When Love Comes Calling Follow Your Heart

Any season of the year is a season when finding love is always a reason to give thanks and be happy. With the Christmas season upon us, it is especially a season to find and share love. This is a glimpse of my story and taking a chance on love .

I am not a spring chicken, by any means, but at 77 years old, I feel young at heart and full of enthusiasm for life. I always have followed my heart in matters of love, though sometimes, I have made poor choices. For the past four years, I have been in a period of transition since the death of my husband, and it has taken a long time for me to come out of my shell and reclaim the joyful young woman that I used to be. I am kind of like Julia Roberts, in Eat, Pray, Love, in that sense, only I did not have to travel the world, as she did. So recently, I went to a dating site, Plenty of Fish.com, with the intention to meet people, mainly for exposure to new friendships. I did not really expect to find anything .

In the meantime, a thoughtful young man put his grandfather on the same dating site, just to see what was out there, but grandpa did not expect any results. Lo and behold, three weeks ago, we met for a three hour lunch, with unending conversation, because we had so much in common, including the fact that we both had a son named Bruce and a daughter named Donna. From then on , it was like a flower unfolding it's petals to being a blossom in full bloom.

I had always thought that I would be content living alone in my condo and doing my volunteering at the Clinic , caring for loved ones and doing my artwork. But recently, I have seen and talked to many people who wished that they had a different sort of life, but they did nothing about changing it. I believe that change in our lives is good and it keeps our minds active and helps us to be more interesting when wconnect with other people and grow in our relationships. It is too easy to settle into routine when one is alone and I did not want that for myself, so I spread my wings in a leap of faith, that God would guide my path. We both feel that God has directed our feet unto this path and given us a the gift of Love and granted us time to share our remaining years sharing together, sharing love, laughter and whatever else may come. We know that we have been given another chance at happiness as a compatible twosome, because we are willing to take a chance and follow our heart.

It is a small miracle and if our story rekindles love in at least one person's life, it will have accomplished it's purpose.

A Visit To Como Conservatory and Zoo

Last Friday, my friend and I took a brief escape from the ice and snow of early winter, and whiled away some peaceful hours at Como Conservatory. It is one of my favorite places to visit and has been since 1962 when we lived in Roseville, and my little ones and I would spend hours in that area at the zoo, doing rides for the children and feeding the ducks over on the pond by that beautiful pavillion. Bruce and Donna and I loved to ride the paddle boats there and watch the ducks swimming along side of us.

The conservatory has expanded over the years and now has added the Tropical Rain Forest, with Chloe, the sloth who always hangs out in her tree, the Fern Room, Bonsaii Room, a very nice gift shop and a good cafeteria. Of all of the rooms, I enjoy the seasonal changing Sunken Garden, with that beautiful statue of a slender maiden poised overlooking the water lily pond. When I walk into the Conservatory, I immediately get a sense of tranquillity as the warm and humid tropical air engulfs me. The sight of a variety of orchids on some of the trees and landscape adds a special rainbow of colors to the lush greenery within. The peaceful flow of water bubbling out of fountains and flowing over rocks awakens and calms the senses as nothing else. At times, I have seen a solitary person simply sitting on a bench, writing or sketching so as to carry their impressions as a constant reminder of a haven to seek when in need.

We walked awhile outside in the sunshine, but the wind was cold and we cut short seeing all of the animals. However, we saw the two large polar bears, who were twin brothers, and happy to be back in their new surroundings with a nice indoor area covered with hay, and two open doorways which led them to the water for swimming or drinking. They looked pretty content in their surroundings.

The baby giraffe was a beauty also, and we were told that , like snowflakes, no two giraffes have the same identical spotted markings. They are a graceful animal with a long neck and such a small head and pretty face perched atop that neck.

In the summertime , we will visit all of the animals as well as walk the many well kept walkways that are spread throughout the park. The butterfly garden, which is across from the conservatory, is also a favorite spot of mine because it attracts so many pretty butterflies. I remember fondly, walking through the tent, that housed a large collection of butterflies which were gathered from around the world. It was like music to the spirit to watch them flutter among the many flowers which attracted them.

The simple joys of ordinary moments spent enjoying nature, or an artistic experience, are like sunshine for the soul and can brighten any cold and wintery day, just by recalling them to the window of our mind. Let us always try to find beauty in the world of nature around us, or in the spirit of loving relationships.

Everyday Miracles

People think of miracles as being some dramatic, eye opening event that changes the course of their life. I do not feel that way because I have had many ordinary miracles happen in my everyday life, in answer to prayers. Back in 1957, when we lived in Clarendon Hills, Illinois, my first one that I recall happened.

I had this wonderful little dog, Susie, that I loved so much. She was the prettiest tan and white fox terrier with the most loving disposition. Susie was so dainty that if I gave her a tiny biscuit, she would take it to a carpet and break it in two before she ate it. She was my baby before my children came along, so she was a special addition to my life.

I always would put Susie outside with her leash attached to a long wire runway so she could get her exercise, unless I would go for a walk with her. One day, however, she somehow got loose and I could not find her anywhere. I cried and called her name but she was nowhere to be found. I tearfully prayed for the return of my beloved dog from wherever she might be. Not long after that, as I searched the big yard for her, I looked up toward the house and there she was standing, just looking at me. To me, that was a miracle and an answer to my prayer.

One other time, we had a large herd of wild cattle that was delivered to us from Montana. They were used to running free on the range. My husband had them unloaded into a large wooded pasture to graze until time came for branding and resale. A team of six men came to gather them in but failed miserably to do the job. My husband was away most of the time so I was left to tend the farm and I was determined to capture those cattle becauase I knew there must be a way. My younger farm helper and I set up a hog wire fence in a oval shape near the woods, and hung corn stalks from the fence to tempt them. We waited while I earnestly prayed that they would come. I know you may not believe me, but after an hour or so, the cattle came slowly walking in a single row over to that handmade corral and went in and stayed there, even though it was only 4 feet high and they could have jumped over it. It was then and now, a miracle in every sense of the word. A simple answer to an earnest prayer.

There have been so many everyday miracles in my life, not just in answer to prayers, but the very fact that each day comes to us bringing miracles all around us and they happen in ordinary ways. The transition of a butterfly from a cocoon or the dainty flowers that lift out of the earth in the springtime to share their beauty and fragrance, are a few of those everday miracles which brighten our lives. In this month of Thanksgiving, and always, let us give thanks for the blessings and small miracles that touch our lives every day of the year. Sharing our stories with one another also will enrich the lives of others who know that anything is possible when we believe in miracles.

A Visit To The History Center

Friday of this past week my daughter and I spent some enjoyable time together, as friends as well as mom and daughter. First, we visited the History center, in St. Paul, where we marvelled at the beautiful building itself and the well organized displays.

We saw a replica of that beautiful ice palace that was on display at the St. Paul winter carnival many years ago. I had seen it when it was on display back then and it was probably one of the best ice palaces ever.

