Saturday, May 27, 2017

Grill Master

 A gig tomorrow evening, storms for the next couple of days, and I will be working on Monday, we decided to celebrate Memorial Day this afternoon.  We bought a new grill a few months ago and Rick now thinks he is the Grill Master.  It was awfully good food.

Lots of rehearsal time today, worked in the garden early this morning, rest this evening.  My favorite Britt shows come on Public TV tonight.  It has been a great Saturday.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Have a peaceful Sunday, remember the reason we have a Memorial Day.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Busy Friday

A picture perfect day.  Mid-eighties, blue skies, fluffy clouds made the past few days of rain and chilly winds fade away.

The last weekend of May.  June arrives in a few days, the year will soon be half gone.  It has been a strange few months.  January and February were so warm, it seems we should be somewhere in fall.  Yet, there are several months of hot weather to come.  I heard today, the Hurricane folks are saying we could have 3 or 4 big hurricanes.  I am not surprised.  Last weekend at the beach, the water was entirely too warm for May.

We have rehearsed most of the evening for our gig Sunday night.  I hope we have a good crowd, but you never know.  Holiday weekend, rain moving in...audiences can be fickle.  This is Kristin's first time playing Birmingham, I hope she gets a big audience.  She is an incredible artist and we are so lucky that she asked us to open for her.

Taz and Hook have both been my shadows today.  It is interesting, these doggie personalities.
One day they belong to Rick, the next, they are all about me.  Calliou seems to tolerate us both equally.  He has a cat personality, he thinks we are here to serve him.

My cup of hot tea awaits.  It has been a busy day.  It is a holiday weekend.  For those of you on the road, safe travels.  For all of us, take a moment to remember those who have given their lives in the service of their country.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Thursday, May 25, 2017


Last week when I shared the photo of all the things Jordan had created for his mom and grandmother for Mother's Day, I forgot to show you what he made me.  OOPS!

Isn't the wreath on my front door beautiful?  He did a great job.  We have decided he will be making everyone a Christmas wreath this year.  :)

Wednesday, May 24, 2017


As I taught the Chakra classes yesterday I spoke about how important service is in the quest for spirituality.  I explained that when I taught about giving to your community many think that I speak of giving money but that is not true.  What I teach, what I talk about is way more valuable than money, it is your time.

I looked at my students and told them that there is great need in every community.  There is a need for tutors, mentors, people to read to the sick, help care for the elderly's lawns, drive people to the doctor, help with home repairs.  Once you start looking and asking the needs are overwhelming.
I have tutored disadvantaged kids, prepared Thanksgiving and Christmas meals, and every Monday night I teach a free yoga class at a community center.

I explained that if you want to experience true joy, be of service.  Do that service with a heart full of gratitude and don't expect anything in return.  You will receive much more than you will ever give.

Service along with some kindness and a little joy will change you.  It will change how you look at other humans, at your neighbors and your community.  The needs are great all over the world, but do your part in your own back yard.  I believe if each of us helped one person around us each day our vision of our world would change.  Kindness just expands as it is given.  It is time to be the change we want to see in our community.  Change starts with one, kindness and love starts with one.
Be that one and see the difference.

Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Tuesday Catch-up

Last summer drought and heat, so far this week, monsoonal rains.  The weather is never dull in Alabama.

I did the final class on the Chakras today.  I teach the Throat, Third Eye and Crown Chakras in one class at work because of time constraints.  I love teaching this class especially because these three are so spiritual.  My students loved the class today.

I have finally recovered from our beach trip.  Sun, the ocean and Jordan and Anthony were loads of fun, but the five hour drive did a number on my back.  Yoga, ice packs and Advil made it better.

Tomorrow is hump day.  We have a major gig this weekend at a really great venue in Birmingham, Al.  It is a listening venue, Moonlight on the Mountain.  We are opening for an amazing artist who plays Irish harp, Kristin Rebecca.  If you live in the area, please come catch the show Sunday night at 7:30.  You won't be disappointed.

Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Monday, May 22, 2017

Summer Gardenias

The gardenias bloomed today.  No matter the date, it is now summer.  Magnolias, gardenias and honeysuckle and oak leaf hydrangea all in bloom, it is summer in Alabama.  The air tonight smells heavenly even with rain falling.  The house smells of gardenias as well.  I love them.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Beach Time

We spent the past four days in Destin, Florida.  Our friends, Wes and Deidra's baby girl got married on the beach so we were there for the event.  When Sam and Jordan heard we were going to the beach there were strong wishes that they could go too.  Our nephew Haven and his wife, Alesha and their son Anthony went as well.  It was fun being with kids at the beach.  Our morning strolls turned into excursions, a simple trip to the outlets turned into an adventure and meals were exciting as well.

We are both exhausted tonight and hate the thoughts of returning to work tomorrow.  But we promised ourselves and the kids there would be a next time, and hopefully more of the family could go.  Start this week off with peace and kindness.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Saturday, May 20, 2017


One of our best friend's daughter got married this evening.  It was an outdoor wedding and as all weddings are, it was beautiful.  The minister who did the ceremony was a good friend as well and his words were so touching.

