachian writers and encourage the publication of their works.
Photos: 1. Beto Cumming reading poetry at the SAWC/Floyd Writers Circle meet-up. 2. Dana Wildsmith reading as (left) Felicia Mitchell and (right) Robert Cumming listen. 3. Jim Webb reads a poem condemning the practice of mountain top removal. Doug Thompson has posted some nice photos HERE.
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Moon Peacetag:www.looseleafnotes.com,2008:/notes//1.10132008-04-25T13:28:04Z2008-04-25T13:40:15Z The moon is a mutiny a one bubble revolution escape from the sky-sea of sudsy clouds It floats across the heavens like a flower child pagan in peaceful demonstration against the status quo Post notes: The photo was taken...Colleen
The moon is a mutiny
a one bubble revolution
escape from the sky-sea
of sudsy clouds
It floats across the heavens
like a flower child pagan
in peaceful demonstration
against the status
quo
Post notes: The photo was taken a few nights ago. The poem is one of many in a moon series written over ten years ago ]]>
My son Dylan, his wife Alexis, and her daughter Kaylee treated me to lunch for Mother’s Day. After lunch, we had tea and coffee at the Blackwater Loft (pictured above), followed by a selection of chocolates from Nancy’s Candy in the Village Green. The baby boy (my first grandchild) is due any day.
Post notes: In other news, my friend Elisha’s Blessingway was cancelled today because she went into labor. Joe and I watched “August Rush” last night, which turned out to be a tearjerker about a reunion of a mother and son. I'm supposed to be headed over to Full Circle Farm to take photos of their Mother's Day Open House Plant Sale, but it's raining.
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Wyman visits her one day a week to clean, organize, assist with personal care and grooming, and whatever else Bowman needs.
“She takes me to the doctor and the grocery store,” Bowman said. When asked if Wyman helps with cooking, Bowman explained that since her mother died four years ago she’s been heating up frozen dinners in the microwave for herself; although she did remember a delicious bean salad that Wyman prepared from a recipe Bowman provided.
“Cleaning and cooking equal care. Whatever makes someone feel better is care,” Wyman said, recalling a day she spent washing one client’s entire knick knack collection. “Sometimes people feel better when their homes are clean and their lives are organized,” she added.
Since the inception of New Day, Wyman has worked with approximately twenty clients. Some have been referred to her by other agencies, but most come by word of mouth. Although she provides services considered typical in her field, sometimes her work involves the unusual and requires some on the spot problem solving.
On one such occasion, she was flown to NY to transport a local family’s elderly aunt, who had broken an ankle and was in rehab, back to Floyd. Upon arriving in New York and after locating the woman’s apartment, Wyman packed a month’s worth of whatever she thought the woman might need. She then negotiated the transport, first with rehab staff, and then with overzealous airport security, all the while reassuring the woman – who didn’t know Wyman – that everything was okay. Her short term memory was failing but “she had a great sense of humor,” Wyman remembered.
Support for care givers is an important component of Wyman’s work. In 2004, after being approached by Our Lady of the Valley, an assisted Living and Nursing Care facility in Roanoke, Wyman presented an “Intuitive Emotional Clearing” workshop for care givers that involved guiding them through the use of creative outlets, such as music, art, and movement. Wyman has also facilitated the formation of a “Share the Care” circle in Floyd, based on the book of the same name. She says when she first saw the book, which outlines a step-by-step model for organizing group care for someone ill, she knew it was “the wave of the future.”
Another aspect of the educational side of Wyman’s work played out when she participated in a day long event called “Successful Elder Care,” hosted by the Social Justice Committee of the Lutheran Churches of Floyd. She had planned to share a presentation about home assessment for people with limitations, something she and her husband do together, but ended up talking about Alzheimer care when another workshop leader who was scheduled to do that was unable to attend. Wyman remembers a fellow-presenter at the event who cited a Virginia Tech study on the growing needs of the aging population. “It was sobering,” she remarked.
Following her involvement in the Zion Lutheran Church day of resource sharing, Wyman embarked on a new venture, “End of Life Development,” with the intention of building on the educational outreach aspect of her work. Immediate plans include the formation of an advisory board made up of various professionals, social workers, doctors, clergy, and nurses – to determine what the greatest needs are for the aging population, she says. She also envisions workshops on how to manage progressive care, advance medical directives, and to set up proxy care for decision making. “Plans should be made before we are in crisis,” she said.