The featured display was on Chocolate and it carried one through the evolution of chocolate, beginning with the cocao tree and it's large pods that were produced, filled with the cocao seeds. The pods were a valuable tool of trade way back among the Incas and Mayans, because the trees did not grow everywhere, only under the canopy of a tropical rain forest. The display forbid any cameras to be used so no pictures were taken.

There was also the tornado tunnel, a favorite for the children and grown ups, because it simulated the heavy tornadoes that passed through the here, mostly around the Shakopee and Fridley area, back in the late 60's or early 70's. We went into a small room, a radio was broadcasting the weather alerts, and through the window shown here, one could see it getting darker and hear the deafening sound of the tornado. It must have been very frightening for those involved, because it also brought fear to us in the room.

There was so much more to see at the History Center, including the Greatest Generation, which included my generation. It showed the clothing styles, houseware, kitchen decor, various wind ornaments, a soda fountain, juke box and so much more.

Our tour being finished, we ventured to Selby Avenue and visited the Paper Patisserie where we browsed through the card collection and many unique gifts. Lunch at the Cheeky Monkey topped off the day. That very busy Grill was an attraction to everybody, judging by the crowds, and the food was not to be equalled. It was so good! It was a fun time shared with Donna, my daughter. Sharing time and making memories together with a favorite person is the golden thread that binds us in love for one another and the memories will linger long after we are no longer able to be together. It is so important for each of us to use and treasure our todays so that the our tomorrows will be filled with happy remembrances.

Franconia Sculpture Park

Finally, today on this beatiful Fall day, I managed to stop and tour the Franconia Sculpture Park. Located at the junction of #8 and 95, it has been there since 2004. My deceased husband, Dave and I, always had intention of stopping there to wander through, but like so many things in life we put it off for another day. Dave would have loved being there with me today.

It is a 20 acre area, partially supported by East Central Arts Council Grants and by donations from private citizens. My handy little Kodak Easy Share did not know when to stop clicking because there was so many wonderful artistic creations to be appreciated. There was a huge pirate ship constructed, piece by piece, by one single young woman artist, whom I interviewed. There was a big frog, an old shack that hung suspended in the air, a large sculpture out of aluminum cans that resembled a fish blowing in the wind and some unique metal and wood works.

I spoke with a couple of the artists who were working there and learned more about the program. Apparently some of the artists come from all over the U.S. as well as some from Europe. They stay until their project is completed and then move on.

When the display has run it's one year course, it is either moved to another sculpture park, sold, or dismantled.

In the summer, the park, which is open from dawn to dusk, has concerts and programs for children to participate in making sculptures. The sculpture park is a fun place where families can walk, play and touch the objects. Many are designed as opportunities for children to climb in and explore. It is so easy to live in an area a long time and not even realize the unbelievable beauty and creativity that is right in our own backyard. I will surely visit the park again and I invite you to do the same.

Thrift Stores.. The Fun Way To Shop

In these days of a tight economy, it seems there are thrift stores popping up everywhere, like stray flowers that have been sown by the wind. They are great money savers for todays young families with children or those on a very tight budget. But, believe me, you can find some fantastic bargains, if you allow time to browse through what somebody else has simply grown tired of. Also, in consideration of the environment and recycling, it is doing us all a favor.


Thrift stores carry everything from clothing for all ages, furniture, books, movies, toys, childrens cribs, strollers and Johnny Jump Ups, to dishes, glassware, foral arrangements, antiques, and more.


I have a dear friend who runs a daycare, and she regularly shops at the thrift store and finds the greatest bargains. Her well managed Cheryl's Day Care is so perfectly organized and has only the best activity toys and games there for the little ones, much of which has been purchased at the local Family Pathways in Forest Lake. Not only does shopping there help the shopper, but it supports the fine work of Family Pathways, which does so much good for the community.


There are so many beautiful dishes, some brand new sets, glassware and lots of the cutest Knick Knacks and shelves to put them on. My daughter often gets her little gifts there to give to secret pals. If somebody collects donkeys, for instance, she finds them or whatever else somebody enjoys and collects. It helps the pocketbook of the shopper and thrills the friend who gets a thoughtful gift.


It is actually fun to browse through another persons give aways and imagine the lives of the people who owned and loved them, for a short while. Very often, I give away many nice things, which I do not use and I hope they find a new home. Sometimes, I wish I had them back, like the pretty sweater, I once had and gave away, thinking I would not wear it anymore. But alas! When winters winds came blowing, I wanted to wear it again, because it had been hand made in Argentina.

These days, I see more and more friends and families visiting and shopping at their local thrift stores where they find bargains and see their neighbors doing the same thing. After all, life is all about sharing and caring and brightening our corners of the world to the best of our ability. When we share the good times and the bad together, that unites us all in brotherly love. And love makes the world go around, they say.

Where the Rivers Meet

Today was such a nice day, so I decided to revisit a favorite place of mine from when I first moved to this area in 1964. It is where the Sunrise and St. Croix Rivers meet at the part of the state park located in the town of Sunrise.

Sunrise is a small township located northwest of Lindstrom along #9, which leads to Harris. The community , which is very small, rests in a valley along the Sunrise River and near the State Park. If you turn on the dirt road past Janelle Jacobsens' Pottery studio, and follow the road, you will come to the park and fork of the two rivers. Summertime finds many of the younger crowd tubing the shallow and winding river as it heads to the St.Croix. It is very scenic and has a nice picnic area and several long and beautiful wooded trails to follow.

Enroute to the rivers, one passes the very old Sunrise cemetery which lies sheltered beneath large pine trees. It is the resting place for many of the early settlers and has a quiet beauty as one listens to the whisper of the breeze in the pines.

There is a town park on another part of the winding river that has a well maintained picnic area and has a large shelter for get togethers. One warm March day, years ago, my husband, Dave, and I had a little picnic there and we marvelled at how the warm spring sunshine made even a day in late winter, a day to be enjoyed. One has to seize the opportunity to enjoy life's little pleasures whenever they present themselves.

It seems that when a person lives in an area for a long time they always have nostalgic places that have special memories of many happy hours spent enjoying life's simple pleasures and nature's beauty. Perhaps, it is our way of connecting with our youth. I have always believed that if we seek out the places and people who touch our lives and awaken in us a feeling of belonging, we will find them. Perhaps it will be in our own backyard.

Old Barns and Apple Orchards

Why is it that so many people are fascinated by old

barns? Is it because they are reminders of days spent on grandma's farm in the country, and they feel a sense turning back time to those golden "olden days" of yore? Or is it because of the wonderful solid structure of those old buildings that endure the storms of the ages and still look strong and beautiful, with fading paint and weathered wood?

I think it is because each old barn has a story to tell, if we but listen. I took this picture today, of an old barn up in Centuria, Wisconsin. I went up there with a friend to visit an apple orchard and this barn was situated in the background amidst some tall evergreen trees. In the distance, the hills were alive with fall colors which are still a little shy of their peak. There

was a scent of smoke in the atmosphere from the bonfire that the caretaker had burning and that paired well with the cool autumn air. It reminded me of camping out on a cool evening and how comfortable and safe one feels when they sit in a circle around a campfire.

