Monday, June 19, 2017

Love is my Religion...

One of the most peaceful days I have ever spent was visiting the Zayed Mosque in Abu Dhabi.  Respectfully clad, we checked in our shoes and wandered about marveling at the pristine beauty and breathtaking architecture.  Words cannot describe the feeling as we were invited to pray.  It was an experience that I'll never forget.

So it is with great sadness that I hear that London was once again the target of an attack and this one being specifically for religious reasons.  In looking up the name of the Mosque pictured above, I read about the recent renaming of it.  The Shiekh in an effort to promote tolerance has renamed the Zayed 'Mariam Umm Eisa' which translates into English as 'Mary, Mother of Jesus.'  I don't understand these acts at all.  Not a political person, my dumb bunny brain just wants us all to get along.

A tune by Ziggy Marley best describes my thought.  Ziggy says:

Well, I'm done searching now.
I found out what this life is worth, yeah.
Not in the books did I find,
But by searching my mind, yeah.

Love is my Religion.

Prayer go out to not only these victims but for all those effected by the tragedies in London recently.  It is a wholly unnecessary shame. 

Enjoy your week and pray that this violence can somehow be stopped.  xo

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Reminding Me...

Have you ever had what I call a 'perfect morning?'  Where it just all seems to come together?  I did, last Saturday at the beach house.  Allow me to share in the perfection..

Awaking to a quiet morning with Randy already fishing, I sat for a full hour, enjoying my coffee, reading a book and watching the sun rise over a flat calm beach.

Soon, I felt motivated to take on the only task I had scheduled for myself that morning.  Reluctantly,  I planned to head to 'town', rent a carpet scrubber and git 'er done.  But stepping outside, the glorious sunshine lifted my mood.  I popped the top off of Rocky and hit the road, but not before admiring the wildflowers that seemed to have popped up overnight. In town, I hoisted the cleaner in the Jeep and resolved to get to work...

Two hours and three antique stores later, I scored a vintage Rolling Stone magazine featuring Guns n Roses on the cover.  I noticed the 'open' sign on the local bakery and decided to drop in for a snack.  Got a great cup of coffee and some fresh baked butter cookies.

Making my way home I noticed a dude on a bike, doing the two thumb texting thing.  Distracted biking?  At least he had a helmet on.  My next visual came in the form of a big, burly Harley guy who pulled over his bike, unzipped his leather jacket and pulled out a Yorkshire Terrier.  Yep, a tiny Yorkie.  Snapped on a leash and proceeded to walk his puppy.  So cute!

Next up was a huge yard sale where the owners had apparently fallen victim to late night QVC and other infomercials.  The owner was sweet and I escaped that madness with a book purchase.

Cruising up the shoreline sippin' my Joe and munchin' butter cookies-gluten be damned, I got all teary when my favorite Bob Seger song came on.  'Roll me Away' indeed.  Arriving back at the beach, I thought it would be a great time to take Mickey for a beach walk and search for shoreline treasures.  He was only too happy to oblige..

By now, the procrastinator in me put off my carpet job till the next morning-today was just too good too waste.  Again, I marveled at the perfection of my complete sensory stimulation. 

What a great day to be alive.

Monday, June 5, 2017

One Sweet Day...

Never had I imagined
Living without your smile.
Feeling and knowing you hear me
It keeps me alive.

Although the sun will never shine the same
I'll always look to a brighter day.
Lord I know when I lay me down to sleep
You will always listen as I pray.

And I know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day.

Mariah Carey 1995

Monday, May 29, 2017

Sounds Good to Me...


Just got in this morning from Alaska where we took three, yes three, flights to get home.  The red eye out of Anchorage was my first ever ride where I traveled at night.  So I am bushed.  How lucky was I to have a vacation with my family where we ate, drank, explored, shopped, and laughed ourselves sick.  It was a blast and I will share more details when my head is not so jet lagged.