There is something about weddings that is both happy and sad.  You see the bride and the groom full of love and hope, you see the parents usually happy but maybe a little apprehensive about the future of their young ones.  You see the grandparents, often frail, and just thankful they lived to see their grandchild's wedding.  You hear the vows and it is a reminder of how strong those words are you uttered so long ago.  You know the couple  will have good times and bad and you hope they make it through.

Our wedding, forty three years ago was so different than the one we attended today.  We drove to the  minister's house, changed clothes, said our vows, put our tee shirts and shorts back on, hit the local 7-11 for Boone's Farm wine and a pack of Twinkies and headed to the beach.  We were fearless and knew in our hearts that together we could make it through anything.  So far we have.

I hope your Saturday has been a good one.  I hope your Sunday is one of peace.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Friday, May 19, 2017

Shopping Day

Sometimes you just have to shop, and then you get a gelato and rest.  It has been a fun day, hanging with Jordan and Sam.  Never a dull moment with those two.

Hot dry continues, hoping for rain tomorrow, we are still in a drought.  Rumors of record lows next week, that wacky weather.

Since I took yesterday off, I thought today was Saturday.  I kept looking for my favorite shows on PBS tonight.  Rick finally looked at me and said "today is Friday."

Spread a little love and kindness tomorrow.  Enjoy your weekend.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Rocky Welcome

Many years ago, when Rick worked as an installer for South Central Bell one of his customers gave him two ancient rock planters.  Rick knew I would love them.  They flank our front steps with rugged beauty.  Our very first step is a hand cut rock from 1927 that was a wedding gift from the groom to his bride.  They built and lived in the farm house on our property.  Not only did he build the house but the barn as well.  When we built our house, Lilly was still living and she loved that we used her stepping stone for our house as well.

Those rock planters are always filled with flowers.  Usually impatiens in the spring and summer and pansies in the fall and winter.  I love that you are greeted with history as you walk up to our front door.  People always comment on those planters.

I took today off.  I missed a few days this month because of the flare up of my menier's but I felt a little extra rest was needed.  Sometimes a mental health day is as important as a physical one.

Tomorrow is Friday, I hope the weekend is full of joy for each of you.  Remember to be kind.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Wednesday Musings

Small intense classes today.  Those can be as draining as large ones, maybe more so.  It is hot and humid and I am drained tonight.  Between my morning class and the afternoon classes I gardened, did laundry and all things in between.

Even the dogs seemed drained this evening, heat and humidity takes its toll.

I got an invitation today for my cousin's 50th wedding anniversary.  I laughed when I saw their wedding picture on the invitation, they look like kids.  I was their junior bridesmaid, so I would have been maybe 14.  I remember their wedding.  I was so nervous, I did not want to mess up.  Fifty years, I hope that Rick and I make it to 50, just 7 more years to go.

Today was hump day, here's hoping that the rest of the week goes as smoothly as the first part has.
Don't forget, treat the folks around you the way you want to be treated.  It's all about kindness and joy.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Mamie and Johnnie

This coming Sunday is decoration/memorial where my dad's parents are buried, Mamie and Johnnie.
Some of my best childhood memories involve them and their house and gardens.  I made the flower arrangement so that it would look as if I had gathered flowers from Mamie's garden.  The vase is a chalk painted mason jar with twine.  Mamie would have loved it.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Happy Flowers

Before the heat and drought of summer hits, everything always looks so lush.  My favorite time, late spring, early summer when flowers are at their most beautiful.  

It has been a busy Monday.  Hope your week got off to a good start, keep the kindness going.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Project Complete

Mother's Day gifts are completed.  Jordan signed his hand painted cards for his Nana and mom.  He wove them each a wreath out of grapevines, added silk ivy and flowers, painted picture frames and decorated them to match the wreaths.  He had worked for three days on his secret project.  Nana and mom were thrilled.  Jordan was a proud nine year old.

It has been a good day.  It was memorial day where my parents, brother, and most of my mom's family are buried.  We had lunch with my sister Pat and her family.  I stopped by my oldest sister's Nell to give her a birthday present.

The day has been flooded with memories.  I  miss my mom.  I loved buying gifts for her.  She loved presents.

I hope that all of you have had a good day.  Those of you like me, who have fur babies or nieces and nephews and no kids of your own, know that you are loved.  For you moms, Happy Mother's Day.
I hope it was filled with love.

Start tomorrow with joy, spread some kindness.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Always With Me

This came across my timeline on FB this week.  It resonated with me on many levels, I hope that those of you whose mom's have passed find comfort in these words tonight.

