Saturday, March 22, 2014

Behind the curtain, a legend or reality

Statue of
Changing Woman
in Sedona

I remember a legend told to me so long ago. One that filled my heart, walked through my mind while connecting my soul within the sacred hoop of healing ways. May it find its way to you...
and somehow feel right today...

Particularly after a conversation I had with someone last month of their recent loss... This conversation was then followed by another long conversation with another dear soul of a grief resolved after a long journey walked and resolved with a guide that became a trusted companion through that unfamiliar path...
Seems this legend is once again asking to be experienced, felt, absorbed & shared ~

Long ago and many many sunsets ago there lived  a man and his wife who had one daughter. Mother and daughter were deeply attached to one another, and when the latter died the mother was disconsolate. She cut off her hair, cut gashes in her cheeks and sat before the corpse with her robe drawn over her head, mourning for her dead.
After death came, so did people;a steady stream of those wanting to pay their respects, to bring food, those who were feeling the intense pain of loss. She never moved, never took her hand from her daughters, but when it came time to take her body  to a burying scaffold, she would not hear of it. \\*//
She had a knife in her other hand under her robe, and if when the first group came for the daughter, the Mother did not hesitate to show it, nor her angst. Those who had been there touch, to cry,to offer love had now gone to another room or outside. 
Now when anyone walked in, the Mother could hear them, was on guard, and as they approached her beloved daughters' body;offered to come near the body the mother would wail, like a wolf on a cold dark night
 “I am weary of life. I do not care to live. I will stab myself with this knife and join my daughter in the land of spirits if you take her from this space.”

 Her husband, relatives and close friends tried to get the knife from her but could not. They tried to console her, but they could not. They feared to use force lest she kill herself. They came together to see what they could do.
They retreated to the kitchen and in hushed tones stated,  “We must get the knife away from her,” they said as most shed silent tears.

At last they decided to called on a boy boy, a kind of simple one it seemed; yet with a good deal of natural shrewdness or intuition for such a young age. He was an orphan and very poor. His moccasins had uneven holes worn at the sole and he was dressed in wei-zi (course buffalo skin, smoked). He never made eye contact as he stood before the Elders but you could see him leaning in to hear the quiet conversation;it was not lost on him that death and sorrow was in the house.
 “Nowboy,Go to the that room through the curtain of the mourning mother,” they told the boy, “and in some way dream up some magic to make her laugh and forget her grief. When you manage that, I want you to get that knife away from her real quick. Do you understand me? The boy nodded head, kicked the dirt floor with the tip of his moccasin and stood quietly. "Scoot now, you have important work to."

The boy went to the curtain and gazed in,noting the Mother leaning over her daughter quietly crying from her place on the floor .  The young boy; He sat quietly sat down after entering the curtain  as if waiting to be given something.
 The corpse lay in the place of honor where the dead girl had slept in life. The body was wrapped in a rich robe and wrapped with ropes.

Friends had covered it with rich offerings out of respect to the dead. As the mother sat on the ground with her head covered she did not at first see the boy, who sat silent.
But, when his reserve of silence had worn away a little he began at first lightly, then more heavily, to drum on the floor with his hands.

After a while he began to sing a comic song.

Louder and louder he sang until carried away with his own singing he sprang up from the floor and began to dance!  At the same time gesturing and making all manner of contortions with his body, still singing the comic song.

As he approached the corpse he waved his hands over it in a blessing.

The mother put her head out of the blanket and when she saw the poor simple boy  with his strange grimaces trying to do honor to the corpse by his solemn waving, and at the same time keeping up his comic song, she burst out laughing.

Then she reached over and handed her knife to the boy. “Take this knife child,” she said. He reached out for the knife and she placed it in his hand, but did not let go. She held his hand in hers with a firm grip, here eyes commanding his eyes as she spoke.

Look at Me...You have taught me to forget my grief. If while I mourn for the dead I can still be mirthful, there is no reason for me to despair. I no longer care to die. I will live for me, live my life for my relations and hold my daughter's life UP so that she too will live on in memories. I thank you for that, we will see each other more. Go for now, let them know I am ready for them to come for my beloved one/”

The boy left the room and brought the knife to the astonished husband and relatives. “How did you get it? Did you force it away from her, or did you steal it?” they asked.