There was little shed with an awning overhang where a lady was selling bags of apples. A little white poodle was dancing in circles on it's leash, as it tried to play with some children nearby. The poodle reminded me of my little grey poodle, Charlie, who I usually put into my paintings. I still miss that dear little curly haired friend. It is amazing how we are reminded of other things in our past when our mind is triggered by something we see or hear. Whether it be an old barn, a little dog, or a song we hear, we are transported to something in our lives.


Besides the apple stand and barn, there was an old house, which had been turned into an art gallery with paintings by the local artists. I am always interested in other people's art works because of my own artistic endeavors. I found the works delightful, from watercolors, to yarn works from home spun yarns and some grand wood carvings. There was a little brick path leading to the house which meandered through a loosely scattered flower garden. Very artistic and enjoyable to be amidst on this very perfect fall day. May we enjoy many more days like today as we head toward those blissful Indian summer days that color our world so brilliantly, before winter whites arrive.

Celebrating Autumn

Autumn is a wonderful time of the year, and to me , it is one of my favorites. The other is springtime. I grew up in the upper peninsula of Michigan, where the maples, birch and poplars mingled with the pine trees to create a splendid autumn tapestry. However, in our area of Minnesota, near the St. Croix River and limestone bluffs that are dappled with red and gold clinging vines, the scenery is a photographer's dream. On a clear day, such as yesterday when I took my hike, with the blue sky above and sunlight caressing each leaf and vine, one can be bathed in peace and serenity.


As I walked along the river trail I could see eagles soaring overhead, majestic and graceful as they seemingly floated across the sky. We are so lucky to live in this area of Chisago County near the river, interstate park with hiking trails, and the ambiance of a small town like Taylor's Falls.

My children and grandchildren and I have hiked the Curtain Falls Trail for years and enjoyed the seasonal changes of flora and fauna. It is about one mile long, but a very steep climb in the beginning and though I used to be the one running ahead, now I find it is easier to stop along the way . The pull of gravity is very noticeable on the climb. The park crew do an excellent job of maintenance of the trail by clearing fallen trees and putting in steps, handrails and small wooden bridges as needed.


It is so easy, as one drives by in a car, not to notice the colorful bluffs, especially when sunlight almost makes the glow, and they are a background for colorful foliage that could be a car stopper, except there is no turn off there anymore. I had to park at the boat landing a hike back up the incline to take photos before they faded with time.




On my hike back, I spotted the loveliest little lime green vine with a tiny aster like lavendar flower clinging to it, sitting in the bright sunlight beneath a large oak tree.

Autum gives so many gifts which beg us to slow done our fast pace in life and savor their brief moment in time. Sometimes, in the most unusual places we can find hidden treasures, just waiting to be seen and enjoyed. It truly is the little things in our everyday lives that make each day worthwhile, whether it be enjoying nature walks, visits with a friend, or a kind word or smile. They all can make a world of difference to us and others.

It is fitting, that at the end of summer, we have autumn coming to us, dressed in her finest array and gently leading us into into the season ahead , of winter whites and a time for the earth to rest, until the circle of seasons begins again in the springtime. Our lives are similar to the seasons, following the same slow, yet everchanging pattern that takes us along the roadway of life. May we all find pleasure and peace on our journey.

Man's Best Friend

I'd like to share a brief synopsis of a true story about a man and a dog, based on a Hallmark movie I saw on Sunday night. It was called, Hachi, A Dog's Story. The movie starred Richard Gere portraying Parker Wilson, a music professor at a school in Rhode Island , and it is based on a true story that was made into a film in Japan, in the 80's and later shown around the world.

Hachiko, or Hachi, as he was usually called , was a puppy when he was shipped to Rhode Island, from Japan, in a crate, which dropped and broke open. As the story evolves, Parker happens upon the little lost dog where it was wandering the street in search of a friendly face and the two immediately become attached to one another. It was the beginning of a love story between man and dog.

At first, Parker's wife did not feel that a puppy would fit into their busy lifestyle, but with time and as she watched her husband playing with the little fella daily, she realized that their home would be Hachi's home. Every day, when Parker went off to the train station, which took him to work, Hachi would follow and return home to wait, until evening when he heard the train whistle signal his master's arrival home again. Immediately he was off, like a streak of lightening, to sit on the low brick wall that circled around the town fountain, until he saw, Parker come through the gates. Hugs and doggie kisses poured out his affection to his owner and were returned with a joyous greeting. This went on for many years.

One day, Parker did not come home because he had suffered a massive coronary and passed away. Hachi did not understand what had happened and for over nine years, he would faithfully go to sit at his usual place near the train station. In the evenings he would sleep under a broken train carriage so as to be nearer to the station. The kind people in town knew Hachi and his story and always saw that he recieved food and water. Many tried to take care of him but he was faithful to only the one he loved and lost.

As the seasons came and went, Hachi became weary with age and finally one last evening he went to wait for Parker, where he put his tired head upon his paws and went to sleep for the last time. In spirit , he was once again joined with his beloved Parker to share forever after.

The story was so touching because of such love and devotion that was displayed by that faithful dog that I could not help but cry for him. Stories that touch the heart with such love and faithfulness make us realize that we can learn to be more devoted and loving to one another. Pets can teach us how to live together as brothers and sisters in a world that is sometimes cruel. However, kindness and love will always light our path so that we can be sensitive to the needs of others, if we open our hearts and minds to appreciating the many blessings around us each day.

The people of that little town in Rhode Island, erected a life sized statue of Hachi which sits on the very spot where he always waited, faithful to the very end. It is a fitting reminder of the faithfulness and love between a dog and his beloved master.

A Visit To Door Peninsula

It has been years now since my family and I visited the Door Peninsula in Wisconson. The year that National Geographic published an article and nice photos of that lovely peninsula , which jutted out into Lake Michigan, from Green Bay, we wer inspired to venture there.

My son and daughter were at the young age that they really enjoyed the discovery of a new vacation spot and were good travellers. At that time, I was not doing any photography or sketching, so alas, I have no special photos to share, except memory pictures.



Cherry trees are abundant there and when we went, the trees were in blossom and a heavenly sight to behold, and then the fragrance of pink blossoms filled the air. It was not the current hot spot that it is now.. That made it all the more of a nice family discovery area as the children were able to play on the sandy beach and look for pretty rocks without a crowd around. The waves of Lake Michigan splashing on the shore line made us feel like we were near an ocean.


The famous Fish boil, which they were noted for, was indeed an enjoyable treat. On Friday night, they built a big fire over which a large cast iron kettle hung cooking the fish and at just the right time, they added potatoes and vegetables. When it was done, they let the kettle boil over and we were ready to enjoy. It is hard to believe how very good that tasted because it sounds so simple. It was a crowd pleaser.


