The Passing Of An Irish Princess

The Passing Of An Irish Princess.

I went to a brief musical gathering today. A performance of beautiful harps and violins playing tunes from Ireland and Scandinavia. As I sat and listened to the magically graceful tunes, I closed my eyes and could picture a land far away. A land I’ve never been to, but had always been drawn to. I pictured a certain friend of mine who was also deeply connected to this lush location. A Princess. An Irish Princess to me and so many others. 

I sat at that concert emotionally exhausted, for I was one member of a very close-knit team made up of those who were losing a friend…a sister…or a daughter.

Our young, beautiful, funny Irish Princess was passing away from this earth and we could do nothing to stop it.

Hospice care…

 

 

Frightening words for those of us who have unfortunately experienced it before, and were facing it again. We knew what was coming when the words were mentioned.

So, what did we do? This unlikely band of strong women brought together serendipitously by our princess? We rallied. We rallied around the princess and showered her with love, excitement, stories, pictures, and as many adventures that her riddled body would allow her to experience.

And she was happy.

She was happy for hours. She was happy for days. She was happy for weeks. Several weeks. Was she going to beat the odds and defy what the ominous doctors had predicted?

Unfortunately… no. She was not going to beat the odds…

She didn’t beat the odds.

Our Irish Princess left us this evening. She left us to go to the fields of green and graceful winds. She left to go follow the scent of the Celtic ocean breeze. She left to go across her own horizon and be at peace. Pain free. To be at rest.

So, as I had sat at that musical gathering today and opened my eyes, I had noticed a break in the unforgiving rain we’ve had for so long. A pause. And in that pause the grey mournful clouds had opened up to make way for a glorious bright sun beam. A welcoming beam? A beam from above welcoming our Irish Princess? I’d like to think so.

Farewell beautiful princess. You shared your life with us for far too short of a time. You will be missed by many, and we will all think of you walking in heavenly Irish lavender fields. ♥

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!!!

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!!!

Hope you all had a very merry Christmas with family and friends, and I truly hope you have a wonderful New Years Eve and New Year to come!

May you have fantastic adventures, many blessings, and health and happiness.

Lots of love and hugs!

Happy St. Lucia Day!

Happy St. Lucia Day!

Happy St. Lucia Day! The Swedish celebration of Lucia of light! St. Lucia comes as a young woman with lights and sweets. It is one of the few saint days observed in Scandinavia. In some forms, a procession is headed by one girl wearing a crown of candles (or lights), while others in the procession hold only a single candle each. It describes the light with which Lucia overcomes the darkness. 

Here is a link to my friend, Jonna Jinton, in Sweden celebrating Lucia. This is a wonderful short film she created herself to share with the world in celebration of St. Lucia Day.

Jonna herself is a wonderfully creative and gifted light. Please visit her blog to find out more about her. http://jonnajinton.se/

May you have a wonderfully delightful Lucia Day!

Attitude, Gratitude and…Popcorn?

Attitude, Gratitude and…Popcorn?

What makes us grateful? What determines our daily attitude? Is it our own mood as an individual? Is that influenced by others or our environment? I would say yes to all of the above.

Recently, I’ve been pondering gratitude and attitude, but also with a little bit of popcorn on the side. Popcorn you say? Why popcorn?

Well, most of us prefer our popcorn in a specific way. Lots of butter, no butter, a little salt, dump it on, etc. But what if we are sharing that said popcorn with someone? Someone we care about. Are we willing to forgo our slathering application of liquid gold to the contained corn in order to allow the other persons own taste bud desires to be fulfilled? I would hope so. As individuals, showing our gratitude for those in our lives is extremely important, but forgotten all too often.

When we are faced with loss, death, grief, and even excitement, happiness and joy. We reflect back to those who have contributed to all of the emotions we feel, whether they are positive or challenging. They’ve helped make us who we are and we must stop at some point and alter our attitude if needed, show our gratitude, and be willing to share our popcorn.

As time with our loved ones becomes limited due to our busy lives, longevity or logistics, it becomes more and more clear to us what is really important. It’s not materialistic belongings. It’s not who was right or wrong about whatever topic, and it certainly isn’t worth potential emotional damage to anyone.

Never taking others for granted. Never losing sight of what you are grateful for and the life you are privileged to have.  And never being afraid to say you’d prefer no butter on your popcorn, but know when to compromise with a little less salt for those we love.

 Hugs to all!     

Thank You For “Me Too” Support!

Thank You….

Thank you so much for all your wonderfully supportive messages. It was so great to read all your kind words you sent me on Facebook and email about my “Me Too” article.

Some women shared personal messages about their experiences, and some without going into any detail to me, just wanted to let me know that they too had similar situations. Perhaps, like me, they just wanted to get it out. Just wanted to finally be able to say “me too” without having to explain anything.

That is what this is all about. To be there for anyone who wants to talk about it, or not talk about it. But just to know that they are not alone.

