Beautiful Mind


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Happy International Women’s Day

Thanks mom for being a strong role model! To quote Elizabeth Gilbert, I love and admire all the women in my life for their strength and grace, who got that way not because shit worked out, but because shit went wrong and they handled it in a thousand different ways on a thousand different days! You are my heroines!


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Taking a Stand



There are so many events happening in this world at the moment that seem so unfair, cruel, and well let’s be honest, inhumane.  We cannot fight each and every moment we are awake, but we can choose to exist in love and within that love to choose something to hold onto, a cause, another soul to uplift in our close personal sphere or in the greater universe.  Hold onto the love, do the work with love in your heart, and shine your light onto the darkness so that it can be seen.  Take a stand, but do so with love.  

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How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. ~ Anne Frank


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The Past Cannot be Changed, The Future is Yet in your Power

Days have turned into nights some thousands of times since I lost you. I very much dislike the use of the word “lost” as it implies that you have been misplaced somewhere, that you couldn’t find your way home from work or some such thing. I did not lose you, did not throw you away, or misplace you. You died one morning, took your last breath, your heart stopped beating and you died on a cold metal table in a hospital in a room all alone with no loved ones present. It is more than my heart can bear most days.

You used to tell me that I would miss you when you were gone. Actually, you told me these things when we were arguing, and I would often think to myself in those moments, yeah right! You were right, of course, and I do miss many things about you. The first of which is your laughter! You could fill a building with your laughter and get everyone laughing, most often over almost nothing at all, although I am sure it was often the sound of your laughter that made others laugh. That and you always lost your neck when you laughed hard, which in turn made us all laugh even more.

I also miss talking with you. You had a brilliant mind and could discuss almost anything, but my personal favorite was discussing history and the events that shaped it. I learned so much from you and grew from the experience.  We could talk about almost anything. We valued talk in our home, never eating a meal with a television set on, and always discussing the day, events and life. It filled my soul to the brim. I miss your talk.

Your presence, oh how I miss your presence. You had such a commanding voice and person that everyone would notice you if that was what was called for, and on the other hand you blended in with the very basic of humanity, never calling attention to yourself. You blended in with the rich and the poor alike, the brainiest as well as the simple man, the white-collar and the blue-collar workers. You represented over the road semi-truck drivers and you fit right in with them just as equally as you did with the other lawyers, the judges, and the movers and shakers of the corporate world. You were a simple man, and yet so much more complex.

I miss the provider you were, the trips we took, the life we enjoyed as a family. I will never have this way of being again, for you died that morning on a cold metal table, you left this earthly realm. We are all simply doing our best to exist in your absence. I miss you. It is almost Valentine’s Day, and while I remember many of them, I mostly recall the moments, for it is in the simple moments that life is made.



Then there was this message today while I was out on a run.IMG_4836

A hawk is a power animal, often considered as a messenger who brings messages from the spirit world and the unseen.  I love love this symbolism, and am going to take it as a gift from my husband to me.  What joy there is to be found all around us if we notice the little moments!

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Sweet Soul

You don’t get to choose how you’re going to die. Or when. You can decide how you’re going to live. Now. ~ Joan Baez

It has been a rough morning around this place I call home. Waking to our very old and sweet dog not doing well. I am able to write now because after making him scrambled eggs, which he ate and then his own dog food, some water, and visited outside, he is lying next to me on his comfy bed and seems for the moment to not be suffering.

He now has a second comfy bed to lie on during the day so that his old bones can have a little rest. He has parathyroid disease and his calcium is very high. During this past year his breathing has become more labored, he can no longer hike with me, and he takes Rimadyl every day for the pain in his hips.

His name is Chesky. We got him in 2004 after a friend suggested the Goldendoodle breed to our family. My husband finally agreed we could get this very expensive “mutt” as long as he could name him. I immediately conceded on the name, although I always thought he picked funny dog names. He came up with Cesky Krumlov after the city in the Czech Republic, one of our favorites and in our family if it was Czech it was the best! My husband was Czech.

My step-son got married that summer to a Czech girl (of course), in the Czech Republic. It was a wonderful 2-week European vacation with family and friends. In the late summer, specifically Labor Day weekend, the newlyweds came to the United States for a wedding party in Minnesota for extended family. After the party, my son and I returned home to Colorado, and my husband went on a business trip. We picked up our new puppy on the way home from the airport! What fun it was to see this little guy curled up on my son’s lap. We were ready for this dog, and going to train him correctly this time around! We had a crate, I read all kinds of training manuals and he was going to be raised to be a well-behaved dog.

I was just about to begin group classes for Chesky in early November when one morning I awoke to my husband saying he did not feel well. Turns out he wasn’t well, his aorta tore and he died within a few hours. There went the dog training. To be honest, I almost got rid of the dog a few months later as it was all too much to embrace, taking care of all that needed to be done with a very complicated Estate (to say the least), trying to raise a 12-year-old boy, and a new puppy. I will never forget sitting on the kitchen floor crying and telling my son we had to get rid of the dog, and my son consoling me saying we couldn’t, we needed him. Turns out he was right, we did need this beautiful soul to nurture us through the rough road that lie ahead. Every day this sweet gentle soul greeted us with love, was mostly nonjudgmental . . . okay, he hates it when anyone raises their voice, or cries for no reason. He actually goes to the door and rings his bell to go outside. So, he did keep us in line over the years, whenever things got heated and my son and I started to verbally get into it, the dog always brought us back to reality.

Today I am sitting on the floor again, nurturing and loving this beautiful soul. I am blessed to have had such a wonderful dog, perhaps a once in a lifetime dog. My son has long since left the nest and lives on the other side of the world in New Zealand. He hopes to come home at the end of the year for a visit, and we are praying our sweet dog lives that long. My guess is he may not, and I won’t let him suffer. He has given so much love, joy, guidance, and more to the both of us that I can never thank him enough. Today I made him scrambled eggs to get him to eat, and I will do the same every day that I remain blessed to have him by my side, and this is how I choose to live . . . in loving kindness, with gratitude for all that sweet Chesky has given to our family.


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Letting Love Flow

May you learn to dwell
Below the surface of the days
At home with the ebb and flow of
Your own heart’s tides.
May you find the womb space at the center of your Life,
There grow wise in the sacred rhythm
Of filling and emptying,
Emptying and filling.
There, held safe,
May you surrender to the unknown
As completely as the dark moon
Empties herself into the secret embrace of her Beloved, the Sun.
There may you cherish hope of renewal
As tenderly as the crescent moon
Cradles the dark in the curve of her arm,
Enfolding, quickening with life new born.
And may you always open to the flow of love
As voluptuously as the moon at full,
Until filled, overflowing, you pour
Love’s gifts out into the world.
So may you grow ever more intimate
With the inward way, the deepening way,
Where filling is emptying, emptying is filling ~
At one with the mystery, at one.

~ from the poetry of Tracy Shaw



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