The day my mother died I wrote in my journal, "A serious misfortune of my life has arrived." I suffered for more than one year after the passing away of my mother. But one night, in the highlands of Vietnam, I was sleeping in the hut in my hermitage. I dreamed of my mother. I saw myself sitting with her, and we were having a wonderful talk. She looked young and beautiful, her hair flowing down. It was so pleasant to sit there and talk to her as if she had never died. When I woke up it was about two in the morning, and I felt very strongly that I had never lost my mother. The impression that my mother was still with me was very clear. I understood then that the idea of having lost my mother was just an idea. It was obvious in that moment that my mother is always alive in me.
I opened the door and went outside. The entire hillside was bathed in moonlight. It was a hill covered with tea plants, and my hut was set behind the temple halfway up. Walking slowly in the moonlight through the rows of tea plants, I noticed my mother was still with me. She was the moonlight caressing me as she had done so often, very tender, very sweet... wonderful! Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine but a living continuation of my mother and my father and my grandparents and great-grandparents. Of all my ancestors. Those feet that I saw as "my" feet were actually "our" feet. Together my mother and I were leaving footprints in the damp soil.
From that moment on, the idea that I had lost my mother no longer existed. All I had to do was look at the palm of my hand, feel the breeze on my face or the earth under my feet to remember that my mother is always with me, available at any time.
- Thich Nhat Hanh, in "No Death, No Fear”.
Artwork: Anna Silivonchik

Friday, May 12, 2017


We have had many mandevillas  but never one that has bloomed so profusely.  Every morning we step out on the deck and there are more buds and more flowers.   Wow.   Just had to share another picture with you all tonight.

I hope your Friday has been a good one.  Find some joy this weekend, spread some around and be kind.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Glass Pitcher

Years ago my dad gave me a small rectangle glass pitcher. He and my mom lived next door to a car wash, and it seems people were always tossing interesting stuff from their cars. One morning as he walked their dog he saw a squatty little chunk of glass on the pavement. He thought it might be something I would like. He was right.
That little pitcher and a gag Christmas gift were the last two things he ever gave me. The pitcher was always intriguing to me. The size and shape were unusual, yet familiar. And why and how did it end up on the pavement of a car wash?
My dad died a few short months after giving me the pitcher. Its importance grew by leaps and bounds. I have now owned it for over twenty-five years.
It sits on my kitchen counter reminding me of my dad. Some days I feel it is his watchful eye making sure all is well. It has been a vase, a vessel to transport water to my houseplants, and water to the dog’s bowl. Most days it just sits on the counter.
In the beginning, I kept looking at that little pitcher wondering why there was such a familiar connection with it. It seemed to have been a part of my past even before my dad gave it to me. I asked family members if our grandparents or anyone else in the family had owned a pitcher like it.
No one else felt that sense of deja vu that I felt.
Several years after my dad had died I was home sick with the flu. I thought maybe some old television comedies would make me feel better. I began channel surfing and found one of my favorites – I Love Lucy. It was just as I remembered funny, silly, predictable but comforting.
About half way through the show, Lucy was making breakfast in the kitchen with Desi. He asked if there was any orange juice. Lucy went to fridge and when she turned around, there it was. My little pitcher, full of orange juice. I felt I had reconnected with an old friend.
I knew deep in my childhood memory banks that Lucy episode was stored.
That is why the pitcher always felt familiar, why it felt it was a part of my life. I laughed out loud that morning, marveling at the power of memory.
My family had watched so many episodes of I Love Lucy together. It was one of our favorite shows. I thought about the connection of pitcher, show, laughter and the love of my dad. Who knew so many seemingly unconnected things were connected.  Isn’t that how life is? We live in a universe full of ripples, and sooner or later we all are touched by some of them.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Old Survivor

She is an old soul.  Winter ice and cold, summer's droughts have tried their best to kill her, but she survives.  She once stood eight feet tall, last year's drought and heat took her down to less than three feet, but she is a fighter.

At least twenty years ago, we were having lunch with  Rick's mom.  Rick's birthday was coming up in a few weeks and she asked what he wanted.  Rick cheerfully replied, " a shrub."  She asked again and he said the same thing.  For his birthday he got a shrub, this beautiful rhododendron.

I love this plant, her beauty and her strength.  I hope she survives another twenty years.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Water Is Life

Yesterday was interesting.  I had not slept over 2 or 3 hours a night since I had been on the steroids.  I felt really bad yesterday morning but had promised Jordan he could stay with me until I left for work after lunch.  I made it through the front door at work, that was as far as I got.  My co-workers put me in a chair, my friend and co-worker Fred parked my car and brought me home and stayed with me until Rick came home.   That is how quickly vertigo, migraine and nausea hits with menieres disease.
Poor Fred,  I tossed my cookies on the way home.

Finally the nausea meds made me sleep last night and a couple of hours today.  I did go in and teach this afternoon.  Very slow, gentle classes, lots of breath work, life can be interesting.

Still on the steroids for a couple of more days and hopefully this two week bout/flare up with menieres will be part of my past for a long time.  I had gotten rather cocky, almost a year without a flare, I began to think I was bullet proof.  But heat exhaustion and dehydration a couple of weeks ago taught me a valuable lesson.