Living in the country on a family farm, we did still manage to take vacations with the children. Often, we would go tenting to the Dakotas, Colorado or up north in Minnesota. It was always an adventure and built good memories for the children especially. With the tenting bit , there were some rainy days or days when we woke up on a flat air mattress that were not so memorable, but all in all, it was good family time and provided bonding with one another and nature.


Sharing happy moments of relaxation and discovery with family and friends builds the strong ties that bind. Getting to know and love one another unites us so that in times of joy or sadness we are there for each other, for the good times and the bad. Whether we realize it or not, people do need each other, like Barbra Streistrand used to sing " People Who Need People Are the Luckiest People in the World." Therte is an element of truth to that.



We took a ferry out to Washington Island and enjoyed hiking the sandy shores and hills and had a picnic of crackers and island smoked fish. The ferry ride, for the children, was a highlight. There is such a wonderful feeling one gets by being surrounded by water and splashing waves on the shoreline. It is a feeling of peacefulness and relaxation.


When we left the peninsula, we shopped a bit in Green Bay, and my young son somehow lost his wallet which contained a small amount of money, perhaps five dollars, which was alot then. He was sad but what a surprise when ,one day, it arrived in the mail from some kind person who returned it, money and all. It is so good to know that there are honest and caring people in the world who are conscientious travellers on the road of life.

Almelund Apple Fest 2010

The grey and cool beginning today turned out to be a fantastic and perfect day for the Almelund Apple Fest. I have never been there before, in all the years I have lived in the area, but I was so glad to experience such a happy event. Families and friends gathered together on the gentle slopes beneath the tall trees which were dressed in shades of autumn.

A small group of musicians were serenading the eager crowd while all around folks shopped at vendor's stalls selling everything from organic vegetables and apples to homemade crafts. There were antique cars giving people rides, like in the olden days, and children were having the time of their life. There were little white poodles on leashes enjoying the merriment of the crowd as they walked along with their owners.

A funny clown, dressed in a bright yellow suit and a head piece of wild orange hair to contrast his big red nose, walked around making jokes and bringing laughter to the children. He was camera shy, though. I enjoyed a delicious piece of homemade apple pie ala mode from a booth where all of the apple bakeries had been donated and funds raised were going to benefit the maintenance of the very old and wonderful log cabin. It appeared to be in excellent condition but, as with a home, there is always upkeep.


There were many handmade quilts in front of one of the old buildings and a quilt raffle was being held for some lucky person to have in their home.



Proceeds from the raffle also went to benefit the Almelund historic preservation project. It is so good for a community to get together on such a nice fall day and share friendship with one another, and make new friends while all the while benefiting their own community. I think perhaps these activities make a small town a warm community that people want to live in and raise their families in. There is a strong and invisible thread that unites people together when they share good times of laughter and relaxation after days of hard work in their ordinay lives.

I visited with a lady who raises beautiful summer flowers all season and sells them at various small town markets. She lives near the state park and has a little country garden which is at it's peak, in blooms, in July. She has been doing the Almelund Apple Fest for thirteen years now and always enjoys the festivities. I purchased a small bouquet of dried posies to remind me of my enjoyable day at the Apple Fest.

Small towns give us the opportunity to change our pace of living and join our friends and neighbors in celebrating the carefree, happy days of summer and the new season of autumn to follow. May there always be a reason in our lives to celebrate as we continue on our journey through life.

Watching the Clouds Go By

Do you remember when we were little children and how we would spin in a circle, with our eyes closed, until we got dizzy? Then we would lie down on the soft green grass and look at the sky and watch the clouds go by. There would so many playful shapes up there , dancing against a canopy of blue, such as puppy dogs with fluffy tails and ears or fairy tale animals that galloped along.


Sometimes, I think that we adults get ourselves into a dither trying to accomplish as much as we can in a short period of time. But I ask myself, why do we do that? I certainly have been guilty of it in my younger days when I worked from sunrise to past sunset, as if everything depended only on me. I often thought it really did. The lessons we learn in life come at a price we each must pay, but that is the only way to truly learn. We are never too old to learn something new and it is usually by trial and error


I try to take precious moments each day now to just sit quietly and watch nature around me. The little finches have been coming to my feeder daily to enjoy the thistle seed, which is always waiting for them. Their inner instinct guides them to food, shelter and migration in a perfect pattern. In our back garden there were some beautiful sunflowers last year that formed a mini forest of tall and stately yellow faces reaching toward the sun light. The simple wonders of nature are everywhere to remind us that we are a part of a greater creation where everything is planned to work in harmony.







I look out of my bedroom window and see the softly falling rain as it settles on each leaf of the large Japanese Lilac tree beyond my window. The air is sweet and fresh with the clean smell that only rain can bring.


Many a morning, I notice the soft shades of rose colors that bathe the fluffy clouds that are lit by the sunrise. The heavens above are an ever changing canopy where we can be like children and lose ourselves and let our imagination allow us to drift along among the clouds. Whether it is in the world of nature or in watching the clouds go by, we can find serenity and inner peace which nurture our spirits and create a oneness with ourselves and the universe.



I wish peace and serenity for each person who dances on this earth for the little while we are here.

A Pot of Chicken Soup

It is a chicken soup kind of day today, with light rain, cooler temperatures and grey skies. While I write this and smell my soup aroma drifting across the air, my mind drifts back to being back home in Crystal Falls, Michigan, on our family farm, when I wore a younger ladies clothes.


We had one of those wonderful old cream and pale green colored wood burning stoves that were one of man's best inventions , to my mind. It made our house a cozy home with all those wonderful features. The wood stove gave warmth, for family and for our little dog, Laddie, who always ran to curl up under the stove on a cold winter day. There was a double warming oven, and a water reservoir, so there was always warm water if needed.


Atop the stove, a tea kettle was always ready for a warm cup of cocoa or tea. That was especially good, when we came back from sleigh riding or skiing down our hill on a cold winter day. Whenever we came home from school, the kitchen was filled with such good smells of soup simmering on the stove or bread baking in the oven. Also, if the day was really windy and cold, we just opened the oven door to let out that wonderful heat.


As children, we always had jobs to do that centered around our stove. There was kindling to split, ashes to carry out and filling the reservoir with water. It was good to have a sense of being a needed person in the core of a family. Our efforts and time were all bound together in the circle of love that binds a family in the activities that makes a house a home.


Like little birds in a nest needing their mother's protection and care, children also need to feel the security and love of caring parents, somebody to shelter them from the big wide world beyond the walls of a home. I am blessed to have been a child growing up in simpler times within the sheltering care of loving parents who taught us the value of working and playing together even in the throes of the Depression and the difficult years that followed. We were content with the simple things that we shared, like listening to the radio at night , after chores were done, or going for a ride and getting a nickel ice cream cone. Those were highlights to our days because we did them together, as family. How lucky we were to be so loved in that long ago time, sometimes called the olden days. But no, I would say they were the golden days of yesteryear.


Out of even the rainy, grey days can come happy thoughts when there is a pot of chicken soup cooking on the stove. Enjoy!