She gave it to me. How could I force it from her or steal it when she held it in her hand, blade uppermost? I sang and danced for her and she burst out laughing. Then she gave it to me,” he answered. "She wants you to know she is ready for you to come for her beloved now." Then the boy bowed his head.

When the Elders of the village heard of the orphan’s story they were very silent. It was a strange thing for a boy to dance in a home where there was mourning. It was stranger that a mother should laugh in a room before the corpse of her dead daughter. The Elders gathered at last in council. They sat a long time without saying anything, for they did not want to decide hastily. The pipe was filled and passed many times. At last an Elder spoke. “We have a hard question. A mother has laughed before the corpse of her daughter, and many think she has done foolishly, but I think the woman did wisely. The boy was simple and of no training, and we cannot expect him to know how to do as well as one with good home and parents to teach him. Besides, he did the best he knew. He danced to make the mother forget her grief, and he tried to honor the corpse by waving over it his hands."
 The mother did right to laugh, for when one does try to do us good, even if what he does causes us discomfort, we should always remember rather the motive than the deed. And besides, the boys’ dancing saved the woman’s life, for she gave up her knife. In this, too, she did well, for it is always better to live for the living than to die for the dead. We shall ask the Mother if she would like to gift the knife to the boy and we as the Elders will take over in the care of him as our own blood, our own shared relative. We will allow him to dance in front of us carrying her to her sacred place if the Mother and Father wishes it to be done. Aho!

And for this we give thanks in our thoughts today, and so it is ~

Wherever you are whatever your struggles, know that there is light, there is HOPE in healing,
and we are with you... in all ways...

The Fire is burning brightly with thoughts on the wind to all our relations, we are with with some powerful angels...

Walk In Beauty,

Friday, March 21, 2014

On your back, ejoy the view, the rest,

The view is rather interesting when you are  close to the bottom... you see all the latest fashion of 'sneaks' being worn... You marvel at the folks wearing "flip-flops" walking great distances doing long walks... and talk about their feet that must be on fire from the walking! But oh what a view sometimes when we are on our backs if we just look around! Sometimes the fun, the colors, the view if we only look UP! Sometimes we can take great shots lookin' up from being on our backs!

Patches and Gypsy are on a tear this morning, around the pool, cutting those edges mighty close I'm thinkin as me and my coffee enjoy each other. Sure would hate to interrupt my coffee to save a little pom this morning.
Jeepers on the other hand is in his condo, I'm sure dreading what is to come today as the bandage on his little knee/leg come off. I know I am dreading it, as now it will be exposed and oh how I hope he does not get cocky trying to use it to walk, or gnaw on. He continues to turn up his nose at food, using his eyes to let us know of the pain, and his desires, now that can keep a human guessing and close to the ground from time to time. 
WELL:there is a prime example of my mind rambling; Jeepers is not in his condo  but out here on his bed with no bandage on his leg; we did that al ong time ago.
Oh boy I should not be on this computer today...
hehe heh heh
Well at least when you hit rock bottom, you know you can either stay there, or STAND UP...
Kinda like that dead end street I'm thinkin.
Revise your thinking; a dead end street is just a place to turn around!
Still think they should change those signs:
We need a switch like that in our brains...
we can command our brains to use that switch!
When you control your thoughts, your feelings and you don't like the way they or someone makes you think, feel or act or re-act

When you hit rock bottom, there’s only two ways to go,
straight up, or sideways!

Wynonna Judd says it best in her song:
 "Rock Bottom."
A dead end street IS just a place to turn around.
As she sings, with such gusto, the good news is:
when you get down to nothing, you got nothing to lose
(except perhaps those who love you, the faithful four-legged who adores you, the mood of the day, the sun shining in your heart, your humor, your thirst for life, your .... you get the idea).

I love that song!
When all else fails, attitude IS everything.
 Rock Bottom ain’t no place to be.
 "When the sky is the limit up on easy street,
              ROCK BOTTOM AIN'T NO PLACE TO BE!!!"