Thanks today to all my family and friends and those I've never met for their service to our country.  I think you are all very brave and I'm proud to personally know so many of you that gave of your heart for our country.  How do you thank someone for giving you your freedom?  I wish I knew.  But thank you again.
See you next week when my head is out of the clouds longer than a few hours.  Have a wonderful week-it's almost June!   Hugs my comrades. XO

Monday, May 22, 2017

Big Fish...

"Art comes alive in the arguments you have about it."    Banksy.

Yes, I admit that I go to Key West for the same reasons everybody goes-the Mojito's, the sunsets, the music and the incredible freak show that is the everyday spectacle.  But what I really love is the back to back art galleries.  Everything from local to fine art can be admired and in my case, lusted after.  Years ago the very first 'real' piece of art Randy and I ever purchased was in Key West.  It was a big deal for us and I still adore the piece. 

This year, while perusing a gallery, we spotted this pic of the classic Ernest Hemingway pose.  Not my usual taste; this one really caught my eye.  While Ernest is not my favorite author-his style is too masculine-he means something entirely different to me.  Ernest represents years of attending the Ernest Hemingway Week, where I participated in readings, running of the bulls, contests, etc.  Whooping it up in Sloppy Joe's where this very image can be found.  We both knew that this piece was our next purchase.  Securing Ernie in the truck, we made our way to Blue Heaven, the place we celebrated our last art purchase.  And then we took him home.

 At our condo, Ernest proudly greets you and is probably the first thing you notice when you walk in.  He sits on a wall between a large tarpon mount and a big marlin mount.  How perfect that the Old Man and the Sea sits between the fish he loved to pursue.

We've gotten mixed reactions on our choice.  Some love him, some are neutral and some have questioned our taste.  But who cares?  Art is in the eye of the beholder and we love it!




Monday, May 15, 2017

Heartbreak...

You are still a Mom, my friends will say;
but somehow it doesn't feel that way.
The one I nurtured and loved so very much;
is lost to me, his quick kiss and loving touch.
I don't really know what I am these days..
My identity has changed in so many ways
The piece of me that was the best, has
left me alone to stand the test.
To live again, I had to start
to move forward with this broken heart.
In his name, I'll fight this fight
and try my hardest, with all my might.
To love without my only son,
to stay strong and not come undone.
The pain does not ever  'go away'
I carry it with me everyday. 
But in your name, I promise to thrive
and work hard to keep your love alive.
The part of me that's now missing
will always be with you,
But this part is certain-and so true.

Everyday until the end;
My Son, my friend,

I will always be your Mom.
XO





Monday, May 8, 2017

Most Girls...

As a person who is fortunate enough to avoid 8 weeks of winter I know I shouldn't complain.  And I've always been bored by people who use the weather as their main source of conversation.  Is it going to be too cold to go to the Tiger's game?  Is it going to be too hot to go to the art festival?  What if it rains at the outdoor wedding venue?  Is the sleet going to cause the roads to be too treacherous for us to drive up north?  Will our condo survive hurricane season this year?  And my personal greatest fear-is it going to be windy?  I hate and am scared of high winds.  Those of you who know me, know that I will take to my bed with the pets and fervently pray to be delivered from the possible tragedy that could befall me and the furbabies should we have a giant tree crash across the bed.

But really...It's May 8 and it should be spring!  We only have 4 seasons and it's time for a new one!  Past time, if you ask me.  Last week found me moaning and groaning about the gray and rainy days.  Unmotivated and sluggish, I complained and commiserated with anyone who would participate. And I bored the hell out of myself.

As Michiganders we seem to be bonded in our struggle to deal with our unpredictable condition.  It is our true commonality and we are strongly attached to the way in which our weather can sometimes control our lives.  Survivors of crazy weather is one thing we have going for us and I think it has made us all adaptable creatures.

So instead of complaining, I am going to try to live in the moment and NOT wish I was back chillin' with my little tribe of mermaids in the pool where it's 80 and sunny every day.

What fun is that?
xo