Last month Wyman received non-profit status as a subsidy of the Community Educational Resource Cooperative (CERC) for “End of Life Development,” along with a small seed grant. This support will be instrumental in assisting her educational initiatives in the community. It will also be helpful in allowing her do what she does best: easing the discomfort and grief of others and making it more viable for individuals at the end of life to remain home with their loved ones. “I consider every day spent at home a success. And sometimes you have to count these successes in days,” Wyman says.
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2. Dogwood, azalea, and baby irises come in one after the other, and for a week or two they co-exist together like the colorful layered fruit of an English trifle.
3. I especially love this winning combination because all the players are wild. A purple carpet of naturalized irises circles the white blossomed dogwood tree, while wild azaleas spin around it like a pink skirt. I’ve take dozens of pictures at different times of day and in different weather but none of them do the scene justice. It’s a like a poem that needs to be heard out loud, a living beauty that needs to be seen face to face to be fully enjoyed.
Post note: Happy Birthday to my brother Johnny. ]]>
2. Lucy Goldman Singing Dougie Mclean’s “Ready for the Storm.” Tina Liza Jones (on the left) was strumming an unusual guitar; I think it was THIS.
3. Several played fiddle and one played a harp. I wish someone in the group played THIS, an instrument that when played well can bring tears to my eyes.
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It’s easy to see that Pam has a special affection for dwarf conifers, which feature prominently in her home gardens. “They give color, texture, and form all year round,” she said, pointing them out and spouting off the names and varieties like a horticultural whiz. She’s also fond of ornamental grasses and frequently includes them in designs to compliment perennials, flowering trees, and shrubs.
Specialty Garden Design, now in its 11th year, has grown mostly by word of mouth. Although most of Pam’s work is residential, she has designed for local restaurants and an arts and crafts center. She has clients from all over the region, including Blacksburg’s Virginia Tech professor and renowned poet, Nikki Giovanni.
“We work together finding ways to create natural habitats for birds. Nikki loves birds,” Pam said.
According to Pam’s website, specialtygardendesign.com, she works closely with the experienced gardener, the novice, and everyone in between. Her work includes designs for small and large properties, ponds, patios, walls, and walkways. She has created formal entrances, English borders, and native landscapes.
In 2002, when Floyd’s Harvest Moon Food Store moved to a new and expanded location, Pam designed and installed showcase gardens on the grounds, working alongside the small crew she employs. A member of the Virginia Society of Landscape Gardens, she was the recipient of the 2005 Town of Blacksburg Award for Design/Landscaping.
The fifteen acre property Pam and her husband have owned since 1982 has about two acres of gardens, including a vegetable plot. She uses slow releasing organic fertilizers and stresses the importance of watering when plants are getting established. 
When asked about pesticides, she said, “There’s no substitute for getting on your hands and knees and weeding, pulling up weeds at the roots.” She recommends using mulch to control weeds and hold in moisture and has confirmed that a half buried cat food can filled with beer will keep the slug population down. “Slugs like Bud Light and Coors Light, so you can go cheap,” she joked.
Now that she’s 60, Pam is thinking about the next phase of her business plan. She wants to do more design and less installation and hopes to start a nursery of dwarf conifers and ornamental grasses. But she doesn’t seem to be slowing down any time soon. Spring is one of her busiest seasons. At home, she’s moving one garden to make room for an addition to the house and has plans for a wildflower meadow.
Another upcoming project will bring Pam back to the library. Using plants that have been donated by local nurseries, she and another landscaper have volunteered to do the landscaping at the new Jessie Peterman Library addition.
By assisting homeowners to fulfill their visions of creating beautiful surroundings, Pam has made more than her own dream come true. Her talent for enhancing the inherent richness of private and public environments benefits us all, encouraging us to enjoy nature and to spend more time outside.
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2. After seeing that the crabapple tree in our yard was in bloom, I knew it was time. We parked the truck on the Blue Ridge Parkway and hiked down to the orchard.
3. We were giddy with delight at what we found, a spectacular abundance of bloom. Where last year I felt life’s frailty, now I felt its fertility. How magical to think that every flower would be transformed into an apple -- winter food, pies, and crisp -- and that each seed from each piece of fruit could become another tree.
3. Our favorite tree at the bottom of the valley looked like a bride in gown of lacy white.
4. No charge for this affair. No planning. Nothing to buy. Free corsages for all the spring prom dresses, for the maidens and maids of honor, and the fairytale heroes and heroines.
5. We laid on our backs in the grass and watched a butterfly feasting on flower nectar. Bees buzzed, birds chirped, and with every gust of wind paper thin white petals, popped from fuchsia pink buds, drifted down on us.