It’s an unnecessary heavy burden. But if we can all help each other carry some of it by being supportive, it just might get a little lighter for us individually.

 

Hugs to all… ♥

Happy Rainy Thursday!

Happy Rainy Thursday…

What a rainy Thursday we are having here in western Oregon!

Yes, for the most part we Oregonians don’t mind it, and we typically welcome the cleansing of the atmosphere, the wonderful sound of the rain on the rooftop, and the glorious sweet smell the rain leaves behind.

But with this down pour I’ve been experiencing internet technical difficulties. Not great news for a blogger.

 

 

 

So, enjoy your rainy Thursday. I am determined to get more posted soon in between inconsistent losses of internet connections.

 

 

Hugs to you all! ♥

 

When Women Come Together…

When Women Come Together…

 Today I was going to post about the frustrations I have been feeling since realizing a member of my “circle” wasn’t as supportive as I believed they were, and in fact may have had some negative impact in my life. I could write about that. But I chose another option… Positivity.

We women have a circle.        

A group.

A community.

A tribe.

It can be made up of family, friends, women or men. Sorry men, but this view is mainly about the support women give other women. We can tackle the men contribution on another day.

Your women circle could be made up of two people or ten. But it’s a supportive group. People you would turn to with concerns, frustrations and to celebrate successes. When women come together and let go of the judgement and show support for each other as women, truths come out. Relations happen and connections are formed.

I’ve been part of several women circles, from the military, the dog show world, community theater, other mom groups, and most recently the world of writing and blogging. Yes, some of these circles have had their ups and downs, and unfortunately you do find that some women are in the circle for the wrong reasons. They are in search of a platform to show power, seem to enjoy breaking other women down, or just don’t quite understand the potential greatness that can come from women supporting other women instead of competing with them.

But the majority of the time when you get a group of women together with the same belief that they can draw strength from each other and potentially become unstoppable in their pursuits as individuals or as a group, it can be amazing. That’s when support from other women happens.

It can be a challenge for those of us who are more of introverts. It takes us longer to trust and open up, but once we do we are loyal to the end and will have your back no matter what. Groups made up of both introverts and extroverts are quite intriguing.

Is it our obligation to teach other women about the power of these groups? To teach our daughters and mothers, creating a ripple effect so that we can potentially impact the world? Absolutely.

So, when we are faced with the choice of dwelling on something negative that may have come to our attention, know when to change your course. Be confident in your circle members that still contribute to the greater good for all, and continue to draw strength from them. And some day another member may be drawing strength from you. It’s all about the circle…

 

 

Our Lives In A Cage…

Our Lives In A Cage…

Does everyone live in a cage? A Jar? A fishbowl? To some, the city or neighborhoods and the hustle bustle that may come along with those environments are wonderful. Some people thrive on the energy, be it positive or negative. It can be alluring, the high energy and everything that comes along with it. The sounds. The smells. The people. Some crave the excitement, the noise, and the static. But to me, it’s just that. Static.

I am grateful for the times I have lived in cities and various neighborhoods. That urban life helped mold me to who I am now, and reminded me of my true roots in nature I had as a child.

 

We are all happy with the little farm we live on now, but with neighbors on both sides of me in such close proximity, sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating.

In the early morning when I go out to breathe before anyone else is awake, and for that split-second moment as the cool fog rolls across the fields, I have a sense of peace. I can pretend that I don’t see the neighbor’s home, or hear the soft hum from the vehicles on the highway a distance away. But, I still long for the quiet solitude and calm serenity of the forest. Of nature. Of what is home to me.

When my small farm and the beautiful fields that encompass a portion of it just aren’t enough for me and the vacant noise of lawn mowers trimming the pristine turfs and the ever-continuous echo from the road of people walking their dogs or biking by becomes physically piecing to my soul, I must escape.

The forest is calling.

For some it’s the mountains, others the ocean, or perhaps a beautiful park or hiking trail. To open the door to your cage or the lid to your jar, and physically take yourself to those locations can be so healing. The need to breath clean air and see all that nature has to offer is so important for our own quality of life. To touch our soul. Re-charge our batteries. Grasp what is truly in our heart.

For those of us who cannot for whatever reason reside in such locations, we live for the times that we can go. To go to the isolation. The calm. The alone, but not lonely. For nature does not judge. You can go be you and live in the moment in the sound of silence.

What calls to you, dear readers?

 

“Maybe it doesn’t matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark”… Barbara Hall

And The Rain Came Down…

And The Rain Came Down…

With so much damage and chaos from the unfortunate fires we’ve experienced in so many western states recently, we can only sigh with relief and welcome each rain drop as it touches the Earth. The happiness we feel as each drop falls to the ground.

We cannot bring back or replace any of the loved ones who were lost, or repair the damage done to the beautiful forests and homes. But with each drop we have hope that we will continue on with life and growth.

Thank you for the rain…