fait accompli \fay-tah-kom-PLEE; fet-ah-\, noun;plural faits accomplis \same or -PLEEZ\: An accomplished and presumably irreversible deed or fact.
Fait accompli comes from the French, literally meaning "accomplished fact": fait, from Latin factum, "a thing done," from factus, past participle of facere, "to make or do" + accompli, past participle of accomplir, from Latin ad- + complere, "to fill up, to complete," from com- + plere, "to fill."
Are there any really?
Namaste
Dawn creeps in
crystal clear
intrepid
yet
calm
endings
become
beginnings
savor this juncture
for the road ahead
is long
and arduous
but in this moment
all things
are possible
'97 Judy Anne
Care to hear an amusing story to “divert” your attention for a moment.
Bronte declared yesterday emphatically she wanted a pet. A goldfish and a cat she tells me and her dad.
She is wanting a pet and tells us she is ready for the “possibility” and can handle it…what she means is she feels ready for the "responsibility" and as you know so well after a single visit she is adorable as she stares you straight on and tells you what she wants in the now. I would not crush this spirit for anything. Turns out that the source of this intention is that certain classmates are going on about their pets and of course Bronte wants now for her self a cat like Sophie, a goldfish like Grace or a hamster like Piper!
We explained to her that dogs chew shoes. Cats often scratch furniture, the bigger the animal the smellier it can be and that you can’t cuddle goldfish, only watch and feed them. We suggest that she compare what it would take to set up housekeeping for a goldfish vs a cat vs a hamster and she and her dad take off to Petco to do the research…but not to purchase.
I get a frantic call that her beloved “Bubblegum” a pink and white striped stuffed cat she took with her to the store has been lost and they are searching all the nooks and crannies of Petco where she might have set Bubblegum down for a moment. So down I come to help search (for the Petco is very near the place we all live) and add my eyes and intution to the search. Dad doubles back to the satellite library in the little community mall near our apartment that she loves. Sure enough the kitty is found among the children’s books where she left him. And dad failed to notice she left with less than she came in with. Not the first time he has overlooked her personal belongings dragged along and left behind. Won’t be the last I suspect. No matter.
She is now so happy to have Bubblegum back naturally her attentions next turn to the aquarium with three hamsters that are a family given to Petco for adoption….Harry and sons…
Harry is a furry striped and rather attractive hamster. His sons sre simply small and golden and cute as all small things are. And to the average viewer impossible to tell apart.
She begins telling us she’d like to take Harry home and we listen attentively preparing no response. No need for we had set this trip to Petco up to be a research only…she will one day be a great negotiator, mediator, diplomat if she so chooses. Turns out we can adopt them at no cost except to set up their living quarters. If you could see her big blue eyes…and you have.
So $57.03 later we are leaving with the clear glass aquarium with aerated top cover, pink and blue bedding, running wheel, chew toys, food, a plastic and hollow strawberry for them to nest in and a rolly ball so that they can run about the living room for a change of pace. A real bargain actually considering…
It was
Harry and Ying like to run north (based on how the wheel faces the wall. Yang like to run in the opposite direction. It’s a riot to watch one flip out the other as they attempt with incredible determination to get into the wheel and commence to run in the direction they would like…kept us occupied for over 30 minutes. We call it the Hamster Channel.
We are investing in a second smaller wheel for the boys.
And at
Wherever you are remember that life is about these moments more than anything. Simple and ecstatic bliss as children is easy to come by. We need never lose this ability.
And when you need to regroup after a stressful moment visualize if you can this.
One very furry hamster with a raccoon like face and two golden twins that want to run in opposite directions and content to repeat till they can only do one thing, burrow into a bit blue and pink bedding and sleep. A short nap and a meal of nuts and seeds later the exploration begins again. Best thing I did for ME of late was say yes to my little one’s request for a pet! For I just gave myself access to my little girl as well.
This message brought to you by the Hamster Channel!
For the sake of truth
I paused to reconsider
What I wrote, still true
This weekend Bronte and I headed toward the magnificent UW Arboretum for a bit of drawing and coloring, gardens in bloom with dogwood and more. We had every intention of watching an artist friend of ours work on a pastel painting and joining in the ritual of rendering nature prior to our picnic.
