Entanglement

About twenty years ago, my mother gave me a copy of Conversations With God. I secretly said, “pfffftt,” and shelved it. It sat there, gleaming white and pristine, beckoning me—nay, taunting me, daring me to read it. When I finally acquiesced, it literally changed my life. As you can see, I have quite a collection of works by Neale Donald Walsch, more than twenty in fact. I have read them all—some several, several times! My original copy of Book 1 is now care worn, highlighted and annotated in different pens, pencils and scripts. I wouldn’t want it any other way. These books began, for me, a long period of self reflection and healing what was broken inside. They are still relevant. They are still powerful. They still move me to tears. I feel very blessed and so thankful for my mother who slipped a book into my hands hoping I would find something of myself that was lost. I did, and a whole lot more... Highly recommend. Start with Book 1, go slow, take it in and feel the aaahhhh wash over...

I call days like today, high pressure blue, and they are my favorite. They almost always follow stormy weather—sharp color, crisp breeze, a rising half-moon, does it get any better than this? For me, the answer is no. This day can erase weeks of sadness. This day reminds me of unlimited potential waiting to become breathing reality. This day is a day to reset. Focus. Listen. I hear the faraway shrill of a soaring hawk, the cacophony of caws from a murder of unseen crows and the sweet peeps of birds hiding deep in the neighbor’s Leyland Cypress. I am humbled and ever so grateful for Life. It has been a good day. Peace

First light Songbirds Morning dew Crisp inhale Hot coffee Loyal friend Warm embrace Favorite chair Laughter Golden hour A good book Quiet thoughts Happy memories Sharing just a few of my favorite things. Living in the moment, I have learned to count many things once taken for granted, as divine. I do this daily, and I do it often. I seek to find all the beauty of the day... What are some of your favorite things?

Somewhere, between Spring and Summer, there lies a perfect morning waiting to be born. It will be a day of abundant sunshine, clear blue skies and an ever so slight breeze that brings with it the fragrant smells of sweet alyssum and geranium. I imagine a smile forms on my lips as I close my eyes, tilt my head back and inhale. The Earth is alive with the sounds of songbirds and honey bees. My best friend drops a slobber covered ball at my feet and I open my eyes just in time to catch the N number on a low flying single engine Cessna. This, as yet, unborn perfect day, will include fresh squeezed lemonade, and a garden hose, a wet dog and an abundance of laughter. Morning floral perfume will be replaced by late afternoon lighter fluid and charcoal grills, hamburgers and hot dogs flaming under black enameled lids. Full tummies and sun-kissed pink cheeks take a moment to stargaze at Ursa Major and Leo...can they be as easily recognized as Orion? He dominated the night sky just a few months ...

Well, we made it to December. As we close out 2020, I imagine sliding down a black diamond slope on a rubber innertube, waiting for the inevitable crash at the end. I feel like Miss Lucinda Yasmin, here, a bit crazy-eyed and overdressed for the occasion. This year has not been without hardships, for all of us, but it has certainly been a year to recognize how much we are blessed, and truly grateful for so many things. I invite you to take a moment, especially if it's been a rough one, and focus on every good thing in your life because this moment is all we have. There is no yesterday. There is no tomorrow. There is only now. One of the biggest life lessons I learned this year, is to let go of worry, a little bit anyway. Lack of patience and an abundance of worry are two huge defects of character that I have relegated to never be master of in this lifetime, however, at the end of each day I ask myself...did God take care of you today? The answer is always yes. And so it follows...t...

Looking out the window at slow drizzle falling from dull gray, overcast skies...if my life had a lover, it would be a day such as this. Absent is the cold bite of an Arctic front, sadly, not a perfect day, but close. Mist collects on loropetalum leaves until a single drop of water is born, then quickly dies, slipping quietly away to unknown universes on the ground. Bright red maple leaves, soaked to the bone, release their grip from skeletal limbs one by one, accepting their fate. A mass of red, blankets sleeping zoysia until she awakens next spring. I live for quiet moments. These singular, eternal moments, stretch into forever and make up the tapestry of Life. Find beauty where you can. Be humble. Be kind. Give thanks. Peace

My twin towers. I look at them every day, so I will #neverforget as if that’s even a remote possibility. I was fortunate to be a part of NYC for a short time in my life, and once she gets inside your heart, she never lets go. My 9/11 moment, was watching United 175 strike the South Tower, live on Good Morning America. My reaction was visceral and my mind exploded like the images in front of me thinking of the flight crew and passengers on board. I have tried to imagine myself in their stead a thousand times, having been a flight attendant based in New York so many years ago. On Hudson approach to LaGuardia, I never failed to sneak a peak at those towers, standing sentinel to all of NYC. It simply was, magical. I was never more proud to be an American than in the days and months that followed that hellacious day. We were One, if only for a time. Perhaps that is the true meaning behind, never forget. All diversity was forgotten and we were all just...people, of one race, human, united i...