Christmas Eve used to be my favorite day each year.
Poinsettia earrings and apron
Bourbon on the rocks
Burl Ives, Johnny Mathis & Barbara Streisand Christmas carols
Setting up the nativity scene
Appetizers! Lots and lots of appetizers!
Butter spritz cookies - red & green, wreaths & trees
Light snow flurries, blanketing the trees and lawns
A warm, crackling fire
Lying under the Christmas tree and losing my thoughts among the multicolored lights
A lifetime of special ornaments
Snowmobile socks transformed into stockings
"Over the river and through the woods...."
Laughter, always genuine, hearty laughter!
LOVE - palpable, heart overfilling, protective, unconditional - LOVE
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
JLR
Nobody can possess her Spirit.
She is the embodiment of independence and freedom.
Nobody can buy her and she is not for sale.
Extraordinarily independent and vulnerable and feminine...and consumed by a fierce work ethic.
The only time she panics is when she is left with nothing more to do.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Balancing my feather
October 2006, desert journey...just myself and my guide.
It all began in the early morning. My day started with my desert bunnies nibbling on the dewy grass. The sky still dark by the night and the last of the stars fading into the light. Perched on the tallest rock bordering my kiva, with my coffee in hand, breathing in the sky watching the sun rise over the Catalina mountains.
My morning stretch released the cobwebs in my soul and my ZEN bootcamp elevated my heart rate, reminding me how great it feels to be ALIVE.
My private desert journey . . . I finally gave voice to the truths I'd been suppressing. Gave myself permission to be grateful and to acknowledge that I had learned all that I was meant to learn from the particular experience. And then, I balanced a tall peacock feather in the palm of my hand. And in the process I threw my head back so hard my sunglasses flew off, my heart presented itself to the sky and I Laughed like a child for the first time in what felt like FOREVER.
It would be several more years before I finally let it all go. Closed that door...for good.
Embracing What's Next.
I balanced my feather today...and in the process I threw my head back,
presented my heart to the sky and I listened and waited to hear the laughter of my inner child. But it never came. I'll try again tomorrow.
It all began in the early morning. My day started with my desert bunnies nibbling on the dewy grass. The sky still dark by the night and the last of the stars fading into the light. Perched on the tallest rock bordering my kiva, with my coffee in hand, breathing in the sky watching the sun rise over the Catalina mountains.
My morning stretch released the cobwebs in my soul and my ZEN bootcamp elevated my heart rate, reminding me how great it feels to be ALIVE.
My private desert journey . . . I finally gave voice to the truths I'd been suppressing. Gave myself permission to be grateful and to acknowledge that I had learned all that I was meant to learn from the particular experience. And then, I balanced a tall peacock feather in the palm of my hand. And in the process I threw my head back so hard my sunglasses flew off, my heart presented itself to the sky and I Laughed like a child for the first time in what felt like FOREVER.
It would be several more years before I finally let it all go. Closed that door...for good.
Embracing What's Next.
Monday, September 23, 2013
A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
"She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around in her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within herself. She let go of all the 'right' reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go. She didn't ask anyone for advice. She didn't read a book on how to let go. She didn't search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn't promise to let go. She didn't journal about it. She didn't write the projected date in her Day-Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn't check the weather report or read her daily horoscope, She just let go. She didn't analyze whether she should let go. She didn't call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn't do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn't call the prayer line. She didn't utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn't good and it wasn't bad. It was what it was, and it is just that. In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore." - Ernest Holmes
She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn't promise to let go. She didn't journal about it. She didn't write the projected date in her Day-Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn't check the weather report or read her daily horoscope, She just let go. She didn't analyze whether she should let go. She didn't call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn't do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn't call the prayer line. She didn't utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn't good and it wasn't bad. It was what it was, and it is just that. In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore." - Ernest Holmes
She Just Let Go.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
7 months.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
February 5, 1917 - May 18, 1999
Dear Grandpa,
I wish that I could sit next to you one last time, to interrupt you reading your newspaper after the long day’s work and try to make you laugh. To shift your attention to mine.
I wish that I could stand next to you in your workshop for just one
more day. You won’t let me tinker with whatever it is you’re fixing and I’ll hand
you all the wrong tools but I’d be so happy being there just to hear all the funny things you'd say.
I wish that I could hold your hand for one last minute, so I could feel your big strong fingers in mine. To look up at you thinking you're the best Grandpa a girl could ever have.
I wish that I could hug you for one last hour, and tell you you're the greatest, that I listened to all you said and I learned from you, more than you'll ever know.
I miss you, my dear Grandpa. Each day, I pray you watch out for me, live in my heart and forever be my guiding light.
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