There are days when at every turn of the bend we can feel thwarted.
It can feel like the universe has entered a conspiracy to land us flat on our face or heavily on our butts.
Guess what?
It is not bad karma catching up with us
. It is not a kid or your four-legged or spouse or your boss:
 out to get YOU
treat you badly or make you feel like crap or angry
 with his/her antics of silliness or rudeness or meanness,
or someone peeing in your Wheaties
to ruin your mood, your day or YOUR LIFE.

 And no, in the next life we will not be assigned to turn the hand crank on the Queen Many to atone for past mistakes.

It is only this moment in time that is out of whack
YOU are out of whack in that moment in time. Or you had that moment of just doing something silly and have hurt yourself finding that you should have used a bit more caution, or a little more time to think of a better plan.
It is during those times that the pain  overrides those "Oprah and Depock" moments of Meditation as you just cannot catch your breath nor seem to visualize the 19" hot sword being manifested or meditated from your back or body  through all that you teach and believe.  Hello? You are doing all that you can to breathe and crawl to a safe surface!
Hang in there, This too shall pass.
Not all days will be like this.
 Keep your head up. Remember when laying on your back, between breathes the view can be spectacular (or you will find some dust bunnies that you have not seen before). Sometimes you just have to given in to it; there is a difference between giving into the pain and giving up....

The path maybe bumpy today,or many days, who knows? Bodies are like that it seems..
Pull out that birth certificate of yours... no where, I mean no where on it does it say: Life will be fair, no where does it say you will always like what others do say or act!
YOU cannot control the actions, words or deeds of others,
YOU can control YOU...
Rock Bottom ain't no place to be!  Find yourself a great movie, catch up on some reading if you can focus, get ahead of the pain train and sleep .

Word of advise: be careful when trying to have conversaions or texting when on high powered drugs or in high pain... the person on the other end may have no earthly idea what you are talking about which will generate phone calls to inquire if you are drunk or having a stroke!

Forgive and forget YOURSELF and others... Humans do human things... SH** happens as they say in the real world... STAND UP and get over it, live a life you can be proud of ... If you are a "fake human" you will do things like kick a turtle over on its back just to watch it struggle, you will play the comparison game on "oh you have that injury or illness? How odd is that, so do I? You have a headache? well I have had three brain tumors..." YOu know the ones... You may have seen their children on the beach throwing rocks at seagulls with them laughing at the cuteness of it all.

Ever find yourself stuck in a moment like that.

Take heart, shake it off.

 Keep some perspective, OK it may take a lot of perspective! Take some time, ok it may take more time than you want to give it.  count sheep... pick out the black ones and name them. 

Step back and know that as awful as it feels, many do have the capacity to change the moment and just as many do not. Some when not feeling well want to snuggle under a warm blanket and hear not a sound,not a wimper, even if its their own.Others measure love by how many contact them during a particularly rough, difficult time. EAch as unique as their tongue print, all unique in their ways of being,, doing, coping, fighting and resting.

Or, we might choose to just ride it out. BUT know, in the riding of "it" we may run over someone or some things that we later regret... we may get ourselves so worked up along the ride that later we misconstrue why in the world we took the ride in the first place ~ Damn those choices sometimes!

Let the chips fall.
Honor YOUR resiliency.
In the light of tomorrow the sun will return. I hope we are here to see it, and that those we love are as well.

Even when our worst fear comes to pass, it comes, it eventually passes.

Keep in mind that we are not addressing every instance in life, just the constellations of cluster troubles.

You know, those Murphy’s Law days that slap us silly.

When all that can go wrong, does?
 Just let it play out. It will play itself out one way or the other!
 Tomorrow when this brief or seemingly far too long a crises passes you will be able to look back and laugh at the entire exercise in futility that grappling with that moment in time was.
What has folks all "jacked up" today will not be remembered or even thought of by anyone a few hours later... so why get your butter in a flutter? I'm thinkin...
Feelin me here?
As catastrophic as the moment seemed, as promised, it passed. Let the laughter begin.
I mean really really laugh! If you allow and choose to let the "rock bottom" moment take over those great and wonderful experiences... well "Shame on YOU" what a stupid choice you will be making!

