never look back

 Never Look back

I was driving down the road and suddenly I realized I was following my mother in her new car. I started to honk my horn and wave. No response! OK I Honked and waved again.  No response.  I then Hung my arm out of window waving and honked again. Nothing! No response.

Finally, she pulled into a discount store parking lot and so I followed her.

 I got out and asked her; didn’t you hear me honking at you? Didn’t you see me waving at you?

No, but I did hear someone honking, but I never look in my rear view mirror. I did not ask why, I already know the answer!

She is a helper of the time warp aliens(they suck your time away).when I get a picture of them I will post it.

 People probable honk at her all the time. She is one of those old people on the road driving 10 miles slower than the speed limit hugging the right side of the road cause the oncoming traffic is to scary.. Of course, you cannot pass her cause oncoming traffic is too heavy.

My brother, my almost twin, flew in last month to buy her this car. Her old car had broken down. She had also just recently moved closer to my sister and me. We were driving her where she needed to go. Well me a little, my sister a lot. Thank you sis.

My almost twin was miraculously able to buy a decent used car in one day.  He flew in on Friday and had to leave on Monday morning. Car dealerships are not open on Sundays. He had to hustle.

I told him that mom should not be on the road and he replied many people should not be on the road. He went on to say she would get depressed and she would be dependent on us. Thank you bro and I mean it.

Since then she has come over twice out of the blue.

 Just pops in!  

The first time I had just got back from being in the road for three hours. I had all kinds of paperwork and phone call to make. As I sat at my desk with all my paperwork in front of me, she just sat there looking at me.

OK!, I broke down and said, “Let go look at the rhubarb”.

The second time was last Saturday I was walking out the basement door when the C.O. aka my hubby, and her were walking from the garage. Well at least it was the weekend. I will give her that.  I was just going to start cleaning the house (darn it).  Again, we just dropped everything that we were doing.

 I took her to look at the baby ducks. Then we went for a walk and gathered some herbs that she wanted.  The C.O. checked under her hood, I do not know why she was so concerned considering she just got the car less than a month ago. My mother then went on her merry way.

Update! She showed up today while I was gone doing errands and left food!

Oh well!! I am sure I wasted a lot of her time in the past.

Actually, I need to pay her back in whatever means she wants because my siblings and I were her life's work.

That's my flow

Always know your competition

Always know your competition and deal with them appropriately.

Dang-nabbit I have been up and down this gravel-covered road and nothing. Zip, Nada, Not a blasted agate anywhere, I had been looking for weeks with no luck. What happened? Where were all the agates? Had I taken all of the available agates in the whole region? I was concerned, REALLY, concerned.

 I like to collect agates; it started when I was a little girl. There was a man down the road that would pay me 50 cents per pound. He used them to make jewelry.  This started my agate hunting adventure.

I have a large non-agate rock in my possession also (it’s on my mantel above the fireplace). It is just a normal gray rock about the size of a shoe. I have the words “my rock” painted on it with red finger nail polish. Why do I have this rock? I have no clue. Other then I was in the army at the time, in a place that I had never been before. Therefore, I took a piece of it, decided to carry it with me for the rest of my life.  

Anyways, I was baffled until one-day. I meet the neighbor’s adult son with his two boys 5 and 7 years of age out at the end of the driveway. I bent down to look at a potential agate. “Oh you collect agates to” he said.” We have been finding all kinds of great agate on this road.” “We even found one the size of a baseball on the corner of 110^th and Manning. It was great…bzzzzt….I could no longer hear a word he was saying. My mind was too busy screaming obscenities to him.

 There was a dagger in my heart. ” Really, I said feigning a smile. “Who gave you the right to hunt agates in my territory?” my mind continued to scream!

“Yah, it’s so much fun collecting rocks and we even got a rock tumbler,” the oldest boy yelled out.

“Really” I said. “I looked down at them and saw the glow in their little eyes, and their sweet little smiles.  “Wow, that’s great, I am really happy for you.” At that point, I realized I had more than enough agates in my possession.  I stepped down that day. I gave them the position of the official agate hunters of the territory.

After all, what am I going to do with all those rocks?  When I am dead and gone, my people will have no idea what to do with my rocks

So Always check the competition and make sure you deal with them appropriately.

Yoga, Chia tea and Church

This has been the worst winter ever. I do not remember any winter this cold, snowy or long. Every time I need to go out of the house, I have a little talk with myself (sometime it becomes an argument). I frequently loss half of the argument (the half that wants to stay home and not subject myself to such torture) so I head out wrapped in at least five layers of clothing. In addition, I add a few scarves and a couple of pairs of mittens.