I said all of this to say this tonight.  To remind all of you as well myself, these bodies we live in are mostly water.  For function and health we have to hydrate.  Summer is fast approaching, don't wait until you are thirsty to drink water. Start the day with a glass of water, take a glass to bed with you.
And at every point in between hydrate.  I have had a rough two weeks because I didn't do what I knew to do.  Even for the teacher, transformation can be difficult.  Most nutritionists tell you to drink the equivalent of half your body weight in ounces daily.  More if you are in the heat.  First signs of dehydration is usually headache and fatigue, thirst comes later.

Water is life.  Water helps the blood flow, the heart to work, the digestive tract to function, the brain to do its best.  Water is life.  Repeat that many times daily.  Water is life.  It will even help your metabolism.  Water is life.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Top Secret

Jordan spent the morning with me.  He is working hard on a top secret project, a Mother's day surprise for his mom and his Nana.  Will show you the completed project in a few days.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Healing and Joy

My sister Nell made the fruit bowl for me for Christmas, the salt and pepper shakers were my grandmother Mamie's and the vase belong to my mom.  A table full of love tonight, greens and yellow for healing and joy.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Life Is Good

It has been a very good day.  I got an email from a friend that I had not heard from in some time.  I saw several old friends this evening for dinner.  We visited our nephew at his new home and spent some time with Rick's sister.  These are the "big rocks" the things that matter most to me.

The sun came out today, the cold weather is starting to fade and my garden is growing by leaps and bounds.  We have green tomatoes!  The blueberries are starting to ripen and my hens are laying again.
Life is good.

We are working hard on our show for our next gig.  The gears are starting to move toward our next CD.  We don't move full speed ahead anymore, we take life as we should, one day at a time.  Usually it is one breath at a time.

Another Sunday rolls around, may peace fill your hearts, know that you are worthy of love and joy.
Life is good.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Happy Anniversary

43 years ago today, Rick and I married.  Some said it would never last,  we said it would never end.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Thursday Thoughts

Incredible classes today, full of love, full of peace.  Many new faces, and the last two say goodbye who have been a part of this last group of students.  Amazing individuals, everyone of them has touched my life deeply, I have been transformed by being their teacher.

Next week starts a new group, new dynamics and personalities. That is the nature of my job, of where I work.  Flexibility is more than bending and twisting the body.  The spirit and the  mind have to have flexibility as well at work and in living.

Chilly weather visits us tomorrow, only in the 50's but I am sure by next week the 80's will be back.
Tomorrow I go for a haircut, time for a change.

I hope your Friday starts your weekend on a good note.  May your weather be fair, take time for yourself, share a smile and spread some kindness.  We all need kindness, don't forget it, you'll reap what you sow.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Mamie's Garden

The picture tonight is part of my "Mamie" garden, named for my dad's mom.  She taught me gardening in the most amazing way.  Her yard was full of flowers, not a blade of grass, just stepping stones and flowers.  Out back she had herbs and fruit trees and then down a dirt road, a vegetable garden. Every inch of dirt that she could possibly grow something in, she did.  Containers were the same way, she recycled before anyone knew the word.  She had plants in cans, old kitchen containers, slop jars, tires, whatever held dirt, she used it.

If we had a cut, scape, burn, bite, cold whatever, she had  something for it.  Lard was used for cooking as well as doctoring.  I wish I had had the good sense to write down everything she did.  She used clean white sheets to dry fruits and vegetables on to eat during the winter.  She could tat lace, crochet, quilt, knit, embroider and she loved to work crossword puzzles in the newspaper.

Family members have told me for years that I am just like her.  I hope so.  My mom was exceptional and she too learned a great deal from Mamie, but never in my life have I ever met anyone else like Mamie.  Hard times and being poor never stopped her from being giving and kind.  She died when I was in my early 20's, I still miss her so much.  The plants in my Mamie garden came from her yard.
They are most precious to me, worth more than any amount of money.

I am grateful tonight for the strong, yet kind women in my life, my mom, Mamie and my two older sisters.  All four helped to guide me, to love me.  I am a lucky woman.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Butterflies Welcome

My butterfly bush has truly blossomed this week.  The butterflies and bees are loving it, so am I.
Hump day tomorrow, an early class then off for the day and a visit with Louis.

Be kind, be loving and spread the joy.

Monday, May 1, 2017

May 1

May 1...the fifth month of the year, how did it get here so fast?

May 1....our 44th anniversary is May 5th

May1.... Mother's Day is this month, I really miss shopping for my mom

May 1...gardenias bloom this month

May 1...a beach trip is planned

May the whole world looked like technicolor

May 1...May Day, did you celebrate?

May will be out by the end of the month, Jordan can't wait

May 1...blueberries are starting to ripen

May 1....graduations, weddings, vacations, what a busy month

May 1...fresh fruits and veggies, I am in heaven

May 1....cookouts and home-made ice cream

May 1...2017 is almost half gone

May 1...long flowing dresses and skirts, my choice of May clothing

May 1....take a deep breath, this month will be gone before you know it

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Dirt Lover

I love playing/writing music.  I love teaching yoga.  I love gardening (playing in the dirt).
Today Rick and I rehearsed for our May gig.  We are the opening act for someone from the East coast.  It's a big deal for us, so we are practicing like crazy.