Most of the time, I can just step back and just let the proverbial hand cart carry it south, much further south than Florida.

Grab a seat on the roller-coaster that we call life and hang on. These small setbacks are just that; small setbacks. 
Did I mention that I can't stand rollercoasters??? So rather than the rollercoaster ... for me I just stay in my "no pressure zone" works great for me!

At the “end of your rope”?
Tie a knot and hang on tight.
I can say with absolute certainty that this is just one more opportunity to climb back to the top. Try to take the time to notice all the lovely and interesting things on your way to the top, meet new folks.... you might need them next time the fall starts ~
 We have all “been there and done that”. Doubt that makes anyone feel any better if going through it tho' but maybe.
Stay focused on the good stuff.And my friends there is some absolutely "sick" and "wicked stuff" to focus on!

 Give no power to the everyday junk when it is scattered in your path. See it for what it is and move on.

It’s all about attitude!
Attitude is everything. Live BIG! Practice positive thinking. Just go on and slap yourself silly when a less than positive thought enters your head!
Pinch yourself til you bruise if you even utter a negative word out loud ~
You are worth it and those that love you will be healthier and happier because of it.

CRAWL, kick your feet, If it's not too painful), STAND UP, STOMP, run into this weekend with hope; with gratitude and gladness.... when you find your butt on the ground and feeling out of sorts... be sure and notice the wonderment from that angle before you attempt to STAND UP! Amazing sights to see while you are down there, but that concrete is hard baby, real hard.... Maybe I'll just enjoy the view a bit longer with the babies on their level a while, then be ready  to STAND. Heaven knows I can still  embrace life with all its idiosyncrasies, all its moods, colors, thunder/lightning and rainbows ~

What's new with you today? Of course we all want to know.... 

Walk in beauty,


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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Spread some color around

Wishing you a day of color, of warmth, of good things for all ... May your day be filled with love, with joy, with joyous noise. Prayers going up for all that are in need of that Universal Connection along with hope for a better day.

DLB, Dot/COB/Mom, Angela, Kamryn Elijah, D'Vante, Olivia, Joan,  Linda McDonald, Laura, Mitch, Eileen, Mary, Kelley, Joanna, Renie, Jean, K & A, Tony, Dave, Cheri, Dan, Audrey, Anne, Patti R., Pat, Stephen, Matthew, Jane, Walter, Jen, Snoop, Lance Dyer, Dakota, Bev, Erik, Shari Taylor Webster, Stephen Bright and family, Gayle, Chris W., Penni, Suz, Chase, Jaxon, Matthew, Bryan, Corey Richardson (Kokie), Dave, Eric, Paul, Rick, Alexis, Bill, Tom, Bob, Kurt, Dianne, Suzannah,
Elizabeth Gardiner Myers, her beloved sister-in-law and family,  little Rylie, Jan, Charlie, Eagan,  John D, John S., Kurt, Kendra, Matt, Stoney, Regina, Suz, Corby, TK, Ericka, Louise, Tommy, Joan, Bob, Fluff, Scott, The Korabek/Shram tribe, AnneMary, Shirley, Karen, Lori, Tanya,  Kendra, Kurt, Joan, Jack, Tom, Chris, Sabian, Rus, Stan, Greg, Scott, Christian, Mike, Richy, Areila, Penny, Ford, Bob, Frank, Eric, Kurt, Bob, Chases Cows, George, Justan, Phillip, Deion, Hunter, Pop, Ledg, Matthew, Stephen, Pat, Jennifer, 

