Comfortable In Her Own Skin

I hope all the Moms out there had the kind of Mother’s Day that you will cherish forever. As I reflected on the day and what it really means, I thought of all the wonderful things my Mom taught me. And there are many. But the one thing I’ve learned through her and because of her is to be comfortable in my own skin, to walk my own journey, leaving my mark but leaving no scars.

Another important thing I know is that every day is Mother’s Day. There hasn’t been a day in my life that I haven’t had thoughts of my children. I imagine that every mother feels the same. But our children don’t come out of the womb with a parenting manual and what mother hasn’t second-guessed her decisions and actions when it comes to raising them? That means we are human. We WILL leave our mark and yes, there WILL be scars, even though we try our best not to cause them.

This image is another double exposure of a floral image background (supplied by my daughter) and a wine label that I snapped in a grocery store. I could have named it “Siren Song” or something else just as provocative, but it spoke to me that this beautiful woman is comfortable in her own skin. Namaste’

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Regina (Reggie) is the co-author of the Art & Science of Recruiting, an award-winning photographic artist and photo blogger.

 

Just One More

I’ve finished all the editing now of the wedding photos I took and whew! What a job.  I’m only going to post this one more of the bride.

When I was editing, I felt that the look on her face symbolized the feeling that all brides must have right before they take the walk down the aisle … what do you think she’s thinking?  Feel free to weigh in and tell me your thoughts.  Namaste’

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Mirror, Mirror …

This is what I call a “diva” mirror, which hangs on the wall in my bathroom.  I had lots of fun playing with some special effects on this one.  I actually did one similar to this and ordered some prints today so that I can send one to my granddaughter.  Shhhhh!  Don’t tell her.  She’s a diva in her own right 🙂  Happy Saturday and Namaste’

 

A Beautiful Surprise

It was way too hot today to be out scouting for photo ops in the desert or any of the outdoor venues, so WS (wonderful spouse) and I went to one of the local malls.  Mmmmm … nice and cool inside.  They also had a food court – lots of restaurants to choose from (grin).  We had the great fortune to sit front row of a wonderful guitarist and singer, Diane Davis.  I wish we could have stayed all afternoon but of course, we had the doggies to get home to.  So I asked if I could photograph her and she said she didn’t mind.  I think this shot captures her very pleasant essence.  Namaste’

 

Barrel of Boundaries

Setting boundaries can be a tricky thing, but we have to do it.  If we don’t, we can be manipulated so easily.  Especially women.  Why?  Because we are typically the nurturers, the caretakers, the keeper of the keys to the family.  The purpose of having boundaries is to protect and take care of ourselves. We need to be able to tell other people (yes, especially those we love) when they are acting in ways that are not acceptable to us. We have not only the right, but the duty, to take responsibility for how we allow others to treat us.

Once upon a time, long, long ago, humans lived in a matriarchal society, where the feminine energy was dominant.  Eventually that changed into a more male dominated energy.  Even though women have made tremendous strides in so many areas, setting healthy boundaries is pretty important.  And it’s equally as important for men.  Have you ever felt like you’ve given yourself away to everyone else?  If so, what’s left for you?  How can you give if you don’t have enough energy to take care of yourself?

I’ve been there … got the t-shirt, complete with the tear stains and I’m here to say … today … that I’m just not going there again.

Today’s photo is a Barrel Cactus in my yard.  I believe it has some pretty visible boundaries and you can bet I won’t be crossing them.  I respect this cactus for what it is.  Namaste’

 

 

Yesterday was Green but Today is Glam-Wow!

When it comes to getting a manicure, I’m right up there with the girly-girls.  I hate doing my own nails.  It’s such a hassle and I’m just not that good at it.  Besides, it’s one of the best ways for a lady to get some pampering and “me” time.

The problem is in the choosing of what color we’ll wear.  Unless it’s a French manicure, you have to choose your color when you walk into the salon, right?  Good luck with that.  I mean really … look at all the choices here.  There’s not just one or two reds or a few mauves or maybe even a few blues, there’s a zillion!  Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. LOL!

