Holistic living: The spiritual side

A visible and emotional difference in my friend.

Wow!

What’s up?

A spiritual awakening.

From darkness and depression, to a higher place.

It happened out of the blue.

An ordinary night, looking up at the sky.

Feeling connected, somehow, with the universe.

It continued throughout the night and the next day.

Even his physical appearance seemed brighter.

His problems?

They don’t seem as overwhelming as they did yesterday.

It was a pleasure talking to a him, as I watched several small miracles happen to him: attitude changes, making amends with an estranged friend, trusting in a higher power, and a joyfulness that did not exist in the past.

He has found a purpose in living.

What a wonderful transformation.

Wolf

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Time to live

Time to get rid of “stuff”.

I have been putting off so much, in the past couple of years.

Feeling my oats and not having any direction is probably not the best thing for most people.

However, I have no guilt.

Put yourself in my shoes:

Working like a fool, starting at age 16, attending school, while pursuing a career in music, practicing 4-8 hours a day, and yet, finding time to move on to college.

In the second year, married.

In the third year, a manager at the phone company.

From that day forward, I gave up my first love, music, to pursue a career.

And for the next 30 or 40 years, in spite of personal setbacks, it was all about denying my feelings, to move on and upward.

Husband?

Died.

A new love arrived.

He went West and I went East, both pursuing our careers.

Met a new guy, and for 30 years, we shared a tumultuous relationship that defied all logic.

The best of times and the worst of times.

And then, he got sick.

Finally, I think, he needed me.

What a bitter sweet experience.

He is gone now.

And I have finally retired, and have embraced freedom.

Ok, so I don’t have a daily regiment.

No, I don’t plan my days.

My goal?

To enjoy every day, every person, every moment, while I am still on this planet.

Yes, I have baggage and too much stuff.

Someday, I might take care of those issues.

However, don’t count on it.

I am free falling, and loving it.

Wolf

Enjoying a Friday in September, 2019

Anticipation: Friday Breakfast.

Tried a new spot: Not so hot.

Home at noon.

So sorry, Kim, about your faithful and loving friend, Tagnan, who passed away this morning.

So many memories, so many years, such a wonderful family member: A protector, a barker, a beautiful dog, who enjoyed a loving relationship.

Sadly, we all pass one day.

Moving along, in the afternoon, who showed up?

Cathy, Mary, Ron, Dana, Mark, Mike, and Patti.

We toasted to one another, enjoying the day with our friends.

Just one caveat: Live and let live.

We all have our strengths and our weaknesses.

It’s ok.

This is reality.

Who has time to be judgmental?

Home now, and ready to hunker down.

Us old drunks need our beauty sleep.

Not that it does much good.

Have a fabulous weekend.

Live, love and laugh.

Life is short!

xoxoxoxooxox

Wolf

Do you believe in magic?

Can it be?

A magical day?

Yes, it was.

Up early, for a fabulous breakfast.

Then?

A grave side experience with the Puffer.

Thank you Marlowe!!

Next?

Hey Dana!

You look tired!

Let’s kick back and enjoy a little peace and quiet, after your hectic day.

When she left?

She bounced right back and looked phenomenal.

In walks the Irish mafia: Mary and Cathy, with a fabulous gift from Ireland: Claddagh earrings.

What a fabulous gift!

I feel so special: I think I will wear them everyday!!!

Next?

Birthday party for Mark!

Such a lovely celebration.

The day could not have been any better!

A perfect day with friends!

See you all tomorrow!

Let’s do it again….

Wolf

Is that all there is?

How many of us say: “Ok, today, I am going to go for it! I am ready to take on the world.”

Then? We commute or drive to our workplace and die a slow death.

When the work day is done, we have a choice: Go home and join the rest of the world, or take the long way home?

Do you remember Peggy Lee?

“Let’s break out the booze and have a ball, if that’s all there is.”

So, we put on our masks and drive back to the world we have created, and wonder about the meaning of life, wondering is it?

Is it really all there is?

Yeah! I am feeling melancholy.

So what?

We all get that way, occasionally.

For me?

Rarely.

I thought I had given up that cynical aspect of life.

If you live every day, every moment, enjoying those you meet along the way, ask yourself the same question.

Is that really all there is?

For me?

I don’t have all the answers.

But I do know, that everyone I meet, is unique and special.

If you happened to find your soul mate?

Go for it.

If not, hey, friends, most of us do not, unfortunately, find it.

That is when we learn to cherish the friendships that we have.