Today we also went to gardening center and bought more plants.  We laughed all the home discussing how we need to get our habit under control.  We came home and both played in the dirt.  There have been recent studies that suggest there is bacteria in the soil that helps with depression.  What can I say, playing in the dirt makes me happy, maybe it will work for some of you too.

Rains and some storms have come through this afternoon.  The rain was so welcome.  The weather service has placed us in drought conditions again.  It seems even when it rains, the next day strong winds and breezes began to blow, the soil dries out and here we go.  Hoping with this system we have broken the pattern.

Today is the last day of April, 2017.  I blinked and four months of this year have disappeared.
It's so important to do what we love, spend time with those we love and spread some kindness. Time does have wings ( we wrote a song about it) and even if you are young the years fly by.

Start your week, start May with the sharing of love, the spreading of joy and the act of kindness. Play in some dirt!

Saturday, April 29, 2017


My hunny bunny upgraded my iPhone today.  It's much bigger than my old one, and it is rose gold.
Rose gold, fancy word for soft pink.  Me and cell phones, me and technology don't really jive, so I was not sure about a new phone.   But the camera is so worth it.  Now Rick is jealous.  I see an upgrade in his future soon.

It has been a beautiful hot day.  Much too warm for April, but what can you do?  I ventured out today, for errands and such.  What a transformation.  So good to feel good.

The picture I took with my new phone is another flower, of course.  Foxgloves were always in my mom and my grandmother Mamie's gardens.  I make sure they are always in mine as well.  I think they are elegant and the colors rich.  A few years ago I had a yellow one, am looking for yellow now and peach.  I know they are somewhere waiting for me.

My transformation this week has been a rough one, but it taught me a lesson.  Sometimes the teacher forgets to practice what she teaches.  The lesson, hydrate in hot weather and take frequent cooling breaks.

May your Sunday be all things peaceful, may you feel joy and know kindness.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Lesson Learned

"Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes...including you."   - Anne Lamott

I am taking this quote to heart this weekend and sorta of unplugging myself.  Well what I am actually doing is as my husband so fondly says, "laying sorry."  I  crashed and burned last night, the migraine, vertigo and nausea all came together for a party at my expense.

Thankfully around noon today I started to feel human again.  The doc thinks I got overheated and dehydrated.  Since I did IVIG treatments I have not sweated nor do I feel heat until it is too late.
 I live in a hot humid climate,  I have to be extremely mindful of the heat and hydration, this week I did neither.  I paid the price.  Lesson learned.

As I was working on this post tonight I realized that Rick and I both shot pictures of the same flower today.

My Friday has been spent on the sofa or sitting in the shade on the deck with a glass of water never leaving my hand.  I hope yours has been simple and easy.  I hope your weekend is simple and easy.
Don't forget to be kind.

Thursday, April 27, 2017


I worked today, am still not 100 percent, maybe by tomorrow.   My favorite two scents of summer, gardenia and honeysuckle.  Walking the dogs today I came upon a small tree covered in honeysuckle.
It smelled heavenly.  I wish you all could smell it.

Tomorrow is Friday, it will be a day of rest for me.  On this last weekend of April remember to treat others the way you want to be treated.  Early bed for me tonight.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Full Bloom

For the first time in almost a year, I am in the throes of a vertigo attack with the Meniere's disease which I deal with.  Just a photo tonight.  A picture of the John rose bush in full bloom.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017


For the past week I have said goodbye to so many of my students.  This has been such a remarkable group and I will miss them.  But it's the nature of my job to say hello and goodbye.  It has been a very long time since I have had a group of students who embraced me and my classes like this group has.

Always prayers for each group who leaves, but this one leaves my heart a little more empty than most.  I have sent each of them off with hugs, prayers and some tears and hopes for the life they deserve.  Hopes for the life they were born to live.

Early morning class and then at some point tomorrow I will go see Louis.  This letting go of such a friend causes a great deal of pain and sadness.  I am weary tonight.

May we all know peace, appreciate all that we have and love and respect each other.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Monday, April 24, 2017


I have a green thumb for many things, but not for roses.  My brother Ricky can grow roses with the best of them.  He called yesterday and said my roses are blooming come take a look.  They took my breath away.

It has been tough day.  My friend Louis is getting worse.  Loss sucks doesn't it?

This is the last week of April.  Make tomorrow count.  Hug those you love, be kind, everyone you meet is fighting some sort of battle you know.  Enjoy my brother's roses.  They smell as good as they look.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Gig Pics

Thought you all might enjoy seeing a picture of us from our gig last night.  Our friend Dana shot it.
Hope that today was a restful peaceful Sunday.  It was for us, just what we needed.  Can you believe April is going by so fast?

