After meditation this morning, I sat down at the laptop as usual to check Facebook and see what I’d missed overnight.  No Facebook.  Hmmm.  So I went over to Twitter to see if anyone was talking about why Facebook was down and didn’t see anything about it there.  Then I went over to LinkedIn and it was down as well.  I switched from Google Chrome to Mozilla Firefox 4 in case it was a browser problem.  Still down.  I went over to Google News and clicked on Space Coast news, and Florida Today was down.  I decided for whatever reason, the Universe doesn’t think I need to be at the computer at 6:00am , so I’m going back to bed.  Maybe it’s just the eclipse.  Maybe it’s the rapture.  Whatever, I’ll be somewhere when I wake up.  And if this is my last day on Earth, it’s been a blast and I’m thrilled I’m the one who got to live my life. Continue reading →

I must remember that what I say is not always what the listener hears, and we may not be having the same experience even though we’re side by side.

The Nuthatch

Yesterday afternoon I had the coolest experience in the garden.  I’d just moved the sprinkler from one section of the garden to another and 3-4 little grey/blue/white wren-like birds began landing on branches in front of me and darting from branch to branch and to the waterpot, over and over.  They took drinks and preened right in font of me, I could have reached and touched them.  I was walking when they began doing it, so I stood still to see how long they would stay.   It was such a cool moment!  I love my NOW.  Even now.  And now, too.  I wonder what the birds were, does anyone know?  They were definitely a blue/grey/white, not brown, and otherwise looked like wrens. My bird book only shows brown wrens. They are thumb sized (including wings and head) and they kind of hover but are not hummingbirds.  On Facebook, Rhonda Gaylord suggested it might be the blue-gray gnatcatcher and they look real silimar but a little bigger.  Galpal Suzanne Richmond suggested a nuthatch and  I see that’s exactly what they are.

I hate to waste food, but I’ve learned to discard it rather than eat the few bites left just to not waste them.  My tummy thanks me, my hips thank me and my clothes thank me by fitting perfectly.  Who knew at 59 I’d be thrilled with how my butt looks in jeans?   I wrote in Counting Carbs — I Won’t Do That Again “The last thing I want to do when I’m an old chick is drag around some fat and sick body while I’m trying to have my fun adventures.”

If you could begin again now, with no responsibilities from the past, no debt, no family obligations, what would you do?  The money doesn’t matter and you can bring from the past anything you’d like.  What would you do?

When you get derailed in conversations with friends, is that because you’ve got a thinner rail, or because they are closer to the ground and have less fear of falling?

I had a fun day Saturday, driving around Melbourne with Bryan Tilford, delivering the June Horizons Magazine to Creative Energy, Aquarian Dreams, Nature’s Market and Herb Corner.   We had fun goofing off and on the way home went to Chili’s for lunch.  We had chicken ceasar salads and made little sandwiches out of the croutons and shaved parmesean cheese.  When I got home I crashed out from 5:00pm til 1:00am.  When I woke up and reached for my glasses, they were missing. How can my glasses be missing, when all I did was nap in the big puffy chair? I felt all around me within arm’s reach and nothing.  Not in the chair, not on the floor. I got up and retraced my steps.  Increasingly I don’t need my glasses, so I’ve taken to laying them down, but usually only in obvious places where I can’t miss them.  Interestingly enough, my glasses from last year were also missing and I had to use a pair of designer eyeglasses from the 1970’s that made me look like Fearless Fly.  The new glasses are so lightweight and rimless that I needed to wear glasses in order to find them.  And voila, there they were.  Apparently when I was in the kitchen feeding Izzy, I’d tossed them in the trash.   That’s a new one. Continue reading →

I love it when I meet someone for the first time and we both get that we’ve known each other for lifetimes and are just reconnecting in this one.  And even better: when our issues and neuroses complement each other and don’t overlap.  Better still when we can call each other on our stuff and laugh about it and no one takes it personally and gets ticked.  That’s huge.  I have a few friends like that and it’s always nice to come across a new one.