ZERO, soar on dear one, we miss you always yet know you are with us in all the familiar places ... Prayers and strength for Alexis and her family,  Chelsea, Baby Florenzo, and Sara may the Creator welcome you all home to the Ancestors...   Those in Christiansburg VA and surrounding communities for strength and healing, VAAP, Stephen Deirslen and family,  Kurt, Ali, Jeremiah, Pop Spring, Joe, Rachel, Matthew, Nick, Leanne, Leslie, Stephen, Gayle, Karen, Janet, Perry, JT, Moses, Little Nicholas, Karen, Ericka, young Peyton, Bill, Shauna, Dixie, Kurt, J&L, John, Alexis, Kassity, Kelsi, Bob, Lauri, Larry, KM, Osh Kosh, DC, Courtney and baby, Choctaw Nation, SODA, Kari, Jamie, Tiffany, Bob, David, The Durant P.D., Windhorse, Hezra and Dan, Pat, Joan, Jane, Mickey, Cynthia, Rubuye, Patches, Charla, Kurt, Lyle, Bear, Sylvia, Heidi, Samatha, Marcus, Brenda McQuire, Jan, Joan,  Louise E. Duckwork and her family, friends, Brother Michael Belford, Rev Bev and family,Erin, Bear, Ellie, Andrei, Maggie, ED, Mary, Ari, Kostas, Jean, Rene, Joanie, Stevie, Nat, Matt, Jamie,

For Sandy Hook and those in Newtown CT., for all those who have been touched, shattered and devastated by violence we are with you here and pray for an end to such horrible things happening in our world. 

For our warriors, We are fighting alongside you and thinking about you.

Rebecca, Hudson, Peyton, Dottie, Zero, George, Peyton, Billy Ray, Yvonne, Les, Lana, Lanita, Kelly, John, Bill,

~ `~

Erin, Ellie, Andrei, WM, Yvonne Cassie, Mildred, Michele, Evelyn, Kelly, Betsy, The Faulkner Family, Stan, Dan, Christie, Ledge, Rick Paul, Colin G Brady, 

  NYPD, Guardian Angel Hospice and those there, Lanita, Dana, Leslie, Dottie, Kelly, Molly, Evan, Jeff, Ruby, Kevin, Scott, Dakota, Ruby, Dottie, Todd, John, BK, Clare, Yvonne, Evelyn, Sonny, Trace, Lyle, Michael, Beverly, Shauna, Dixie,

Julia Skinner and her NRV ELITE in Christiansburg VA,thank you for a wonderful year.

Coach Woodka, the Tarpon Springs Basketball team, Coach Carb and family, Cooper, Mark, Marvin, Zaden, Zamerion, Daniel, 
Carol, Sandy, Carrie and her family in Aurora,Ali,BK, Carolyn, Karen, Kelly and her family up North,

For those who have asked and we are standing with you in your time of sorrow, angst, difficulties.

   Heidi and family, Dianne, Ken,  Lori, Cynthia, Scott, Ali Legend, and children,  Heather Belle, Carolyn, Rog, Dusty, the 5,000 guardians now standing in the memory of Thomas O'Brien, the family of Trayvon Martin,

  Harriet, Sherry Reed, Mary Grace, Shirley, BK, Stephanie, Lorrie, Pop and his family,

Sherry C.,  Katie and Bill Majestic, Marvin, Layne, Lori, Jim, D, Heidi, Julia, Rolling Thunder, The Patriot Guard, Carol,The Schram/Korabek family, Kyle, Mark, Todd, Yvonne, Harry, Kevin, Jen, Charles,  Glenn, "the littleOne", Anne Klein, Monica Graff, Penny, Chris, Joy, Anne, Sara, Jenn, Shirley, AnneMary, Michael, Jeannie,Patti Labelle and family, The Wounded Warrior Brigades,   Warren Buffet, Best of health be yours sir, Kyle Jones in TN; a magic maker, a musician and a good man, M Dave Glenn Alley a talented musician who is extending himself in service to others, blessings to you friend,BK, Kevin, Dash, Graham, Suzannah,

Seth Greenberg and family, Eileen D. and family, Steve and family, Anne, A, Sandy, "EI", Kev, Chris,

Lyle Emerson and his family in Buffalo and little Kendra fighting Lymphoblastic Leukemia,

Bernice Etsitty and the life of her son, gone too soon Garrett Joe,Joey, Sam, Tyler, Robbie, Elizabeth, Tommy,
Duke Limongello gone too soon,

and all the children of all colors, all ages, and causes

gone to soon.

