Sunday, September 18, 2016

✿´¯`*•.¸¸✿ Windows to our Beautiful World ✿´¯`*•.¸¸✿

"Come to the woods for here is rest.  There is no repose like that of the green, deep woods   — John Muir   


When we judge others...energetically, we are trying to control their "wrong" behavior, however we are actually giving our power to them. The surprising thing is...we are actually judging ourselves. When we stay in judgment of another person we become stuck energetically in the past, while the individual we are judging, who shared a moment in time with us, has moved on. In this healing you will experience and learn for yourself how to let go of judgment and move on. 






Friday, September 16, 2016

Sunday, September 11, 2016

" I am Proud to be an American Where at Least I Know I'm Free"

The Moon Will Rise, the Sun Will Set, but we Won't Forget




Wednesday, September 7, 2016

✿´¯`*•.¸¸✿ ~ I Loved Her First ~ ✿´¯`*•.¸¸✿

To my daughter's husband:  Thank you for loving my daughter and seeing all of the wonders in her, her strengths, her vulnerabilities and her courage the likes of which I had never seen until she came into my life.  Thank you for taking such good care of her.  I couldn't ask for a better son-in-law.  I love seeing you two together and the life you have made together and will continue to make with your next exciting chapter.  I am so happy for you. She couldn't have found a better man than you.  Thank you, I love you two.


Thursday, September 1, 2016

"September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret." - Alexander Theroux


 "Smoke hangs like haze over harvested fields,
The gold of stubble, the brown of turned earth And you walk under the red light of fall The scent of fallen apples, the dust of threshed grain The sharp, gentle chill of fall. Here as we move into the shadows of autumn The night that brings the morning of spring Come to us, Lord of Harvest Teach us to be thankful for the gifts you bring us ..."
Autumn Equinox Ritual






Thursday, August 25, 2016

Forgive whenever you can, have compassion when you feel anger and regret. Remember we are all doing the best we can. I love you mom

February 26, 2002
 Dear Mom, I would give anything to know for sure that you knew I was in the room with you alone. I think all four of us had some time alone with you. You were on morphine and kept waking up asking me "dear, why am I so tired?" You had asked the nurses a few times to be sure the doctor knew you were a DNR.  I looked out the window and the snow flakes were huge and looked like they were falling in slow motion. I wanted to wake you up so you could see this out the window and have it be one of the last things you saw. Why was I so afraid to lay down next to you in the bed? So, I sat on the edge of the bed describing the snowfall out the window. I didnt know how deep you were into your morphine sleep, but when you heard "Birdie's" voice you squeezed my hand. My thoughts suddenly were how do you grieve for a dying mother. There is no handbook on this.  I decided to just sit there and love you.  When I had to leave I felt confident, sort of, that my three sisters and I would be able to sit with you the next day and be with you when you passed.  The next morning as we were all getting ready to go in and be with you, we got the call that when they were trying to move you to a private room you had a heart attack and died.  I remember the terrible fear you had of falling, mostly since that awful fall in Florida. I am sorry we were not there at the exact time you passed. I wish you knew were all on our way.
I want to thank you for a specific memory I have - When we would go to Hermit Island every summer in Maine and camp with our cousins, the drive was extremely long.  You would work during the year cutting out pictures for us and when we got in the back seat of the car (4 of us side by side) for the very long ride, we each had a packet of images we had to try and locate on the long trip and check off our lists, i.e., Howard Johnson's, Texaco station, Volkswagen, etc. - It kept us occupied trying to outdo one another. 
I remember waking up in the tent every morning on Casco Bay to the smell of bacon and coffee you were making.  I could smell and hear the ocean- beautiful Casco Bay.  I could hear the Coleman stove firing. I have a faint memory of Dad teaching me to swim in the Lily Pond. I have a photo of it.  We would go climbing on the rocks with our chisels hammers to extract the beautiful garnets which happens to be my birthstone. In my darkest moments I conjure up these memories. I hope you have peace now mom. I miss you.
                                                                            Mom this one's for you.
Marion Louise Howard