Shades of Autumn

Perhaps it is because it is autumn and the landscape is slowly being transformed before our eyes, but I seem to be dwelling more on the inevitable fact that I, along with everybody else, am getting older. Yes indeed, it is happening to me. I have only to take a glance in the mirror, in bright sunlight, and know that the reflection I see is not the young and frisky lady that I think I am. But do you know what? It is okay.




I love walking in the woods at this time of year when the greenery around me is evolving into warm and mellow shades of autumn. It is happening each moment of the day and night, so gradually that we do not really notice it until one day we are amazed by the colorful change in the landscape. The earth seems to be singing a joyful song as it prepares to share the last days of summer and move us on to the changes that celebrate the patterns of life.


The mirrored reflections of autumn's canvas upon the perfectly calm and serene lake remind me of how important it is that we all take time to enjoy the magic of each season. Seek and find the happiness that comes from knowing that we all are part of the miracle that the falling sands of time touch. Earth and people are in constant change and each of us are part of a greater plan.


Age is just a number and we always will be that little girl or boy inside, while our exterior may pass through the beautiful stages of the seasons. We can dance to the music of our singing spirits if we consider the fabulous journey we are on and join with one another in sharing time together. Life is a circle with no beginning and no end, and like the seasons it just keeps rolling along. We are each so unique and touch so many more lives by our words and actions than we can imagine. Our lives are reflected in those we love and whose lives we have touched by just being ourselves.

Celebrate the season and being you, whatever age you are.

Yesterday When I Was Young

Though winter can be cold and dreary to some folks, to me the thought of winter evokes warm memories of a carefree childhood in the country. Many of the people who purchase my paintings, though they are simply done but with love in my heart, also take pleasure in recalling the days when they or their children were little.

There is nothing quite so beautiful to me as a fresh blanket of soft and white fluffy snow gently resting upon the dried grasses or shrubs that once sheltered the birds of summer. It is fresh and clean and each snowflake is as delicate as only God could create in His love for humanity.

I used to love to walk in the woods after a fresh snowfall and marvel at the almost sacred silence of the surroundings. The boughs of evergreens would gently droop from the soft pillow of pure white which lay upon them. Sometimes, I would notice fresh tracks where a rabbit had hopped along to his winter shelter.

We used to have wonderful fun, on a moonlit night, when mom would take my brother and I sleigh riding down the long and icy winter hill that lead to our country home. Sometimes , we went so fast, that it took our breathe away and brought tears to my eyes. In the daytime, we would have fun building snowmen, when the snow had just enough moisture to retain the shape.

Coal for eyes, a scarf and cap and mittens at the end of a stick, brought the frosty fella to life. Our little dog, Laddie, would be bouncing about and frolicking along with us , as we laughed and played, oblivious to all except our own pleasure. As a child, the world revolves around us and we feel safe and secure in the love and warmth of family and friends. It is a time when the solid foundations of our lives are being built and we have no fear .

On a warm winter day, with snow gently falling , we once again are reminded of simple and happy times that are woven into the tapestry of our adult lives. History repeats itself over again as our children enjoy the same joys of childhood, doing the playful activities in the snow that bind us all together in oneness.

Each season has it's own beauty, but to me a soft winter snowfall warms my spirit as I recall the joys of many yesterdays when I was young. I hope that each of you can find peace within as you recall the simpler days of your youth.

I Remember When

I was just remembering when we were children and I was about eight and my brother about seven years old. We were spending a week with mom at my Uncle Frank's cottage on Runkle Lake.

Uncle Frank was actually mom's uncle but we called him ours. He was a big man with a livid imagination who enjoyed talking to us children and sharing stories about his life. His world evolved around immediate family and his summer cottage where he could feel at home. Because of a mining accident with explosives in his younger days, he was blind so activities were a matter of routine.

Across the lake from the cottage, was a small store in the park that sold ice cream cones and candy treats to campers and visitors. One day, my brother and I persuaded Uncle Frank to take us across the lake in the row boat so we could have an ice cream cone. How our mom let us get in the boat with a blind man, I do not know but off we went, with uncle rowing and following our childish directions. At one point, I remember, we were going in circles because of our poor directions yet we found it something to giggle about. Of course there was no such things as life jackets then nor was there even the tiniest bit of concern for safety in our little heads.

Needless to say..we made the trip there and back safely and our ice cream treat was delicious.
Times have changed so much over the years but people are basically the same. We all were more trusting then and accepted life as it presented itself. We were innocent and lacked knowledge of the possible dangers that could possibly occur and we believed that nothing bad could ever happen to us with parents and family to guide us.

It is true that memories unite us when shared with loved ones, but sometimes the facts are mellowed over time and each person remembers different things, because we are different. However, on the pages of our lives, the stories that are written enable us to become the people that we are. Sometimes they are our strength and other times, perhaps, they prevent us from realizing our full potential.

The wonderful thing about remembering incidents in our lives is that usually the bad parts sink into shadows and the happy and good events only grow more memorable with time. How lucky we are to wander down memory lane, every now and then, and know that our journey has taken us on many pathways leading us to the safe haven of the here and now.

Autumn Gold

In the upper peninsula of Michigan, where I grew up in the country, it was always a favorite time of year for me, when the many warm colors of Fall appeared on the distant hills. Our small country farm was settled amidst the rolling hills which were sprayed with maple trees that were subject for an artists canvas. A brilliant blue sky above on a sunlit day provided a perfect backdrop for God's display of a colorful transition.

Up the cowpath that lead beyond the pasture, into the hardwoods, was a trail that I loved to wander in the autumn as I savored the earthy smells of falling leaves and was immersed in a wondrous color bath of autumn gold , reds and orange hues. Now and then a bird would speak in joyful song, or a deer would make a quick dash away as it heard a stranger approaching.

Living here amidst the four seasons, we are blessed to realize the beauty and pleasure that each season offers us. There is always something to look forward to with the ever changing seasons. Each one, whether winter, spring, summer or autumn offers us new activities and panoramas to enjoy.

As a little girl, I loved to gather colored leaves and coat them with a brushing of wax and make a boquet for our country home. Mom would put them into a large butter churning jar and set them on a table to be enjoyed. That would have been when I wasn't churning the butter in our Daisy churn. I used to love to sit behind our old wood stove and churn soured milk to make the butter and I would be singing every song I knew until finally, I could tell when it was turning to butter. It was exciting for me to do. In those days, life in the country was very simple and centered around family and home. They were good times to be treasured even more as the years roll by.

Now the early signs of autumn are upon us with days growing shorter, fading of the summer flowers and touches of gold and orange or rust replacing the once brilliant greens on the trees and shrubs. The air smells fresher on cooler mornings when I greet the day and my feet feel like dancing , once again, among those colored hills of home in Michigan. However, everything changes with time and luckily we have photographs and precious memories to carry us along on our journey through time.

Take time along your path today to notice and feel the magic of autumn gold all around you. It is a free gift for all to enjoy.

