Thinking about all these beautiful things today and how lucky I am to have them in my life.
All is well here, keeping very busy, and some personal life changes happening. It’s all good stuff though.
I hope you are well.
I dash into the next room (on the other side of the wall where I was working), and sure enough, my glass piggy bank I had as a child – which are no longer made in glass – was in a million pieces on the floor. Next to it was the ceramic frame I bought in Copenhagen which housed an old photo of me, my dad, my brother and sister when we were very very young. It was lying face up, unharmed, on a rug.
I tried really hard to keep it together. I told myself that nothing was forever and I couldn’t take the piggy bank with me and I need to practice detachment yada yada blah blah blah…
I was good until I started vacuuming. I kept the dogs out of the room for fear of getting glass shards in their feet and started to pick up the pieces. I was fine with the pieces and then I looked at the frame. Perfectly preserved, not a scratch or nick, with my siblings and my dad’s face staring right at me.
I used to enjoy working on household projects with my dad. He was so patient and knowledgeable, a real handy man. He liked to help me fix things, and when I did it myself, and did it right, he would say “that’s right daughter”. I can still hear his voice in my head when I work alone now saying “use the right tool for the right job”, “get closer to your work”, “put the tools down in one place so you can find them again”. He got to help me with a few things around this house before he died. I’m glad for that.
It’s been almost 20 years I’ve been in this house, and almost 30 that I have lived here in Florida. I guess what I was feeling – and have been for awhile now – is how much I miss him, and miss the rest of my family that live so far away.
I’ve been cleaning and purging and making small repairs as a way to prepare to move, kind of a step out in faith, since I honestly have no set date to move. I just have a feeling, you know? Like intuition is telling me, and now the universe is, with this picture frame. Time to let go of the past, and go to where your heart is calling. And dad will still be there to help me.
We visited family over the holidays and puppies got to come with, which was nice for all of us. My brother came by for a short visit, puppies greeted him at the door, he sat down, and they all proceeded to sit on/next to/with him. Duke even got to snoring after a minute! I told my brother that he couldn’t leave, he would disturb the dogs.
I hope you all had a good holiday. Safe, fun, and as stress free as possible.
Now it’s time for a nap. I’m right there with you.
Enjoy your day.
My mother in law is now free from suffering.
She died around 630a today.
So I sit with puppies next to me, with some tea and meditation music, and think of her.
As much as I loved my long hair, it just got to be too hot to handle.
No pun intended.
Too much maintenance, it took too long to dry, and I was always wearing it up because it’s so damn humid here.
So I cut it just below my shoulders. Then the nape of my neck. Then, after mowing the grass one Saturday, I said to hell with it and cut it short.
Have you ever had this happen to you? You go to the hair cutting place, show them a photo, talk about it, think you’re on the same page, and you walk out of there looking nothing like the photo?
Yeah, that’s what happened.
I started to freak out. Shit, she cut off a lot of hair. I can feel the air on the back of my head. What the hell just happened?! Oh crap, people are going to think I look like a boy!
But, that’s not what happened.
I got a lot of compliments. I got a lot of oohs and ahhs and ‘so pretty!’. I got ‘look at yo sexy self’, and even a few ‘come hither’ looks. After all I’ve been through lately, it was just the shot in confidence I needed. I feel like the haircut was a positive pivot point in my life. Unlike Samson, my shorn hair has given me strength and confidence that I haven’t had in years. And it’s shaved (pun intended) precious minutes on my morning grooming routine. I wake up and I look this good! Amazing!
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Day 1 of #stopdropashtanga and my three-legged girl decided she wants to play along too! What a sweetheart, I love her so much. 💕 This is a favorite part of my yard, with the bamboo, rose bush, and bougainvillea it's so pretty and restful. A perfect photo spot (even with the dog photo bomb). @zamalam @christinamgary @rebecca.hepburn @rypeace @rosebatignani @colure @theyogimovement @kajrox2002 @erickaks @earakas
Since today is Thanksgiving, I say we practice some gratitude today. After all, that’s what today is all about. Hug the kids (human and animal alike), give thanks for what you have, and for some things you don’t have, and be grateful that if you can read this, you are more fortunate than most in this world.
Oh, and naps. Take lots of naps. It shouldn’t be that difficult today.