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I am many years into a "summer project" of yoga that my daughter and I started. Yoga is such a part of my life and my daughter's life that it surprises us both. Yoga for us has evolved as a part of daily living. We might not practice everyday, but we practice what yoga has given us. Now, some about me.I have had the honor of being a part of the medical community for many years. I strongly feel modern medicine and holistic medicine walk hand and hand to treat the whole person. I have found that yoga brings into daily life true balance,breath, and awareness to what is happening at the moment. Yoga is both enhancing and invigorating to the mind and spirit, and gives health and strength to the body. What more could one want? My daughter and I plan to be participating in yoga for many years to come, she even promised she would take me to class in my 80's. I intend to make her keep that promise.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

A Dream of a Perfect Day...

The meeting of beautiful friends,
A kiss and a tender embrace,
A drive to a diner, a mimosa and a brunch,
A walk in the cemetary,
A bit of art work,
a shared bottle of wine.

Tender connections,
Tender conversations.
That only can occur with bestfriends.
That can only occur with soulmates.
Non-questioning , with no motivations other than,
connection of two like minded people.

Time slows, friends bask in fun of talking,
chairs and table the only props.
The perfect moment of time occurs.

Alas, it is time to go,
I sigh, and grudgingly
Awake from my beautiful day dream.

We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet.
Even longer,' Pooh answered.”
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The Power of Coffee...

I love coffee.
EVERY little coffee bean that is growing I am wishing them strength to grow into a full flavored bean.
I must ignore the work conditions that some must endure to harvest that blessed little bean that eventually winds up in my most favorite mug.
I must also confess the greater attraction I have for the "stronger" more "intense" flavored bean.  I check where my personality is and what is on the agenda for my day and then choose the coffee based on the assessment of myself.
Do not get me wrong... I look at coffee in the morning almost like a way to enhance a mood, not just to have the wonderful feeling of coffee energy swimming through my veins.  At times, I feel I should send out a legal warning, then I decide nawwwww, that is part of the fun.  I think WATCH our WORLD, here I come.
(Deeper content sigh...)
Coffee, pro/cons  stimulant/paranoia enhancer/soother....luckily legal.

Question to my readers........ What flavor of coffee did I choose this morning?????? HUH HUH HUH????  (5 hour Energy has nothing on this bean) 


Tuesday, December 4, 2012


Have you ever been alone in a crowd
Has the sound of silence been painfully loud
Have your dreams been deemed worthless by others
‘Cause they didn’t match up with their druthers
Have your beliefs been treated with scorn
And left you feeling more alone and forlorn
Have you learned to play the sad game
Of pretending to be just the same
Has this facade created self-doubt
About what you’re really about
Has it eroded your own self esteem
And shattered your hopes and your dreams
So shed those chains of self-doubt
You know what you’re all about
You are bright, you are rare, you are free
And you’ll be what YOU want to be
So shed those chains of self-doubt
Show them what you’re all about
Give them a glimpse of real class
Then tell them to kiss your cute ass

from a fellow writer.

Eyes Bright....

Eyes bright, looking upright.
Angels surround her glowing light.
What she be, What she might,  lays within her hearts delight.

Parts and pieces of family shown,
but her future lies in her dreams alone.

Her aura so glowing, happiness abounds.
She starts her life journey solid and sound.

This women she has become, still looks upon this print
smiles and knows...

Her eyes STILL bright, looking upright.
Angels STRONGLY surround her glowing light.
What she be, What she might, STILL lays within her hearts delight.

age:6 age:47

Starting Again.....

Here I sit at my desk eagar to start again...

To write, to think, to ponder, to work.
To be, simply, me.

Writing to some is a mission. Writing to some is an escape. Writing to some is how they exist.
For me, writing is returning to an old friend.   That buddy that embraces your personality without judgement.   Writing marks time. Writing keeps those events of the mind forever present and touchable. I aspire to be nothing but a minor curator of words. If blessed, I will upon occasion write a piece that might make change or inspire an action, or cause a memory.    

Why have a blog? Well, to be honest I blog for those who might stumble upon this site and say.....Really?!?! she wrote? Hmmmph...... who'd a thunk it.  Great Great Grandma was neat!

So to all the readers that might stumble here.....
Enjoy, make comments, chuckle or add to a piece.
Just remember, this is a free zone, a safe zone.
Relax and just be. 

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Tap on my Shoulder...

The heart is the hub of all sacred places; go there and roam.
– Nityananda

Morning All,

I woke up this morning stiff, tired, and still annoyed from the previous evenings events. The morning was showing itself to me, very lovely. Fresh, glistening, and with a delicate misty fog dancing with the ground.  My body and my mind were at the polar opposite of what my surrounding were showing me.

I felt the first tap on my shoulder......

I stood on my front porch, grumpy. Then, as if a rope was thrown out, I hear the ever familiar hum from my smart phone indicating an email. I opened it up and read....lets say words of objectivity, understanding, wisdom, and sprinkled gently with the love of a kindred spirit.

I felt the second tap on my shoulder....

