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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."


Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Energy of Thought and Stillness

"Thoughts are energy, and you can make your world or break your world by your thinking"
        Susan Taylor

We take for granted what our mind creates in the form of thoughts to make it through one day, one week, one month, one year.  The National Science Foundation determined that the average individual has 1,000 thoughts per hour. If the individual is writing they have per hour 2,500. The study then goes on to say that a deep thinker has up to 50,000 thoughts in a day. I throw these numbers out to stimulate appreciation of the energy that is produced from our brains and the thoughts we form.

Truly, it is endless energy that can be harnessed to create beauty or destruction. The key lies in the heart and determination of each person to decided the path.   We are our own best friends or our own worst enemies. 

The above leads me into another quote I like concerning stillness.

"Being still has been very liberating. I am better able to unhook, be present, not react, breathe. And maybe tomorrow I'll forget, but maybe I won't. "
   Alyssa S., yoga student 

For me I consider stillness, as a way to recharge my brain. Stillness in my definition, is not meditation. It is just sitting or standing and just listening to the sounds that surround me, observe what is in front of me with blank thought. No music, no iPhone, no book, nothing to the best of my control that would stimulate a reactive thought.  I am so found of my oasis of stillness, that my brain will generate the thought of it is time for some stillness, I am getting overload here, sister!!!!  

Stillness is a tool that I incorporate in my days as many times as I can. Be it at work or at home it is an oasis for myself and my future thoughts. 



Monday, April 2, 2012

If You Could Play Only One Song...


If you could play only one song, from a jukebox containing an unlimited amount of songs...
What song would you pick?

Remember, only one song.

A good friend posed that question to me the other day over lunch.  I remember well my reaction, my eyes widened, my mouth flew open, and my mind flashed: easy question, easy question!!!  I went to answer, then I realized I could not answer. The question, that started out fun, turned hard. My mind then shifted into another gear,  I went to throw out an answer...

And he reminded me... Only one song, that is all you can pick.

I realized then my friend had posed to me a question that takes you to a level of deep introspection. It is a question you think you can easily answer, then like hitting a wall, you can not.
Memories began to flood in.
Periods of time envelope you, People, family, lovers, successes, failures, laughter, and tears....
Your life flashes before you as you contemplate a response.
I found myself trying to shift my left side of my brain into over drive to provide me with the "right" answer. I am a lover of music and this silly question and its simple, simple answer should be rolling off my tongue!
Yet I found myself wanting to pick a song that would benefit me the most ,with the least risk.

So now I really have two questions to answer.

If I could only pick one song to play, what would it be...


What is the risk I am afraid of facing...

A simple, fun question blooming into true introspection.

So, tell me, what song would you pick?

Monday, March 12, 2012

Letting My Day Fall as it May...

I am a planner, an organizer, a person who likes to control how the day is going to be constructed.
Yet, I am not.

Confused? So am I, and that confusing aspect of me, makes me smile.

But I have learned to embrace that side of me, for it keeps safe the side of my personality that is (sorta) kissed by the fairies. to be allowed to taste, smell, experience what each day brings. 

The part of me, that just wants to be. So, I bow to what makes me, me.

So to all of you, with this type of personality sparkle...
Be proud. You can be both a free spirit and get the bills paid.  It is good cover. (hee hee)


Normally, we do not so much look at things as overlook them....Zen Quotes by Alan Watts.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Morning Observation


This morning as I sat on my porch watching the sun get brighter and brighter... my trees and their bird feeders teach me, yet,  another lesson.

I have such a diversity of birds that come to my feeders.  I often feel the urge to call someone and say you gotta see this....
To me, it is that beautiful and amazing.

Under the trees branches....on the ground surrounding them, I had four different species of doves, six sets of redbirds, a woodpecker, two sets of blue birds, numerous finches and chi chi birds.  I would also like to mention the number of birds waiting their turns somewhat patiently in the trees branches above. What I found interesting and amazing, each bird is eating just inches and feet from each other. There is no fighting, no bickering, no annoyance, no competition, they are just there, together, enjoying breakfast.
What harmony, I say to myself, with all that diversity...you have simple and pure harmony.  A natural respect for the other.

Then I smirk, and to myself I say,...hey Paloma...you can apply this observation to your own species,  girl...look around you.

Thanks trees and my beautiful birds, once again, for my morning lesson.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Projection of the Heart for the Self

Just a reminder...

Let us not forget that we are human.

We were made to be human.  We are not at all, perfect.

Our flaws are our individual beauty.

We project thoughts which determine our paths, good or bad...


Why do we, in the course of our daily lives, give so much to others that we do not give ourselves ...understanding, consideration, acceptance, love, and compassion, true freedom for those around us to be themselves.

In Yoga, we find numerous positions that  encourage us to open our chest and raise our hearts up and out. Open to the universe......

Proverbs 23:7 says it best...

For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he.

So guys, give yourselves a break. Compassion and acceptance for the good and the bad in you starts in your heart. 

So remember, it is good to become your own best friend. Just ask your heart.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Reminder to Myself...Writing

This past week I was reminded why I write. I write for myself. 

This hobby or therapeutic endeavor  has been with me since my late teens. I would be so pleased when I filled a journal and was able to go purchase another one. The newness of the cover, and the freshness of the pages filled me with pleasure. As I held the new journal, I knew what I wrote would be there for me. I could keep or destroy the journal, for it was mine and mine alone.  It was a friend that offered no judgement, opinion, or change of energy towards me. I could be Paloma, the journal providing a safe zone of sorts.

This enjoyment of writing comes from the voice that lays within me wanting to recount, remember, understand, enjoy, entertain, document, and laugh at my world, my past, and myself.  Some have reviewed my work and stated I write as I speak. So, be it. I think to myself. For I do not write for a grade, or a publisher, I write for the freedom of the act. So to the few, if any, readers of this blog. Take these past writing and the ones yet written with a grain of salt. See them for what they are, simple writings of a individual walking this earth.

I encourage you to grab a pen, pencil, or a keyboard and write. Create a blog, start a journal, write rebuttals, and the more you do this act of freedom, the more free you really will be. Effort, yes, rewards...many. As in life, as in your writing... Your best is good enough.

So, no worries, jump on in, the waters fine. 

Got paper, yet?