Paula Bandy

Jefferson Monthly Contributor

Originally from Paris IL, Paula began volunteering at JPR in 2006 as a commentator on the Jefferson Daily while living in Klamath Falls. She now serves as a columnist for JPR's magazine, the Jefferson Monthly. As a western transplant, first in Arizona, then Utah and now happily rooted in Southern Oregon, she finds the wild nature of the west evocative of a lifestyle she dreamed of as a child. Paula is currently working on her doctorate degree in Transformative Studies and developing a lifestyle philosophy and practice that she terms, Beautiosophy, The Practice of Living Beauty. She lives with her family and mini-dachshund, Copper, in Jacksonville, OR - surrounded by the wine lands of Southern Oregon. You can often find her at local wineries, listening to favorite musicians and discussing the complexities of life which she knows can resolve over a local vintage. And yes, Paula is a pirate for beauty...

Jefferson Almanac
10:44 am
Mon July 1, 2013

Animal Love Farm

Volunteer with horse at Sanctuary One.

Angel hair ears and pompadoured pig’s tail. Brazilian crystals. Speckled hen.

Old wood. Sunning kitty. Mule Mountain. Emerald woods. Open pasture. Scarlet hen’s comb. Sweet smelling barn. Smiling dogs. Cocky crowing roosters. Belly-scratching stumps. Labyrinthine stones. Big-leafed comfrey.

Why does it feel like I’m singing “My Favorite Things”?

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Jefferson Almanac
10:44 am
Tue January 1, 2013

Shake Gently

Brandy Alexander
Credit wikipedia

  It was a dark and drizzly night when we arrived about 15 minutes fashionably late at a friend’s house for a holiday party. Greeted, and coats taken away, the sounds of lively conversation and laugher filled the living room, but seeing that all the cushy seats were taken we headed into the kitchen. A large table in a window nook was filled with goodies and hors d’oeuvres reflecting colorfully in the glass...but then I spied the kitchen counter cluttered with numerous bottles of exotic liqueurs. Grabbing a couple of nibbles I walked toward the counter.

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Jefferson Almanac
10:42 am
Sun July 1, 2012

Where Has Beauty Gone?

Several years ago, on one of my first trips by train to Portland, I noticed how shabby and garbage-ridden the backs of buildings along the train tracks were. Part of the trip from Klamath Falls north is through beautiful landscapes — huge fir forests, deep canyons and rocky cliffs — and then the closer we got to civilization and cities the more decayed and neglected the land appeared from the train. At the same time I was considering the ugliness of our disposable lives, I was also thinking how sad it is that the once revered train has been relegated to the wrong side of the tracks.

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Jefferson Almanac
10:40 am
Sun January 1, 2012

Piecing It Together

As 2011 accelerated toward closing I looked back over the year and felt ragged. Like a picket fence in need of repair and new paint — rustic and unpolished. True, there were accomplishments. I had completed the coursework for my doctorate and via an intense diet was on my way back to fighting weight. But the constancy of doubt, instability and the world’s woes loomed large. It seemed that for every good and decent thing, there was more difficulty.

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Jefferson Almanac
10:38 am
Fri July 1, 2011

An Arts Bar(d)

After a quick drive to town and a frenzied parking search a little before 8pm, I spent the next several minutes walking around to every place I could think of that had a TV I might be able to watch. The TV’s that I found were on and not all were being watched, but when I asked for a particular show, each person’s brows raised, and they shook their head. Not one was even remotely interested in accommodating my programming choice. What I had asked for was the most watched regular show on television — American Idol (AI).

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Jefferson Almanac
1:15 pm
Wed December 1, 2010

The Importance Of Being Playful

I am a refrigerator decorator. Oh yes you might think, as you imagine the door covered in orderly fashion with photos of family, friends, good time memories…but this is not what I mean. On my fridge door there are no family pictures (except one of a dear deceased cat, Elvis, whose holding magnet is a red crown), no sentimental cards, doodles or to do lists.

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Jefferson Almanac
10:37 am
Thu July 1, 2010

Buddy

The end began on a dark, icy night in February. I came home about 10:30 to find my dear Buddy lying on the bed, his favorite spot to be sure, but he always greeted me at the door when I came home. Within a half an hour he felt cold and seemed almost comatose as I frantically called the emergency doctor.  He was 45 minutes away but would come to my house in what seemed like the opposite end of the world to lift my 55 pound dog into my car and guide me to the clinic. I wasn’t sure if Buddy would live. In fact, I felt he was dying.

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Jefferson Almanac
10:38 am
Fri January 1, 2010

Moon Promenade

A bright light shining directly through the window awakens me. Sleepy and startled I blink at the illumination covering the comforter I’m curled under. Although the colors are washed out, I can actually see the pattern of the flowers on it. It takes me a few seconds before I realize that it is not an unnatural light, but the dazzling light of the December full moon. I breathe in wonder at this spotlight from 238,854 thousand miles away and how it comes in through my window at the precise angle to bathe me.

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