Sandy Hook Elementary School

in memory and prayers:

  Charlotte Bacon, 2/22/06, female
- Daniel Barden, 9/25/05, male
- Rachel Davino, 7/17/83, female.
- Olivia Engel, 7/18/06, female
- Josephine Gay, 12/11/05, female
- Ana M. Marquez-Greene, 04/04/06, female
- Dylan Hockley, 3/8/06, male
- Dawn Hochsprung, 06/28/65, female
- Madeleine F. Hsu, 7/10/06, female
- Catherine V. Hubbard, 6/08/06, female
- Chase Kowalski, 10/31/05, male
- Jesse Lewis, 6/30/06, male
- James Mattioli , 3/22/06, male
- Grace McDonnell, 12/04/05, female
- Anne Marie Murphy, 07/25/60, female
- Emilie Parker, 5/12/06, female
- Jack Pinto, 5/06/06, male
- Noah Pozner, 11/20/06, male
- Caroline Previdi, 9/07/06, female
- Jessica Rekos, 5/10/06, female
- Avielle Richman, 10/17/06, female
- Lauren Rousseau, 6/1982, female (full date of birth not specified)
- Mary Sherlach, 2/11/56, female
- Victoria Soto, 11/04/85, female
- Benjamin Wheeler, 9/12/06, male
- Allison N. Wyatt, 7/03/06, female


and for

OUR President and his family

of our United States of America,

those who are serving our Nation and their service animals

and all who have served
and their families,those who have fallen and are still missing we honor and thank you,

May the Creator bless you for holding us in your arms to protect our freedoms.

We  remember.

 Jenn, Bill, Denise, Ashe, Stuart Jr,  Barry Gibb, his family, Whitney, the Houston family, the family of our disco queen Donna Summer ,

Andre, Bill, Taft Abras, Mary Labyaks' family , Andrea, Patti, Jamie, Sasha, Kerri, Josh, Kar, Cash, Neil, Lori, Cindi, Tom, Shasta, Bill Simpson and Family, Jenn, Steph, Dana, Kari, Sandy, Marty, Marsha, Wanda, Ellen, Cindee, Peggy, Joyce Cruz, a CANCER survivor working at Southwest Airlines *it was an honor to meet you dear one*, Ike Davis, in New Mexico, an artisan who plays in the mud and creates beautiful tings out there, ** what a joy you are to so many of SOUTHWEST, thank you for visiting with me, prayers of continued success and tobacco to your Pueblo uncle! and for Christos Fandaros, Thomas Galvin, John Knudson, Curtis, Susie Langham, Stasia and Billy Hall, Christina Chavez and Rick and Ryan, Pam Meyer, Whitney, Diane Bystista, Susan, Leann Vincent, Roxanne Duran, Carole Poppendeck, Mary Jo H-shortes, Bridget, Robert Tanner Mara Tanner, Yolanda L Acosta, Antonio F. Balderrama, Denise Flowers, Lisa Balance, Sherry Stedman, Rose, Marquette, Acosta, Ortega, The Pueblo Peoples,

All those I was honored to spend time with in

" Choctaw Nation, IN, VA, DC, MD, FL, CT, PA, Ohio, Michigan, South Dakotas, Geisinger Medical Center, Michigan, Oklahoma, Ohio, Solaris Hospice, Evercare, Hospice of the Western Reserve, Gesinger, Guardian Angel Hospice,  Crossroads Hospice, New Hope Hospice, Comfort Keepers KS, El Paso, Santa Fe, Albuquerque"