Alas, it was overcast and we showed up to meet “the artist” anyway and together devised an alternate plan. A walk, yes, a walk, we determined before our picnic, just the thing to do with our time. But we had to acknowledge a grey sky that looked ominous and dared it to rain on us! And then we headed to walk the Wintergarden.
And it was at this point that Bronte said the most marvelous thing.
She looked up and noted it was not raining. She had also insisted on taking the Red and White Hello Kitty umbrella and said ever so logically, “It’s not raining, so I will put up the umbrella.”
It made perfect sense to Bruce and I in the moment. And so she did. And it began to gently rain a few minutes later. And in less than 30 minutes it was raining buckets and we retreated for some cover and that picnic. And drew portraits of each other on little pieces of paper. Furrowed brows and all.
And later…
It occurred to me that in times of pending rain I have two choices before the rain arrives or doesn’t. I can put the umbrella up proactively or I can invite the rain to rain on me as if I were a living thing in need of its nourishing moisture.
I hope you are all doing well on this glorious sunshiny day.
"The flutter of the moth's wing can trigger the hurricane. This is not a poetic statement. This is the fact of the matter within this kind of description of nature. In other words, very small changes create cascades into where whole states shift and are perturbed."--Terence McKenna
I offer you a paraphrase of a thought recalled by Wayne Dyer, from the book tour "talk" I attended April 23, 2004 in Seattle and I love it so...:
Contemplate yourself as surrounded by the conditons you want to produce.
Be (Compassionate for example) and you will
Do (Compassionate things for yourself and others) and you will
Have (Compassion in your life in abundance)
Fill in the example of your choice and watch how the Universe will step up to support you
Imagine yourself as you wish to Be…
Be this in your heart and mind
You’ll then do what needs to be done
And you will have it before you realize it.
Then begin again and again.
Aren’t I just so smart??? Not really, I just repeat the good stuff I hear that resonates with me.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat...
Namaste
Start a huge, foolish, project
Like Noah.
It makes absolutely no
Difference what people
Think of you.
-Rumi
leaf buds abundant as mushrooms, trapped
within velvet covered bark eggshells
yearn to break through
harbingers silently singing
of gentle light and fresh ginger root warmth that stirs
potent juices sleeping in the vines and trunks and roots
salmonberry, maple, pines, ferns and blackberry
newborns hatching
fighting for the lighting
beyond a porous opaque
womb within the cocoon
they tap tap tap till a crack
occurs
time lapse: denouement
green edges and bright white
perfumes escape as Winter Daphne blooms earlier than Daffodils
Botanical rebels and frontrunners
set the stage for the divas with tender constitutions
that dare not take the stage before the proper cue of hotter spotlight
lest they experience stagefright and freeze o'ernight
it will not do,
it was not due,
it best not dew
to frost this scene
(three days later)
Spring's approach, swiftly
Scented with crisp potential
Crocus burst today
when I was not looking
Dear Universe,
Thank you for the acknowledgement and for the record, this is truly the very first year I have "advertised" it is my birthday to any and all who'd listen. Whatever could that mean? That I am more glad than ever to be alive.
So much time to LOVE....
*************************
TO: Deborah Drake
FR: The Universe
Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu,
Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu,
Happy Birrrrthday Dear Deborah,
Happy Birrrrthday to Youuuu!
A few years back… not so long ago, heaven and earth erupted into a major celebration with the news of your impending adventure into this very time and space. You see, someone like Deborah Drake doesn’t come along all that often… in fact, there’s never been a single one like you, nor is there ever ANY possibility that another will come again. You’re an Angel among us. Someone, whose eyes see what no others will EVER see, whose ears hear what no others will EVER hear, and whose perspective and feelings will NEVER, ever be duplicated. Without YOU, the Universe, and ALL THAT IS, would be sadly less than it is.
Quite simply:
You’re the kind of person
Who’s hard to forget,
A one-in-a-million
To the people you’ve met.
Your friends are as varied
As the places you go,
And they all want to tell you
In case you don’t know:
That you make a big difference
In the lives that you touch,
By taking so little
And giving so much!
Deborah, you are so AWESOME! For your birthday, friends and angels from every corner of the Universe, including buddies you didn’t know you had, will be with you to wish you the HAPPIEST of Birthdays and an exciting new year in time and space. You won’t be alone!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Deborah!
Mike
In eight days time I pass again a landmark
feeling no older but a little wiser
realizing with my new found wisdom through living and loving
I have so much I do not know
