I'm not in Kansas anymore!

I am new to blogging, but not new to journaling. Journaling does not require titles and so I was pondering a title for this post. Sometimes we like to journal about what issues we are thinking about. (I purposely waited to begin this blog until after the election of Obama, not wanting to post politically.) Other times the universe gives us titles in the form of miraculous events. This morning is such a time. And so the title of this post should be "WIND" or "Auntie Em, Auntie Em!!"
The sunrise this morning was very Maxfield Parish. Corals and pinks with that sailor's warning chanting in my brain. Sounds not heard for months make themselves obvious to my ears. Roaring and whistling, crashing about of the ubiquitous plastic lawn chairs. I head out to the internet to ask NOAA what is going on. NOAA says nothing is going on. Light winds out of the west at 7 to 11 mph. Hmmmmmm! How about 15mph out of the east gusting to who knows, dangerous enough to make sure the dogs stay in the house. I can watch the way the wind wants to rake the leaves. Oddly, it is rather the same way I like to rake i.e tossing leaves from near and far trees into tidy eddied piles in corners to be later bagged. I can watch certain leaves up high in the air fly over my house and the next and on to unknown destinations. No birds fly about in this wind. Not true for light man-made objects such as plastic covers, dog water dishes,etc which flop about with ease. To me this morning weather is a miraculous event. Why?
Someone wrote once that a miracle is "something that only happens once". This morning with this wind and these colors shall only happen once and so I am filled with awe and also gratitude that I can see these ordinary events as wonderous.
Sometime soon I shall introduce you to my new project which is still taking form in my brain and I shall ask you for your help. I am curious as to what constitutes a miracle for you. Be thinking about it will you?

Why Do Blog Entires Need Titles?

When I woke this morning, it didnt seem morning at all. More like late evening. Instead of getting up to brush teeth and hair and throw some clothes on that artists wear during the day to work, I found an old movie on TCM and snuggled in to bed as I would at night when all days chores were done. Very odd. I tried to let morning and morning things invade my self, but the only task I could pull off was letting the dogs out. What could account for this? Dreams! Must be dreams which always leave us with an emotional base of some kind when we wake and yet rarely let us remember details.
I remember birds,large colorful birds with beaks that spoke words and who were more intelligent than most of the people I had conjured for this particular dream. Somehow the birds and I were involved in a project together, a secretive project. The exact project is one of those details I can no longer remember.
Still, two hours later, I do not feel morningish. I am of the mind these days to go with my moods. I have the luxury of doing this as well. Going off to an office to be an underling of some sort would make this difficult, but I am "retired" from that world and can allow these headspaces to play themselves out. We shall see!