Tomorrow is a the start of a new week.  Be kind, smile, spread some joy and breathe.

Saturday, April 22, 2017


I love porch weather.   It is where I find serenity.  Our gig was awesome despite the storms.  Time for bed.  Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Friday, April 21, 2017

Good and Bad

We got a great afternoon of practice in today.  We play Old Town Coffee House in Hartselle, Al tomorrow night.  This is our first gig there and we are excited.

We also went to the garden center today and bought more tomato plants, egg plants and another butterfly bush for the butterfly garden.  I am so happy.

It has been a picture perfect weather day.  Clear blue skies, fluffy clouds, 84 degrees more June like than April, but the temps drop on Sunday.

We visited Louis at the hospital today.  He is so very frail.  I called him this afternoon and the hospice nurse was talking with him.  My heart is breaking.  Loss is tough and it does not get easier with age.

I hope your weekend is a good one.  Hug the ones you love.  Smile at those you meet.  Be kind to everyone, even those who don't deserve it.

Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Seven Years

Times flies.   Seven years ago today I wrote my first blog entry.  It has been quite a journey.  Just like life, there have been ups and downs, good and bad, happy and sad.  Many of you have been with me since the beginning, through sickness and health.

I am grateful for this journey.  I am thankful that you all have read my humble words and gazed at my photos.  You have been there for me when I needed friends, inspiration and kindness.
Thanks for a journey that would not have taken place without you.  I appreciate each of you.

I will go down this path as far as I can.  Blessings of love, joy and always kindness to each of you.
My heart is full of gratitude.   Tonight I celebrate this anniversary, never did I dream I would still be sharing this path.

Goodnight, sweet dreams

Wednesday, April 19, 2017


Slowly getting the yard spring and summer ready.  We cleaned and reworked the butterfly gardens out back last week.  Buddy the Bunny lives there now.  Today I found hanging baskets of petunias at our local curb market, two came home with me.  Hot pink and purple ones and they smelled so good!

We rehearsed for our gig, and Rick had to do emergency repair on our air conditioner.  Hoping we don't have to buy a new one.  I spoke with Louis this morning, he is holding his own.

Hump day was a smooth one, here's hoping the rest of the week is too.   Sending hopes of peace, kindness and joy to everyone.  May we all treat each other with respect.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017


John roses, honeysuckle and Francis the yoga frog all made me smile today.  I am grateful.
Tomorrow share the love, give a hug and be kind.  Everyone is fighting a battle of some sort these days.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Monday, April 17, 2017

Tough Day

It has been a difficult day.  My chair buddy Louis who spent my three years of IVIG treatments holding my hand, who has been to our home for holidays and family dinners is getting ready to make his transformation to the next place.  Tonight, he is holding his own but the doctors say he won't get better.

Louis is a friend, he is family.  I talk with him almost daily.  He is the kindest sweetest person you would ever want to meet.  I don't want him to suffer, but I can't imagine life without him.  I am struggling.  He doesn't want me to come to the hospital, but I want to go hug him one more time.
He knows that Rick and I love him, but I want to tell him one more time.

My heart is so heavy tonight. Loss is so hard.  I am so very grateful that he came into my life, into my family's life.

Just a reminder to all of you tonight.  Tell those you love that you love them.  Hug them, let them know you care.  Goodnight, Sweet dreams.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Easter Soccer

We had lunch with my sister.  Then we went to Rick's sister's for her egg hunt  This evening my brother and his family came over for hot dogs and soccer.  To say I might be tired is an understatement.  But it has been such a fun day.   Rick got a picture of me and some of the kids after soccer today, we were all a little weary.  I hope your weekend has been a good one.

Spread a little love tomorrow and a lot of kindness.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Bunny Boy

We spent the morning at the local garden center, mid-afternoon rehearsing for our gig next weekend, then a visit with my older brother and then until dark working in the garden.  Long day.

As we were leaving the garden center, a piece of yard art caught my eye.  I am a sucker for yard art.
He now lives in our butterfly garden.  His name is Bunny Boy.  Have a peace filled Easter.  Enjoy the day however you celebrate.  I hope you all find a chocolate bunny somewhere.
Say hello to Bunny Boy.

Friday, April 14, 2017

Strange Spring

I can never in all of my life remember an Easter weekend this warm.  It was 90 degrees today.
It has been a strange spring.  Pollen counts are off the charts, all the trees are green, except for fruit trees.  Normally our peach tree blooms in February,  it has bloomed out this week.  The apple trees are just starting to show young green buds.  It looks and feels like summer yet something feels so strange about it.

We will plant some of our garden tomorrow.  Normally we don't plant until May but, it is so warm now the summer heat and drought might hit us soon.

Easter weekend.  Easter was a big deal when I was a child.  It always involved a new dress, shoes, hat and usually a spring coat or topper as my mom called them.  I did not get a lot of new clothes, but I did get a dress for Easter, one for Christmas and a couple when school started.  I loved all my dresses except those made of organza.  Those were the ruffled, stiff, scratchy ones.  I was miserable when I had to wear them.  I also loved my hats.  It is too bad that wearing hats is not as fashionable as it once was.