The Drifter

This is a make believe, but could be true, story about a fella I once knew. He was a young at heart senior, who had his shares of ups and downs in life , like us all. Lots of good times and a number of down times that left him with a feeling that something's missing. So far, that sounds like most of us.

Anyway, after some soul searching and having his heart broken one too many times, he decided that he would let the gypsy and carefree kid inside him come out to play and enjoy his sense of freedom. He made several moves in a short period of time, north to south, east to west and always on the lookout for that missing something.

Finally, he decided to do something drastic, so he sold his comfortable, but lonely big house, and bought a houseboat and he became the river drifter, where he enjoyed the lack of responsibility and freedom the river life gave him. His meals consisted of fish, fish and more fish. The monotony of each predictable day soon let him know it was time to move on. As far as I know, he is still drifting.

I believe that unless we fall into the role of accepting life as it is with it's peaks and valleys, we all want to free that younger person within us and escape to that comfortable valley of peace and contentment. A place where we can freely love and accept ourselves and others. A place where there is always something to do, where somebody needs us and where we can also need somebody to share the blissful days of life with, rain or shine. These feelings usually emerge in life when one is confronted with their mortality and the wheels of seeking are set in motion.

We are all drifters, at some time or other, drifting along on the river of no return to that place, just around the bend, that we can finally call home. Let's hope we recognize it when we finally get there.

A Taste of Stillwater

The crisp cool morning air was already becoming warmed by the sun as my daughter, Donna, and I made our way for a mini outing to Stillwater. We wandered along noticing many antique and artistic shops along the street, and finally found our way to Lost Treasures, which captured our attention for an hour, with it's many unusual and creative offerings. There was beautiful pottery, paintings, clothes and many decorative and artistic finds for us to choose from. We both found treasures to purchase and treat ourselves. The doors were open on both ends allowing the fresh late summer breezes to blow in off the river and invited us to come again soon.

By then, our appetites were whet and , at the suggestion of the shop's owner, we tripped our way to the upper level of the Grand Garage to settle into a nice booth at The Kitchen, where Peter, our friendly waiter, served us. The food was artistically prepared and was as delicious as it looked. I enjoyed a Greek salad and Donna had an unusual salad with beans, lettuce, tuna slices, olives and capers. French bread sliced thinly added to our food fare and we we deliciously satisfied. Some guests were seated at an outdoor dining area where colorful umbrellas shaded them and added to the cozy atmosphere.

Our last stop was to visit Scentchips, a neat little shop, where we were were immersed into the fragrances of many small pastel colored chips made mainly with soy wax and fragrances. We both purchased some to give away as gifts to loved ones. My favored fragrance was plumereria, as it reminded me of Hawaii, where the blossoms drooped from the trees everywhere, scenting the air with sweet aromas.

The ambience of Stillwater and some of the very lovely old buildings seems, to me, to be a bit European. It made me think how nice it would be to wander the streets and walkways along the active river's edge in the evening, after the sun had settled in the west cooling the day down. It seems that at sundown, the world settles into a quiet time mood, a time of reflection and peace.

Short get aways, such as our trip to Stillwater, add pages to our memory logs to be treasured in years to come. The simple joys of discovering together fun places to visit and explore strengthen the golden thread of friendship and love that unite us, one with the other.

Live today well with the intent to discover and share with your loved ones. Celebrate our gift of life.

Something is Missing

Well.. today I finally did it after thinking long and hard about it. I cancelled my land line phone and am relying on that easily misplaced cell phone. No more answering machine to look at for an occasional message to light my life and greet me. It almost feels like an important member of my family has suddenly up and left me. But then, it was my choice , wasn't it? So now, I will carry my little cell phone with me when I am out and about, tucked safely in my waist carrier pocket. Doesn't that sound silly?

It just goes to show how dependent we become when we attach ourselves to life's many luxuries which to us become necessities. Electric lights, running water, television, washers and dryers and so many more items which make life easier at the touch of a button. We are creatures of habit and get so used to things that we take them for granted.

I remember growing up when life was simpler and not dependent on today's modern conveniences. Perhaps there is a part of me that still yearns for the days when a family sat around the Zenith radio and listened to the Lone Ranger, the Cisco Kid, Jack Benny or hundreds of other wonderful radio programs. The thing is, listening to the radio, which by the way, had very little advertising, encouraged one's imagination to work and picture the characters in stories. Our minds brought them to life and it was all the more exciting. Also, we'd gather together sharing popcorn and kool aide or homemade root beer. It was together time as a family

With all of today's comforts to save labor and time, people still are too busy going about their lives and they do not seem to use their saved moments to be with family and friends as often as they could. I guess it is called the rat race, but we are not rats, we are unique individuals who have an important purpose for being here. Each one of us has talents and gifts that will enhance our little corner of the world and light the way for others. We need to connect in person with loved ones, to share conversation and hugs, the things that make life worthwhile.

Sometimes it is good to be without something we are dependent upon. It teaches us to simplify, in a small way and adjust to change. My cell phone is just another convenience to keep me connected to friends and family but I could live without it. Now the table that held the telephone is already decorated with a boquet of flowers and looking like it was made for just that.

A step towards simplicity is a step in the right direction. Let's get going.

Morning observations

A wonderful cool air beckoned me to take my morning walk today, despite a sore foot. I met a nice little elderly lady along the way who was out trying to catch her trailing vine which was headed far away from the deck railing, where it belonged. Everybody seems invigorated by this fresher air, which is signaling an autumn not too far off.

Even the birds are rejoicing. When I got back to my apartment home, I heard all sorts of chirping on my balcony and there sat three young finches, fluttering their little wings as fast as they could and chirping in unison. What do you think? They were waiting for mama, who was eating finch food from the hanging sock on the post nearby. After she ate awhile, she promptly went to her babies and put some food into their eager mouths. That is the first time that I have seen that delightful sight.

I marvel at how God's critters all have the basic instinct to be parents, to nurture and to survive in a world so very vast and over powering. When we consider the complexity of creation and the perfect order of all things, I wonder how anyone can doubt a greater power that rules the universe.

Sometimes, I have to laugh when I think of how complicated we make our lives by always trying to take control of things and make things be something that was not meant to be. We should be more open to living and learn to accept life with it's many stages and enjoy each one.

I think of the aging process and how our bodies begin a slow decline with changes we do not at first accept, then we begin to deny them, then we gradually try to adapt to them with makeup, medicine, or therapy of some kind. But the best thing happens when we can see ourselves as we are and accept the changes, enjoy the new stages and learn to laugh at ourselves with others who also are in the same boat.

On our journey in life, we travel together sharing many joys and sorrows but it is all an adventure that leads us to more wisdom and understanding. However, all that wisdom and understanding may be helpful but it often comes too late in the game.

So let's roll with the circle of life and know there is no beginning and no end, just a blending of yesterdays, todays and tomorrows. A beautiful circle that leads to forever.

