As the host for this year’s reunion of our Happy Trails tribe, I was facing some scheduling challenges, but it all just came together today. Woo Hoo!
Each time we’re together, it’s like no time has passed in between. Dating back to our first times in Santa Cruz (a LONG time ago), we eat too much, sometimes drink too much (what????) hahaha, we shop, laugh a lot, tell life stories, bitch about stuff, and just have a wonderful time.
And then we all ride off into the sunset with unbelievable, forever cherished memories.
The Pacific Northwest and the beach is calling us, girls. See you soon!!!!
This image came up today on my FB timeline and it took me right back to my years of being a single Mom. Wow!
There were some lean and lonely times but, looking back, I wouldn’t change anything.
I had a tribe of friends, family members and work associates who were all there when I needed them. We all grew together, supporting each other in every way we could. I truly believe there was divine guidance in play for all of us.
Many times there was too much month at the end of our money, so we would call each other and ask “what do you have in your pantry?” Then we would pool our food and get together for a meal with all the kids. Some of our meals were certainly creative, but it was a blast!
I’m very blessed to have these two children, Michele and Steve, who have grown into two fine adults. Even if they weren’t my children, I would choose them as my friends.
According to the stats provided by WordPress, this is my 666th post. I just didn’t want to put that number in as my title. Creepy – that whole 666 thing. Mark of the beast and all. Is it folklore? I don’t know, but I’m not taking any chances.
I came across this video posted by another blogger and I feel like it has so much merit. I, for one, am taking it to heart.
What that means for me is to unplug more. To get out with my camera more (not my phone). To go outside and have a chat with Mother Nature. To go outside and look at the sky. To just take it all in. To take a walk with my husband and my dog. To have lunch with my daughter. To have coffee with my son. To pick up the phone and call my family and friends.
Giving thanks is a full time gig now. People around this beautiful blue orb that we inhabit are getting it … that we’re all in this together and we will not be undone by anyone or anything who spreads fear. (Unless of course you’re watching the mainstream media). I believe that watching the cable news outlets, even the local news, is like volunteering for brainwashing.
But back to giving thanks, in the U.S. we celebrate Thanksgiving each year as a time to be grateful for all of our blessings. To spend time with family and friends. Even our crazy relatives – ha! Let’s face it; every family has some.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my family and friends here in the states. God bless us all and God bless all of my friends from other countries in my community of bloggers.
I just got back from the most wonderful trip to see my grandson graduate from high school. We are all so proud of the fine young man that he is. And even though he’s now out of school, has a job, and is over six feet tall, he’s still my “Blakester.” And he still calls me Grammy. 🙂
On another note, I learned that a very dear friend of mine has breast cancer and I am heartbroken. We met when I lost my brother and I joined a grief support group sponsored by the hospice he was in. She and four others in the group had lost their spouses, so the six of us shared a common bond of grief and loss. That was almost five years ago and we have stayed fast friends ever since. We all helped each other learn new coping skills through our willingness to open up about our pain.
This news hit me rather hard. I don’t want to lose my dear friend and confidante. We can talk about anything and she is the kind of person that tells it like it is, yet she tempers it with love and respect.
It’s hard sometimes to stay balanced between the highs and lows of this duality we call life. I will try my best to focus on the positive of this experience and show my friend that she is not alone in this part of her journey. She’s a scrapper so I’m visualizing her being healthy again and beating the hell out of the big “C.”
Today’s image is one that I did for the #pixlr contest called Fan Art. The pink Cadillac image is part of a mural that I found in a little diner in Creswell, OR. And of course, who doesn’t know Marilyn Monroe?
It’s no secret that flowers can’t come into my home without being photographed. When my neighbors learned of my friend Linda’s passing, they sent over a beautiful bouquet and a lovely card. Hubby and I are blessed to know them and count them as friends, not merely neighbors.
Today’s image is of a singular bloom that started to wilt sooner than the others, so I trimmed it and placed it into this pottery piece, which has a water well with stiff wires that will make stems stand upright. I bought this piece at a street fair in Palm Springs when I was with my Happy Trails friends at one of our reunions. I’ll never forget it … it was 116 degrees that evening. But we went anyway. Yikes! We drank plenty of water (and margaritas) just to make it up and down that street. If I recall, we went into most of the stores too just for a few breaths of air conditioning.
Each time I look at this piece, I think of all of my friends and the fun we’ve always had together … no matter where we go or what we do. Namaste’