Jeremy, Florence, Cal, Sarch, our friends of Portugal, Mike, AnnMary,Stephanie, Jimmy, Keli, Kasi, Katherine, Julie, Allan, Lynda,LeeAnn, KS Comfort Keepers, Stephen Bright, Linda and staff Melody,Brenda A and children Sarah, David Rachel; Gloria, Pete, Fred, Max, JJ, Barb and Leo Henning, Rick Fechner, Ryan Baurain, Melissa Reid, "Probation Professional pals", Jim Vander May (*who has been working in the Professional field for 45 years in Michigan*, Dale, Herschel, Bonnie, Louise, Holly, Jerry, Faith, Yvette, Happy, Audrey, and Rod Markowski and family, Lynn, Ryan, Jordon, Darryl Markowski, I thank you for your service) Brian Markowski, Shannon Becker, Nick, Reagan, Dr Iris Taylor of Detroit Medical Center,, please take best care of you) Sandy R. Carol, Stephanie, Geri, Chris, Matt, those in Oklahoma City, in Tulsa, In Ft Worth, Dallas, Ike, Isabel, Teresa, Janelle, Patricia, Susan, Karen, Laura in Yuba City CA, The Walter Reed Warrior Transition Brigade, Hope Hospice, Crossroads Hospice and those who care out there working and walking the walk, Perry, Clayton, George, Janet, and all in green! Rick, Calley, Ron, Rebekeh, Brenda, Becca, Audrey, Gabe, Dena, Beth, Lill, Jay Hanson, Jennifer, Beth Jett, Huntsville AL, Sheri, Wendy Reese and family, Sandy, Toby, Edith Vaughn and family,Susan, Greg and Kyle Korabek (Landon Korabek on the other side now), Stephen Bright and family, Walter Littlemoon, Jane, Laura, Mitch, Jenn, Chris, Mary, Taft, Martha Deaver, Morris, Dahlee, Rose Brick, The Baitinger Family, The Yaslowitz Family, The St Petersbug PD, Congresswoman Gabbie and her family, Dahlee in NJ, Judy Kelley, beloved husband and family, Jennifer, (now being watched over by her beloved husband and child), Norma, and Angel eyes Jack, Daniel, Dave, Cindy and Steve, Marty, Jeremy, Dennis, Darrel, Greg, Leroy, Rebekka, Carly, John, Diana, Crystal, Karen, Janet, Callie, Lorie, Laura, Larry, Clive,

2 Wolves and Jinx in SD, (

Kelly and family,Judy W and her 4 sons up there in New England, Cherokee Wick, Benni, Gayle, Jonathan, Great Aunt Effie's family, Marilyn Warren, Ilene,  Jen and Brian, Ericka, Shannon, Hannah Sherabow, Pam C. and family, Susan S., Angela A., Nancy W, Sue G, Kelly and family, Susan Brouse, Cindy and Stevie, Kim, Olatz, EVB, Yiva, Mary, Sandra and family, Christina Helen, Dotti B., Susan and Greg, Amy, Becky and Barry Long, Christina, Matt and children, Aaron, Lisa and family, Freda, Linda Katie, Pat D, Tink and Mitch, LITTLE Ben, Jerry, Trish, Barb, Anastasia, Mary, Rylee, Lindsay, Ann, Sarah, Ruth, Johnny, Bobby and the Tucker Family, The Spraker Family,Kenny H, Michelle, Sandy, Addie and family in Canada, Sandy, BraveHeart, Rowena, Chris, Robyn Elizabeth, Jean, Duke,Rowena, Chris, Baby Robyn Elizabeth, Diane Smallze and family, Patti and family, The Korabek Family and friends, The Gasse Family and Friends,

Officer Crawford of St Petersburg, The Kocab Family, baby Lilly Nicole Kocab, The Curtis Family, Tarpon PD, those serving here and there in Uniform... Those now walking The Thin Blue Line, (far to many joining that line recently across our Nation),

Mylee, Mikey and family in DC, Jack M & Janis in OC, Stephen, Stuart Wittel  of the US MARINES and his parents Sandy and Stuart, Lavie Coltrane and family, Andrea Gasse and family here and in New England, Ali and family, Randy and Winnie in New Mexico, Jill Wheaton L, Dr Peter in NY, Dr Rev Bev, Irene M, Bernice, Eileen and family, Vicki, Matthew and family, Chris, Lovie, Nancy, Pedro and Our adopted family in BRAZIL,  The Windcross Convservacy and those beautiful Spanish Mustangs known as "pocket ponies"... the dolphins , always our most remarkable dolphins!!!