She's a Sweetheart

She is a very special young woman in my life and in the lives of many others. She has an open, friendly way about her that draws others to her by her sincere curiousity about everyday things in life. She is a beautiful person inside and out and I am thankful to know that she is my daughter, Donna.

When you enter her humble home , there is a sense of her personality all about echoed in the decor with little collections of teapots, paintings and other reminders of the things she loves and they have a sentimental value to her. Her personality is reflected in everything in her small but charming duplex.

Upon entry, one is greeted warmly by her four beautifully groomed cats, who are the joy of her life. They are her little family and all enjoy being at home with Donna, where they are pampered and doted upon daily. From special treats on birthdays, to bird and squirrel watching from her bedroom window sill, they enjoy the good life. They are in "cat heaven"and there is no meow about it.

Donna loves people and is totally respectful of each person she meets, never critical or unkind and always willing to help a friend in need. She befriends all people and animals alike. Birthdays are important to her and she always gives little thoughtful gifts to each person on her long list of dear ones. She knows it is not the cost, but the thought that is important. Little things mean the most when shared with love.

People are drawn to this young woman because of her warm and sincere personality. When she was a baby, I was sure God had given me a little angel to have as my daughter, because she was such a pleasant natured peaceful baby, rarely fussed and was like a ray of sunshine in my life.

Kahlil Gibran said, in his book, The Prophet, "Your children are not your children but sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you". We are blessed to have children and mother's especially are truly blessed to have daughters who can be our children when young and our friends as we get older.

I am greatful to know that God has chosen to bless me with such a caring person as Donna.
Kindness, love, understanding and support all wrapped up into one lovely package called my daughter. What more can a mother ask?

Sandcastles

What is more wonderful than walking barefoot along the sandy beach with the scent and taste of the salty sea air upon us? The sound of waves lapping rhythmically against the shoreline are soothing and seem to wash away all worldly concerns and lull us into peaceful oblivian. I do not live near an ocean but do remember spending blissful days in Hawaii where the warm greenish blue colored waters of the Pacific Ocean wove a spell of tranquillity to tourists and locals alike.

I recall, especially, the stretch of beach where an artist had fashioned a beautiful display of sancastles and sea gardens that were breathtaking to behold. Even the seagulls hovered over the water and swooped nearby, as if to admire the artwork, which was to be enjoyed momentarily before the waters rose with the tides to sweep them away.

I wondered why the artist created such beautiful works knowing that in a short matter of time they would be wiped away. Her answer was that her work was a work of love and all beautiful things on earth have their moments of glory but soon will fade into memory. They are to be enjoyed in the present and anticipated in the future. She was a very perceptive and lovely woman, wise beyond her years.

The silver sword plant is an amazing plant that thrives in Hawaii on barren soil, often up on craters of a volcano. It has beautiful silver colored spires that shimmer in the light and it can live up to fifty years. The special thing about it is that it blooms only once in it's lifetime with beautiful purple colored daisy like flowers. I have only read about it and seen pictures. To those who know the plant, the anticipation of waiting for that sight of it's flowering makes everything worthwhile.

Amazing sandcastles and silversword plants that grant us glimpses of beauty, though ever so briefly, remind us of the fragility of life and how we must treasure them while they are with us.
If we walk our path slowly and observe all of those splendid sunsets, springtime blossoms and the multitude of ordinary wonders all around us in creation and in people, we will have lived well.

Take time to enjoy the special moments that life offers, for they may never return exactly the same.

Detour, There's A Muddy Road Ahead

Detour, there's a muddy road ahead used to be the words in a country western song when I was growing up. Then, I only listened to the catchy tune and paid little mind to the words. Isn't that the way we are as we get advice when we are younger, and even older, that we do not think any of it applies to us? We are captains of our souls, and masters of our fate, or so we think. Not true.

I met a lady, not long ago, who had been married a few times and had been the almost perfect wife, mother and friend. Never the less, things changed with divorces and a death. She had followed her heart in all decisions and gave unselfishly of herself, always thinking she was happy but as she grew older she began to think, like Alfie, what's it all about. Where do we find that contentment within when there are more questions than answers?

Once again, not paying any attention to advice or detour signs, she plunged into a short term relationship hoping she had found true happiness and a long term love. Wrong again.. so she picked up the pieces of shattered dreams and tried to rebuild her life using some of the lessons she had learned from mistakes along the way. The mistakes and wrong choices we make along the way teach us the most valuable lessons if we only pay attention to them.

Why are some of us restless and always searching for what might be right in front of us? The lady once again moved forward and found a friend she respected and was able to be herself with and she was happy. Happy because she had learned that despite the detours and side tracks she had taken, there were smooth paths ahead when we value ourselves and know that we are unique and do have so much good within ourselves to share with others.

Heed the detour signs but move on with optimism that there is always a tomorrow for new beginnings. The oft used saying, "Live Laugh, Love "says it all.

Recollection of Alma, Wisconsin

Several years ago, my husband and I took a trip down the Wisconsin side of the Mississippi River and discovered so many charming little towns. River towns always seem to have a special ambiance about them and draw me to them. We then discovered Alma where I captured many memorable photos and memories in my store room of fun places to visit.

The train track runs alongside the river and then seemed to pass through, blowing it's whistle, every fifteen minutes. There was a small dining place along side the track that served the town's best breakfasts for traveler's and residents.

The town is set beneath a steep hillside that is dotted with lovely older homes, terraced flower gardens which splashed color everywhere, and long rising stairways that led to the upper level.

The overlook at Alma, offered a wonderful view of the town and river below. It was a wonderful place for picnics because of the view and the fantastic cool breezes that wafted on the air. It always seemed to be breezy on the overlook when we were there.

The old Burlington hotel no longer serves the superbly prepared cuisine that it used to, I am told, but I believe it still is there, under different ownership. I recall a beautiful gold colored railing that used to be in the forefront of the bar, which was there. It was a highlight feature and I wonder if that is still there.

We used to stay at a very welcoming, open door type, Bed and Breakfast run by a dear couple who were so hospitable. When a guest walked in, we were to look for an unlocked room and if it was empty, we signed in. It was very informal. The man and his wife who owned it, also had a farm nearby and often the man was out baling hay or doing farm chores. It was a very old home and I even drew a detailed drawing of that home which I shared with them. The architecture was lovingly planned and of course it, like all of the other homes, nestled on the hillside.

It is good to recall how things used to be when one visits them at an earlier time in life but they probably change over time like everything else. Don't they say nothing is permanent except change? Pictures and memories can capture the moments of our life and return us again to yesterday once in awhile when we feel nostalgic.

However, here we are in the present, enjoying our lives celebrating today and all the happier days of the past. Today is the day to start building more memories sharing life and love with family, friends and those strangers who someday may be our friends, also. Peek into the past, but move on ahead with enthusiasm. Live, laugh and love..is an appropriate saying and guide for each of us as we travel the pathway of life.