Life is enough.

Live it.

Enjoy it.

Embrace it.

As the band America, once sang:

“Don’t give up until you drink from the silver cup and ride that highway in the sky.”

Wolf

A mixed bag of emotions

A busy weekend.

A fun weekend, in spite of the recent loss of Puff Daddy.

Scott and I went to the chili festival on Friday, in rural Pennsylvania.

It was a windy, chilly day, perfect for a tasting a few hot sauces before winding down at the Bower’s hotel for an orange beverage (or two).

In the afternoon, meeting up with friends for libations and laughter.

Saturday was a tough day, for the most part, crying over Puff, but by 3pm, I was on my way to see the gorgeous girls, Jen and Pam.

Not expecting to run into anyone I knew, I was surprised at the number of friends who stopped by to share a drink or two and to watch the exciting women’s open between Serena and Bianca.

Of course the “Boss” lady had to order a pizza for me, to make sure I was eating. My favorite: White pizza with sausage!!

On Sunday, I slept late and thought I had missed breakfast with Tim.

Nope.

He slept late also, so we had breakfast and then made our way to visit Chris, to sample a few of his specialty orange and or grapefruit crushes, topped off with a pina colada.

Got home in time to witness the Eagles coming off a first half slump, winning over the Redskins.

Glad I didn’t watch New England pound the hell out of the Steelers. Yikes!

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s learning to dance in the rain.”

Wolf

Goodbye Puff !

A seizure.

The last breath.

A courageous cat.

Gone.

She waited for me to get home, to say goodbye.

I will always love you, Puff.

You were a survivor, an inspiration, a hellion, a fighter, and a beautiful creature: all of this, in a cat weighing 6 lbs, bringing joy to my little family.

What an experience, sharing your life, throughout all the years of your health problems and your fortitude to endure whatever life had to offer.

Yes, I am sad, but I am also very privileged, to have shared your life with mine.

Dr. Seuss: ” Don’t cry because it is over. Smile because it happened!”

Wolf

A precious gift

Hanging with the Puff for the past several days.

Not expecting her to live through the night.

However, I was joyfully wrong.

Every day that I can spend with her, now, is truly a gift.

She won’t eat, but she is drinking water and cat broth.

Was up early and out to the grocery store to pick up a case of broth, hoping that she will continue to find the strength to survive.

So tiny, now, after several days of not eating.

When she isn’t sleeping, she wants to be held, for a few minutes, and then, off to rest again.

9 lives?

More like 109.

She is waging the final battle, now, for her life.

What a cat!

Wolf

A bitter sweet time

Labor Day Weekend, 2019

A quiet, bitter-sweet time, to watch over the little Puff, enjoying what may be her last days with me.

When a pet quits eating, it is usually a short time before they leave this world.

I want to be here for her, as she had been with Jim in his last days.

She has been a feisty, spunky cat all these years.

Although she was never “my” cat, she has established a relationship with me, over the past 3 years.

I will miss the little goof.

But she will live in my heart and memories, just like her brothers, Half Pint and Charles Barkley, and her sister, Yellow Belly.

Reflecting on the life and death of pets, they know how to enjoy life, and they accept death with peace.

For today, she is still with me.

For that, I am very thankful.

Wolf

Reflecting on growing up

Everyone learns in different ways.

Kids today? Usually visually.

Some, however, learn from doing.

For me, and my ancient heritage?

Listening was the key.

My childhood: Radio ruled, as we gathered around, to hear Arthur Godfrey, the news, or the creaking door.

Later, in my teens, it was hockey.

Every night, I would go to sleep listening to the North Stars, with a transistor radio in my bed.

Later, Grammy had a TV.

Can we come over to watch the Ed Sullivan show?

Elvis, the Beatles, the Doors and the Osmonds.

Mom and Dad finally got a TV, but we had to suffer through Lawrence Welk and Lassie.

It didn’t inspire me.

I reverted back to my radio life, listening to the talk shows, along with Bing Crosby, Rosemary Clooney, Amos and Andy, Boston Blackie and Inner Sanctum.

My preference for learning is still listening.

I can listen to a baseball game or to a horse race, on the radio and feel like I am there.

After all these years, I realize that learning depends on when you were born, what technology was available and one’s early environment.

Maybe that is why I love music: The ultimate listening experience.

Now, I have Sirius radio in my car.

And I love it.

Life and learning: In this fast moving world, some things never change.

Or, perhaps, it is just me, that clings to old habits.

Wolf