We will visit my sister and her family and Rick's sister and her family on Sunday.  Sunday afternoon,
the great nieces and nephews are coming over for grilled hot dogs and a soccer game.  It will be our first hot dog meal of the season.

Many of you have probably attended church services tonight.  May you experience peace this holiday weekend and may you carry it with you throughout next week.  Don't forget to treat others the way you would like to be treated.

Thursday, April 13, 2017


My mom planted this tree years ago here on the farm.  She called it a red tip, not sure what it is but the bees love it.  This one is huge, covered in tiny white flowers.  The leaves are dark and shiny green with red tips.  The smell is kinda of funky, musky and damp.  But, it is beautiful.

Tomorrow is Friday, the start of the Easter weekend.  Blessings of peace, love and kindness to you and yours.  May peace wrap around us all like a warm blanket of love.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Yellow Flowers

Walking the dogs today I saw these yellow flowers and thought about Rick's mom.  She loved yellow flowers so whenever we put flowers on her grave I try to always make them yellow.  She died about five years ago on a mild February afternoon.   A few days after her funeral I was thinking about her and hoping that she was somewhere peaceful.  I walked down to our mailbox and our forsythia was in full bloom, yellow flowers everywhere.  I laughed and then I saw the most amazing thing, a big yellow and black butterfly in all those yellow flowers.  I knew that she was at peace and happy.

I know many don't believe in signs, but I do.  I think we have to look for them and be in tune with our surroundings.  Awareness is important in every part of our life.  We have to open our eyes as well as our hearts and minds to accept the gifts that are everywhere, just waiting for us.  I hope tomorrow you see the amazing beauty and gifts that surround you.  Remember to treat others the way you want to be treated.  May life treat you kind.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

John Rose

This is the first John rose of the season.  I don't know what the real name is.  My mother called it the 7 sister rose because there were 7 tiny roses on each stem.  You see them all along the country side here.  Growing on fence posts and covering the remains of old houses usually with honeysuckle vines entwined.

I call it John rose because around 1990 our friend John dug it up for me and brought it to the house for me to plant.  John died from a horrible raging cancer in the blizzard of 1993 and I have cherished this rose.  It is big and sprawling and soon to be covered in hundreds of tiny pink roses.  The first one is never very pretty  but it is always special because it reminds me of John and his kindness.
As soon as the other blooms appear I will take a picture.

John was big and loud, charming and educated and truly one of the kindest people I have ever known.
I still miss him.  He was a bright and shinning star who left this place way too soon, but the people who were lucky enough to know him, will never forget him.  That single little rose brought a big smile to my face this morning, I knew it would be a good day.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Wild Iris

As I walked the dogs this morning Mother Nature presented me with a gift.  More of the rescued wild flowers that Sam and I had planted were blooming.  Over 15 years ago and they are still thriving.
This was my favorite, the wild iris, just in time for Easter.  Passover blessings to those celebrating tonight, and for those who celebrate Easter, may you have a blessed Holy Week.

Remember to share the love this week and spread a little kindness, it is what the world needs now.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Moon Gaze

Rick was supposed to have had a book signing today at the local library in Jasper.  But things happen and the library was unable to  host the event.  In the past, the local mall had hosted several signings for him and they graciously agreed to do that today.    It was probably one of the most successful signings he has ever done.  Books were sold, cds were sold, new friends were made, old friends came by and the local cable show did an interview with us.  We had a great day.

It has been a very good weekend, busy but very good.  Tonight I am tired.  It's ok.   As my mom use to say, I can rest when I am dead.  :)  The almost full moon is shinning down on me through the window.  What is it about that silvery orb that gives me such hope?  I look up at the night sky and know that all is well for right now.

My cup of hot tea is ready and so am I.  Tomorrow is the start of a brand new week and Passover for some of you.  A holy week for many.  May you all celebrate your connection to spirit, and whatever your religious beliefs are, may you know and share kindness and love.  Treat others the way you wish to be treated.   Be sure to moon gaze.

Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Saturday, April 8, 2017

A Prayer for All

Rick and I took Jordan and Samantha to the Birmingham Art Museum today to see a Sand Mandala created by Lama Tenzin Deshek, the director of the Losel Maitri Buddhist Center.  It was truly a work of beauty and on April 15 it will be dismantled to teach the lesson of impermanence.

After we admired the mandala and other works of Buddhist art including amazing sculptures the monk gathered all who wanted to participate in a meditation upstairs. It was truly a beautiful meditation for peace and happiness for all.  What I found extremely uplifting was a prayer that he offered at the end of the meditation.  It was a prayer that I had given copies of to my students this week and that I had prayed before my family's Thanksgiving meal this past year.
I share it with all of you tonight.

