One Week Ago
One week ago today the bad guys thought they’d won.
It took only five days for Boston to prove them wrong.
One Hundred Days
One hundred days ago I began a daily practice of photographing my horses.
One hundred days. Who’da thunk it?
Something interesting happened during that time…
I fell in love with Lana.
With Saki.
With Jasmine.
Fell in love with them all over again. Let my heart open up to them once more. Even tho they’re old and will break it soon enough.
I no longer worry about being vulnerable because I’m learning to EXPERIENCE the present. To embrace what is, RIGHT NOW. Including me, at this stage of my life, gray hair and all.
One hundred days and an iphone…who’da thunk it?
Life Goes On
“Nature often holds up a mirror so we can see more clearly the ongoing processes
of growth, renewal, and transformation in our lives.”
Author Unknown
First apples blossoms of the season
Two years ago today we buried Mama’s ashes within a circle of moss covered rocks in the oak grove where the deer bed down.
It’s where she wanted to be.
We took Daddy down from the hutch and placed his ashes beside her. Then we covered them with earth from the forest floor and marked the spot with another great rock.
Family and friends planted Vinca around the grave. Some tears. Some laughter. A whole lot of numbness.
Then we walked up to her house, just a few yards away, and sat on the patio eating and drinking and telling stories. There was beer involved. And chocolate.
Mama would’ve liked that. Daddy would’ve too, especially the beer.
Two years later the Vinca has grown and spread. I walk by the oak grove every day on my way to and from the barn. Sometimes I stop and say hi. Sometimes the chimes that we hung ring out with the wind. Or without it.
Someone else lives in the cottage now.
And it’s all good. Because life goes on.
Sanity Break
You.
Yes YOU!!!
Step away from the news. RIGHT NOW. Take a deep breath.
Now scratch the monitor and sniff the pony.
And if you smiled, even for a second or two, then I’ve done my job.
Namaste, my sweetums. Namaste.
Hear Me World
“I owe it all to art books, chocolates and young men”
Artist Beatrice Wood, when asked the secret to her longevity. Her most productive years were between the ages of 80-105
Whoot Beatrice! My kind of woman!!! Handsprings and black flips My. Kind. Of. Woman!
Because I’m gonna be a kick-ass old lady myself. Yes indeed, I surely am.
I come from a line of women who are direct descendants of the Energizer Bunny. They keep on going and going and going until their batteries run out somewhere around the century mark.
Barring unforeseen circumstance, like Kim what’s-his-face throwing a temper tantrum with a nuclear warhead or maybe a meteorite landing on top of my head, I plan on hanging around for quite some time.
But not just hanging around.
I plan on BEING here.
Painting. Writing. CREATING. Dancing. LOVING. Moving. Laughing. Learning. And GROWING.
Making a damn good time of it.
There will be chocolate involved. Family and good friends. And when I finally cross over, I pray it’s with a smile on my face and paint under my nails.
Oh, and that novel I haven’t finished? It’s not too late. Beatrice published her first in her late 80s. The first of four under her own name. There were others published under the psudonym Countess Lola Screwvinsky. Screwvinsky? Hmmmm…methinks Beatrice was a kickass old lady herself.
Lovin’ On Lana