Gallery of Seasons

Lately, I have noticed slight changes on the leaves of trees as they begin to turn from vibrant green to gamboge yellow and even in some areas, there are soft touches of red or orange. Tinges of an approaching change in our panorama of seasons.

To my eyes, there is no more beautiful place to be in the autumn than upper Michigan. I grew up on a small farm nestled amongst the maple covered hills and when the hills took on their autumn apparel it was a sight to behold. The warm glowing colors of red, gold, rust and orange mingled together in a fine tapestry that could only be created by one greater than ourselves.

As a teenager, I loved to take walks in the woods and play among the slowly falling leaves and savor that earthy smell of the woods. Sometimes, I would collect pretty leaves and press them in books or wax them to put on a card to share. A boquet of dried leaves and cattails was always nice to set in a large vase or jar for an indoor touch of Fall.

We are so lucky to live in an area where we have the four seasons, each offering their own special beauty and flavor. I look forward to each one with anticipation. Spring and fall are my favorites but winter is my favored one to paint in pastels, because of the wonderful contrasts. Also, winter recalls to me the joys of childhood and walking in the winter woods after a fresh snowfall. The silence and beauty of fluffy white snowflakes settling lightly upon boughs of evergreen and grasses is almost sacred. Sometimes, fresh rabbit tracks spoke of a woodland visitor greeting the wonderland that lay all about.

I sometimes compare the aging process of people to the changing seasons because they both happen so slowly , before ones eyes, yet they are often not noticed until one day we see them with a new awareness. Life is an ever changing process, each season bringing it's very own special beauty and wonder to be appreciated and savored , whether we speak of seasons or people.

The earth is our playground where we can laugh and dance among the many wonders of creation. The sands of time fall slowly ,but surely, bringing change to each of us and to the earth upon which we dwell as visitors for a little while in God's splendid creation. Enjoy the day!

A Good Friend Is Better Than Gold

A good friend is better than gold is a quote that I used to put on my magnets and cards to share with others. We all, hopefully , have some friends, old or new, but what we need in our lives are true blue good friends.

They accept us as we are, faults and blemishes, the good and the bad because they see our inner spirit which defines who we are. What attracts me to a person are all of those intangible qualities that touch my senses and soul. A sense of humor, loyalty, kindness and a sharing of good conversation about the everyday happenings in life are important, and most of all being an honest, honorable person. I am, and I suppose everybody is, drawn to those special people that enter our life. They are our friends and being with them, sharing moments in time, enriches both parties lives. the giver and receiver. We are mirrors to one another and seek to bring out the best in each other by sharing the best in ourselves.

We all need people in our life who can help light our path while we also can light theirs by the things we do and say. Think how sad it would be if we could not communicate with one another. We would be isolated in time. I believe sincere communication is the link to any relationship if it is to flourish. Hopefully, friends can always share with one another but sometimes in men and women relationships, it can be more difficult when the thread of sharing verbally becomes broken.

I have endured some shattered expectations in my life in relationships, but thankfully I have learned so much from them. Now, I am at the point in time when I realize my own sense of self as a woman reaching out to friends around me, in my little world. The future is brighter and I picture myself as a butterfly emerging from a cocoon flitting from flower to flower with a song in my heart.

There are so many good people out there just waiting to share friendship and love. It just takes a smiling hello to warm another person's soul and open the swinging door of friendship.

Better than gold, indeed, is one true friend. How lucky we are to walk that two way path to a friend's house and share the gift of friendship.

Gathering Wild Flowers

When I was a little girl, living on our family farm in Upper Michigan, I used to spend much of my summer days, gathering wild flowers for mom's table. She had so many boquets around, I think perhaps it was annoying, but she never scolded.

Our farm was situated amidst the hills and woods and there was a large meadow laden with summer's daisies and Indian paint brushes. Daisies have a tough stem when you pick them by hand, and are hard on the fingers after so many. Because they were so plentiful, I would keep on picking trying to gather every pretty one. But of course, that would be impossible, like trying to catch every raindrop that falls.

There were purple violets with long stems, yellow cowslips in the marshes, may flowers, dutchmens britches and so many more, always waiting to be gathered and placed in a glass on the kitchen table for my mom. It was fun.

When we are children, we see the world so innocently and with a sense of wonder and joy. So often with the passing of time and life, we lose that childlike quality and abandon it for grown up views. Oh, it is there hidden within us, but tucked away and hidden among all the other hidden albums in our life. I refer to albums, because lately, I have been working at finding photos in my computer to transport to chosen places. It takes time and searching, but eventually the lost is sure be found.

As women, we go through so many phases of our lives, experiencing love, joy, pain, sorrow and eventually the process of coming to terms with who we really are. For years, we are wives, mothers, caregivers, grandmas and a multitude of many roles, but when the dust settles and we are alone with our awareness of our mortality, we begin to reevaluate ourselves. We search for that younger, more enthused and lively person within us. We want to be free to be the person we were meant to be and it does not happen to every woman but to many.

We want to gather more of those many wildflowers that are so plentiful. We want to feel special and loved by somebody else but we also want to love ourselves. Love is what makes everybody special. It is the magical golden thread that binds us all together as one. Where love lives, it is like that never ending field of daisies. It is endless and beautiful and to be treasured.

Dance among the daisies and sing a song of life, dear friends.

Sunsets and Rainbows

Last evening I saw one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. It was after a terrific thunderstorm which had all the drama the skies could hold , dark, boisterous clouds, sharp streaks of lightening, thunder so loud it sounded like a bowling alley on high volume and the sirens warning all to the impending storm. Then the rains came in torrents to satisfy the thirsty ground after a day of intense heat and humidity. During the break in the storm, for a few minutes, there was a brilliant double rainbow set in the sky, as a sign of hope.

The after show was well worth it though. I was just driving home after visiting my friend and as I turned onto the freeway, the splendid sunset arose into view on the western horizon. Wow!

It took my breathe away for a moment, because the intense glory of the rose, peach and crimson that splashed across the pallette of the sky, highlighted by the setting sun was unbelievable. Of course, there I was driving, no camera and cars behind me so I could not stop.

Wonderful things happen when we least expect them sometime and we are usually not prepared with cameras and such but luckily they are imprinted in our minds gallery of keepsakes.

I recall another time when we were traveling in the south and we saw a flock of pelicans flying over the river as they were about to land. By the time I got back with the camera, , of course , they were gone.


Lately my life has been so full of wonder as I am branching out into a world of new friendships, adventures and awakenings, after a couple years of coming to grips with grief and loss. Not wanting to dwell on myself, I can only say, with answers to my prayers, God has led me to find joy and laughter in every day, for which I am so grateful.

Each new day can hold a bit of magic and wonder in it for each of us if we keep our heart and mind open to discovering the world around us and seeing goodness in the people we meet. The storms in life always are followed by beautiful skies and rainbows, if we seek them.

Sometimes we should put on those rose colored glasses and look at life through the eyes of a child and see beyond despair to the love and goodness all around us. It is there waiting to for us. Celebrate the rainbows and sunsets that light your life.