It’s funny; the older I get the more I want to try out the new wilder colors.  Maybe next time I’ll go for neon green or hot turquoise blue and then again … maybe not 😉  I used a bit of a cartoon effect on this today just for the fun of it.

Namaste’ and may your choices all be phenomenal!!

To All Moms Everywhere

For all of the Moms all over the world … may your day be full of joy, love and fun with your loved ones.  Allow yourself to feel special because you ARE.  God bless you all!

Us Women and Our Lineage

Today is my mother’s 89th birthday, so instead of posting a photo that I took today, I thought I would pay tribute to her by posting a photo of her, then me, then my daughter, and last but certainly not least, my granddaughter, the lovely Annabelle.  I took Mom some flowers today.  I think it’s important to give and receive flowers while we’re still here to enjoy them.

Namaste, Mom, and Happy Birthday!

My Mom, Mary Catherine
Yours Truly
My Daughter, Michele
My Granddaughter, Annabelle

Ode to Jeanne and Her Boat Shoes

My Boat Shoes

Many years ago when I lived in northern CA, I managed a temp service, putting people to work on various assignments.   Sometimes that meant answering the phones, cleaning up, interviewing temporary employees, etc., whatever needed to be done.  One day the incoming lines were ringing non-stop because we had run an ad and were getting a huge response.  I answered one of the lines and there was this very upbeat, vivacious voice on the other end.  She said, “My name is Jeanne. Your ex-husband recommended that I call you.  I just got here from New Jersey, don’t know anyone and I need a job.  Can you help me?”

As it turned out, she had driven alone from New Jersey to California for a brand new start on life after surviving breast cancer. I will spare the details of all she told me during the subsequent weeks, months and years that we knew each other.  Actually, we didn’t just know each other – we became the best of friends.

Back to my story … I did find a temporary job for Jeanne that turned into a permanent one, but until she got hired on at that company on a permanent basis, she stayed with me and my teenage daughter, Michele … and we were glad to have her.  She was a wonderful cook, had a fabulous sense of humor, became a bright light in our lives, and she loved to grind coffee beans early in the morning so we’d have fresh coffee.  That habit used to make Michele groan. “Jeanne,” she would say,  “do you have to do that so early in the morning?”  Jeanne’s reply was, “Yes, and it’s time to get your butt out of bed.  There’s a day out there just waiting to be lived.”

We went to San Francisco quite often in those early days of our friendship just to hang out at Fisherman’s Wharf and Pier 39, eating and drinking our way through restaurants up and down the wharf.  We didn’t have much money but would find what we liked best, usually some kind of seafood, and splurge on that.  Jeanne liked good wine and good food.  So did I. Seafood, wine and cheesecake … we were in heaven.

Among the many things I learned from Jeanne was her belief that we get what we focus on.  And that we should expect the best.  One example of that was her desire to live in a house close to the Pacific Ocean.  So we went to a house that was for sale, walked around it and took pictures.  She asked me to snap one of her on the deck of the house looking out at the ocean.  She had it developed, posted it on my refrigerator, looked at it every day and told us that she would live in that house.  Within a few weeks she met a real estate agent who mentioned to her that the bank had foreclosed on a house out by the ocean and needed someone to live in it while it had some slight renovations done. I guess I don’t need to tell you about the goose bumps we had when we drove out to the house … the very same house that was on my fridge! And guess who got to live there for the next six months?  Jeanne.

Fast forward to now.  I learned just last week that Jeanne passed away in 2007.  I had searched for her for a number of years and never found her. Her son just happened to be on Facebook, told my daughter, and now I know for sure that Jeanne is “sparkling” somewhere … everywhere.

So what does the picture of the shoes have to do with Jeanne?  She loved boat shoes and when she got her first paycheck from that job I got her years ago, she bought me a pair.  I fell in love with them, too, but haven’t had any in a long time until last week.  There I was shopping and saw these shoes.  Jeanne spoke to me.  “Buy the shoes, Gina.”

Everything is synchronized … on this side of the veil as well as the other.  Every time I wear these shoes now, I smile.

Namaste.

 

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