6. Drinking in so much apple blossom aroma can be intoxicating. I thought about Sleeping beauty and Rip Van Winkle and remembered the time we set up camp on a beach in St. John and woke up in bed of jasmine. I drifted off, wondering if there would be an apple blossom hangover the next day.
Post note: Read The Romance of Wild Apples (the orchard in the fall) HERE. ]]>
There’s also a song about them HERE.
9. Funny how the pope’s hat is almost like a wizard’s and a wizard’s hat is the same as a dunce’s.
10. A witch’s hat and church steeple also have a point in common.
11. HERE’S my blog friend Rick Mullen reading his poem, “The Chelsea,” from his newly published chapbook “Aquinas Flinched.”
12. My shoes aren’t red but my last name is.
13. My favorite burgundy silk pajamas were recently spotted HERE.
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2. Breakfast at Alwyn’s, where I recently spent the night.
3. Someone saved a seat with their flat footing dance shoes for the Friday Night Jamboree.
4. Chalk on the sidewalk in front of the Blackwater Loft.
5. Is that a six word memoir Chelsea is writing on Mara’s cargo shorts, under the skirt that she wore to the Country Store poetry reading?
Post notes: Read my cargo pants interview with Mara HERE.
Poets at the Floyd Country Store is below or HERE.
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Floyd Press columnist Fred First, both a member of SAWC and the Floyd Writer’s Circle, hosted the Floyd event. Robert Cumming, Iris Press book publisher from Tennessee, was also present.
Readings of mostly poetry spanned subjects ranging from love and death to farming and tea drinking.
First read an essay from his book, Slow Road Home, about his childhood dread of asparagus. … My parents claimed this was a vegetable. To my mind, this vile substance was never anything more than a green poison created by children-loathing adults on the other side of the Iron Curtain ...”
Dana Wildsmith, whose most recent book, One Good Hand, is a reference to her life of alternating farm chores with writing poetry, read a poem called “Southern Love Poem.” … You’re slicker than Talladega, as classic as Gone with the Wind, more hometown than Patty Loveless or REM, sweeter than Iris Dement. How could my heart not be yours? … Wildsmith, a teacher of writing and an ESL instructor from Georgia, authored a poem titled "Making a Living,” which was read on NPR by Garrison Keillor.
Webb, wearing a bright pistachio green shirt with one of his poems printed on it, read an impassioned poem decrying mountaintop removal. 
He lives on the second highest mountain peak in Kentucky, second in height only to another peak that he can see from his home, which is being strip-mined, he explained. … As close to heaven as you can get … Why doesn’t God complain … Call the cops … he read. Webb told the group, “until they stop mountain removal, I’m going to read this poem at every reading.”
Radford University teacher and former Floyd Countian Jim Minick edited the posthumously published book of Riddle's poetry and hosted the Thursday night book release event at RU. At the Floyd reading, Minick read some of his new poetry that will be included in a soon to be published collection. He spoke of the readings the night before and the impact of hearing SAWC members read Riddle’s poems. Members of SAWC and Iris Press were involved in the publication of All There is to Keep, and many were friends of Riddle.
Chelsea B. Adams, Floyd poet and writing teacher at RU, joined the circle, reading poems that Riddle had commented on when she and Riddle were in the same writers workshop group. Adams is author of Looking for a Landing, and Java Poems. 
Other SWAC members attending were Ron Houchin, who has had three poetry books published in the U.S. and Ireland; Felicia Mitchell, a poet and writer who teaches at Emory & Henry College; David Hampton, who teaches high school English in North Carolina; and Beto Cumming, a book designer and editor for Iris Press.
Five members of the Floyd Writer’s Circle who shared their original work included First, Katherine Chantal, Jayn Avery, Mara Robbins, and Colleen Redman.
After the readings, the group mulled around a table display of their books, signing, selling, and trading them with each other. Writing resources and stories also got swapped. The visiting writers had dinner at Oddfellas Cantina and attended the Friday Night Jamboree.
Post Notes: To learn more about the Southern Appalachian Writers Cooperative, go to sawc.us. The mission statement on their website states an intention to foster community between Appalachian writers and encourage the publication of their works.
Photos: 1. Beto Cumming reading poetry at the SAWC/Floyd Writers Circle meet-up. 2. Dana Wildsmith reading as (left) Felicia Mitchell and (right) Robert Cumming listen. 3. Jim Webb reads a poem condemning the practice of mountain top removal. Doug Thompson has posted some nice photos HERE.
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