AND for:

Anne, Jim, JADE, Cynthia, Joseph, Cathy Madden, Nathan, and her family., Cindy in NC, Liz, Lee, Molly, Joanie, Jude, COFA, Judi, Ken, Matthew, Nick, Matt, Mark's family and many friends , Pat, Irene, Kevin, Dr D, Deb, Randy, Dr B, Isabelle, Kelsey, Sabrina , Charlie and family, Jean, Julie, Rhonda, Victoria, Mildred, Andi and family, Faith, Denise, Jim, Tom, Joey, Shelby friends and family, Judi, Phylis, Joyce, Gina, Tonya, Beverly and Family, Janeth, Melissa,Virginia, Stacey, Elizabeth, Nita, Gary Siegal, Adrienna, Brian Mawbey, the Boyan Family, Jean R and friend Christy Rider, Victoria and hubbie, Stephen, Gayle, Steph, Chris, Erica, Eileen, John, Mindy, Jack, Susan Werth Becken, her brother Mike and family, Craig James Lightfoot and his family, Kenny, Audrey, Ed Saner, Patty Crowley, Bennie, Gail, Jonathan, Moe, Beverly, Dennis, Peter, Trish, Cynthia, Heidi and her family, Kathy Knights family, Edith Vaughn, Candy, Cynthia, Jenn, Eve, Edith, Jason, Karen, Linda, Joyce, Belinda, Jeanette, Jennifer, Patti, Sandy S, and . .. 

(Feel free to let me know if you would like to add your/or a friends name to our prayer bowl.

Walk in beauty

Wednesday, March 12, 2014


Treasure the memories, they are the precious moments from our past that add meaning to our now, to our future. They create the foundation on which we build our tomorrows. Memories capture for us moments spent with loved ones, experiences held, things discovered and lessons we have already learned. Nuggets of truths to live by. They fill our hearts. Memories can be held and cherished forever. They are gifts our lives allow us to play and replay in our souls. Sharing memories enriches the lives of those we grow closer to in the sharing. Good times, fun times, sad times,  memories can recalled over and over help us remember the value, time spent, miles walked and purpose of our past. Of course some memories are so sacred we choose to hold them only within rather than share them! 

In balance we acknowledge that sad memories, and bad memories are also woven into our past. We have learned from these too. Some, because we value the lesson learned return to us when we need to revisit the lesson, or to provoke caution. To aide us in not repeating the same error. This too has value. I caution you though not to dwell on these, save the lesson but do not get stuck in the story. Anchor it in your reservoir of knowledge. Make the truth your own, then let the details of this bad memory go. The lesson is important, the details only return you to that dark moment.  Sad memories can add balance to our lives. Like the memory of a loved ones death. The feelings of loss come back strongly. Often with great clarity of detail. They seem somehow etched into who we are. This, is because the loved one lost was and continues to be important to us. We are shaped by those we have loved, those we love now. Threads woven into the tapestry of our lives, remain with us. They will always be a part of us. There may be those times we just have to burn the past that keeps us from moving on, those things that keep you stuck in the mud of despair... Those things that no longer serve you, nor when thinking about them, no longer feel good. One can sort through it, burn it,let it go,or gently find a place for it to fit...

The challenge is to soften the memory of the actual loss with recalling moments spent with our loved one when we shared precious moments in life. So turn gently from the feelings of loss, to the memories of time well spent with your loved one. Capture a moment where you laughed together, or held each other. Savor those moments. Honor your loved one by celebrating their life. The moments you spent together with joy.
Acknowledge the loss. Set the painful feeling aside briefly and really recall one glorious day spent together. Some cluster of hours shared. Feel those feelings. Recall those details.
Fill in the details. Savor them. This kind of memory brings it’s own lift. A smile replaces the tears.

Henry David Thoreau, in Walden wrote:  The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning and evening. It is the little stardust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.”

Today I ask you,to sit a moment and bask in a pleasant memory.
Experience the moment. Recall the details. What did the experience you remember make you feel. What sounds are in the background? Are there smells, fragrances that you associate with the memory? Is your memory of a place, a person or an event? Really sit with the feeling. If the details are vague, invest the time needed to recapture the moment.
Let your mind wander around in the memory. Are more details coming to you? Sift through them like fine sand on a beach; hold precious those that touch your soul while tenderly let the rest sift through your hands...

and believe in tomorrow...

I wish you enough,
(more later) ~