I was reminded that understanding and acceptance of those who share our worlds are part of being a compassionate soul. We are all human with the ability to positive and negative misgivings. I then sigh, for my kindred spirit was correct. I looked out at my yard and I could feel my energy and body improving. We small talked about the days events and I indicated working on a piece for this blog. "Really.... was the response, let me know when you post." (I must say, this blog piece is not what was planned.)  I noticed my kindred spirit kept nudging and encouraging happiness, heart, and energy, And with this nudging....my stiffness, tiredness, annoyance melted away.

Finally, the third tap on my shoulder...

It was that voice that speaks to me and reminds me that with every event I encounter, there is a lesson to be learned. 
That with compassion and understanding one can handle any human misgivings.
And most important...
That the gift of a kindred spirit is a priceless blessing and reminds us of what lies in our hearts.



Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Sage Old Advice

 I am grateful to have a friend that is also a very gifted writer. He and I were speaking the other day about life, our writings, and how each of us react or should react to what comes our way.  He stated he was going to send my and "old" piece of his that he thought I would really appreciate. Below is that piece and yes, I appreciated it so much I wanted to share it. So with his permission...

                                                                          Sage Old Advice

Doctor Dillard was the company doctor.  Actually, he was a retired heart surgeon that took this part time consulting job probably just for grins.  He did annual physicals and treated all the minor health issues that pop up in a young workforce.  He was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, always smiling, laughing and joking with his patients.  Doc and I had a special bond as we both shared a love for the water, boats, and Italian shoes (yes, Italian shoes).  Doc actually owned a large yacht and we often joked about me quitting my job and captaining his yacht as we sailed around the world.  Sometimes that seemed like a really good idea, especially when things weren’t all that rosy at home.  In the twilight of his career, Doc had it all.  I, on the other hand, was in the birthing stages of my career, competitive, aggressive, and ambitious.  I wanted to move up quickly, but the competition was fierce as each of our small group of fifteen had the same plan.  Naturally, this situation created a little stress; no, it created a lot of stress.  After a while, I began to experience sharp pain in my abdomen, similar to twisting a hot knife in my gut.  Often I would even throw up some kind of green bile.  I knew I had an ulcer, after all I was 28 years old.  I went to see the doc and informed him of my diagnosis, after which he laughed and slapped me on the back and told me I didn’t have an ulcer.  I insisted, however, and he reluctantly agreed to have the appropriate testing done.  When the test results came in, the doc called me to his office to review the results.  He explained that I did not have an ulcer and that the results were normal with the exception of a small inflamed muscle in my upper abdomen.  That, he said, is caused by stress.  What do you have to be stressed about?, he asked.  You’re young, healthy, and have a good job and a great family (that was not exactly true).  I tried to tell him about all of my problems, after which he laughed again (that laugh was beginning to bother me).  Look son, he said, there are only two kinds of problems in the world.  There are those you can solve and those you can’t.  Now, the ones you can solve, do it expeditiously, don’t procrastinate.  Those problems you can’t solve, forget them.  Worrying about them will only make you sick.  Well, naturally I thanked him for all his sage advice and walked away  thinking, Yeah doc, that’s easy for you to say, you have it all, even a yacht.  Naturally, the gut twisting pain continued.

About two months later, I came in to work on Monday morning and was informed by a co-worker that Doc Dillard had passed away over the weekend.  What, I exclaimed, what happened?  Well, he checked himself into the hospital on Friday and passed on Sunday.  Apparently, he had been suffering with cancer for several years and it finally got the best of him.  While grieving the loss of my friend, the memory of his lecture about the two kinds of problems came into my mind.  It occurred to me that his cancer had been one of those problems he couldn’t solve and he had put it aside and lived happily until the end.  How bad must it have been if he passed just two days after checking in?  The point of his lecture suddenly became very clear to me as I realized that he was actually living it.  Within a few short days, the pain in my abdomen disappeared never to return.  I took his advice to heart, ignoring the unsolvable problems and fixing those I could, although I occasionally procrastinate a bit in solving some of those fixable issues.

Some thirty years later, I met an old man at the feed store who, in retrospect, just might have been old Doc Dillard paying me a visit.  I was a rookie cattle raiser (40 acres and 10 cows does not a rancher make) and had lost a cow to lightning the night before. She had a week old calf and I was picking up all the stuff needed to bottle feed it.  As I walked up to the loading dock, an old man said, “good morning.”  Not too good,” I replied.  “Any day above ground is a good one,” he replied.  “Yeah, but I lost a cow in the storm last night.”  “Be glad you didn’t loose em all,” he said.  “But she had a week old calf that I’m now going to have to bottle feed.”  “Lucky it wasn’t one day old,” he said, “woulda been harder to save”.  “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I replied.  As I drove home, I thought of the doc and his lecture and how it applied to the old man’s attitude.  When I got home, I observed that my orphan calf now had five stepmothers taking care of her.  She wound up being the biggest and fattest of the bunch.


The wisdom in the above is priceless.

"Live hopefully. It does not matter what happens, what your circumstances are, you have something to connect with."