May all beings everywhere
Plagued by sufferings of body and mind
Obtain an ocean of happiness and joy
By virtue of my merits.
May no living creature suffer,
Commit evil, or ever fall ill.
May no one be afraid or belittled,
With a mind weighed down by depression.
May the blind see forms
And the deaf hear sounds,
May those whose bodies are worn with toil
Be restored on finding repose.
May the naked find clothing,
The hungry find food;
May the thirsty find water
And delicious drinks.
May the poor find wealth,
Those weak with sorrow find joy;
May the forlorn find hope,
Constant happiness, and prosperity.
May there be timely rains
And bountiful harvests;
May all medicines be effective
And wholesome prayers bear fruit.
May all who are sick and ill
Quickly be freed from their ailments.
Whatever diseases there are in the world,
May they never occur again.
May the frightened cease to be afraid
And those bound be freed;
May the powerless find power,
And may people think of benefiting each other.

For as long as space remains,
For as long as sentient beings remain,
Until then may I too remain
To dispel the miseries of the world.”

Friday, April 7, 2017

Find Some Balance

"Life is all about balance."  That is the sign on the yard art that our great nephew Jordan bought for us today.    What can I say?  This nine year old knows me so well, he knew that Rick and I would love the treasure that he bought for us.   It is a bike with wheels that spin in the wind and a headlamp that is a solar light.  It has a place of honor on our deck.

Life is all about balance isn't it?  You can let your job, bills, world events and natural disasters take over your life, but a nine year old full of joy and love and a piece of yard art puts it all in perspective.
It is the simple question that I ask in my class daily, "what time is it, where are you?"  The time is now and you are here.  A life in balance is what so many seek, but they don't realize how simple finding that balance can be.

Tomorrow find some balance.  Walk barefoot on the grass.  Eat an ice cream cone.  Hug someone.
Don't be afraid to look foolish.  Feel the wind and sun on your face.  Laugh out loud.  Take your watch off and put your cell phone away for an hour.  Breathe.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Good Day

My classes today have been so wonderful.  I teach to help others, but I swear the group I have now is helping me to transform.  The past few weeks have made me a better teacher.  These students have made me a better teacher.  I can hardly wait to walk into my class room each day, look at their faces, feel their energy and know it will be a good day.  Even when they are having a bad day,  they come in so thirsty and hungry that my heart knows what to give them.

My friends and family keep asking when am I going to retire, but all I know is not now.  I know my age qualifies me for retirement, but my spirit and thankfully my body does not, at least not for now.

The moon is waxing nicely.  As I drove home tonight it rose in the night sky as the sun set.   The air is chilly.  My mom would say we are in the middle of blackberry winter.  The blackberries are blooming and Easter is just around the corner.  For some reason, Easter always seems to bring a cold snap.

Hook, the pitt bull needed cuddle time tonight.  Taz and Calliou are asleep, but Hook ( all 100 pounds of him) climbed up in my lap, lay his head on my knees and began to snore.  He so rarely wants to be petted or cuddled so we shared some couch time.  Because he is deaf I was worried about how he would fit in with the other dogs, but all three have become friends.  I am so glad we took him in.

I am way past tired tonight.  This weekend will be all about practicing for our gig on April 22 and Rick has a book signing this Sunday afternoon at the local mall.  I also brought all the yoga mats home to wash.  One breath at a time and it will be get done.

Tomorrow is Friday, someone will need a smile and maybe even a hug and everyone will need kindness.  Pass it on.  Wishing all of you a good day, a good weekend.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Hump Day

Thankfully the storms were not as bad as the Weather Service  had feared.  There were still tornadoes, high winds, hail and torrential rain but it could have been much worse.  We are safe and sound.

We walked the property this evening, lots of small limbs scattered about but that is no biggie.  Our fruit trees are starting to bloom, peach trees, pears and there are baby blueberries.  This time of year, each walk brings a surprise.

Calliou's thunder shirt came today, after the storms passed.  But, we will have it ready for the next one.  I hope it works.  I have heard pros and cons.

We have a gig at a new coffee house in a couple of weeks.  It is always exciting to play a new venue.
I know this sounds a little strange but as much as I love performing for our friends, I love playing for new people just as much.  New audiences keep you honest.  They let you know the songs that resonate and those that don't.

This week is almost over.  Don't let it pass without spreading some kindness.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Send Good Thoughts

Yoga and meditation classes were incredible today.  I am such a lucky teacher.  Having students who are so thirsty for knowledge is what every teacher hopes for.  I have learned to cherish these moments, you don't get them every day.

Today was picture perfect, 82 degrees, blue skies, gentle breezes.  The weather guys are saying mother nature will show us her nasty side tomorrow.  The jet stream and the gulf stream are going to see who is the strongest and baddest.  I admit it is scary stuff.  We have one line coming early morning and then the next after lunch.  Thoughts of April 27 five years ago keep rolling through my brain and probably everyone else's who lives in Alabama and the southeast.  Hoping that momma takes pity on all of us and calms down.  No school tomorrow.

Send us your good thoughts.

Spread a little love, kindness and joy where ever you go tomorrow.  Everybody needs some.