This last Sunday it was 15 below zero. However, I did my yoga, drank my tea and went to church. I needed to. I don’t know about you but I feel one inch shorter by the end of the week. All week long, life beats me down little by little and by Sunday, I am hunch over and walking wacky. To many long commute times, sitting in chairs not made for comfort and frequently under pressure to keep going when all I want to do is take a nap.

All week long when I did my extended puppy pose in my Yoga, I was rushed (not the reason to do yoga or the right mind to be in). I would feel a lot of tension in my back and neck. I did not take the time to really breath and relax into it. So this last Sunday morning while I was in the extended puppy pose, I BREATHED, RELAXED, RELEASTED and BREATHED into it. I let go, relaxed into it POP! A moment of panic came over me, as you know that may not have been a good thing. Then the tension in the middle of my back was gone. I stood up straight walked without pain and felt revitalized. In addition, I think I am now one inch taller.

Now I have pushed myself before in my Yoga practice and caused damage that I had to work around for many months. I have learned not to do that anymore. I just do what is comfortable with a little bit of a push. I try to apply this to my daily practice of life also. Seems to be working, not pushing the buttons unless needing to and then with just a little push.

Anyways I was running late for church, slippery roads! In addition, I was lolly gaging all morning in my warm cozy house. I thought to myself that it was going to be a little low in attendance today anyways. I even had that little argument with myself before heading out.

I arrived and surprisingly it was a full house. I had to park way in the back and there were many people scurrying to get into the church also. Here I was thinking this morning that it was too cold for any sane person to venture out, (nothing I can do about it) and so I might as well just go. I sure am glad I lost that little argument with myself.

I sat in the back because the church was full and seating was scarce. I guess everyone thought the same thing, might as well go. We are all in this same misery together. There, as I sat and listened to the music, and sang along (the best I could do) my spirit lifted.  In addition, as I listened to the sermon I reflected on how it pertained to me.  My soul soothed. I BREATHED, RELAXED, RELEASED and BREATHED into it. No there was not a pop. However, there is a feeling of growing a little.

Now you are probable wonder what is the significance of the chia tea. It just tastes good. I make it with One-cup milk heated up. Then steep you chia tea in the milk. Then add a little honey. Yummy! 

As time goes by

I remember waiting for Christmas. The time always went to slow the months and days dragged on forever. Also, for that matter I had a hard time waiting for my birthdays. There also was the famous waiting for the end of the school year. Then for some strange reason I could not wait for the beginning of the school year, although that bell at the end of the day seemed to take forever along with the bus ride.

As I turn the calendar to April, I wondered where this past month has gone. I also wondered, as did you I am sure, where is spring? This particular winter has been harder than most and spring has been long time coming.   My mind turned to reflecting on things as it does from time to time. I thought that everything under this sun and on this earth have been experienced, said, done and felt by all people and generations.

Therefore, I need to ask. What are we waiting for? Are we waiting for that new best memory in our life? Are we waiting for a problem to be solved? It is probable both at different times. So then, I need to ask why we are not in the moment more often. Why can we not just take what is in front of us and except it? I think it is just in our nature to want to know the future and anticipate it. We cannot help it.

Today at church, the minister said something that related to this. He said that there once was a woman that believed that everything in her life was prewritten and all she had to do was live it. One day she was going down the basement stairs and trip herself up at the top. She fell down the stairs bumping and bruising herself. As she lay at the bottom of the stairs, she said to herself, boy am I glad that part is over.

Anyways, season change and the scenery also, it could be a building is no longer there or a two-lane road turns into a four-lane highway. We go about our daily lives watching the small changes day to day and then there it is. The old barn degraded and fell down or that two-lane road is now a four-lane highway. Yet the ground below us remains the same and the sky above is still forever. These two examples happened right in front of our eyes. We grow up and have children. They are little one day and then we turn around and they are adults with lives of their own. For that matter, we were once young and strong. Then day-by-day without giving it much thought we grow old.

I find that now days, I do not ever have enough time. The years seem to fly by and I am constantly trying to keep up with time.  Although, when I look back at my life, there have been so many changes. People have come into my life and gone out of my life. I have had many different jobs, lived in many different places and know so many different kinds of people.

I also have people in my life that are always present, but the relationship changes as time goes by. We grow we change we adjust and go on from there. Sometimes, or should I say mostly this happens without us even thinking about it. It is just the natural flow of life and love. I love it.

Yet the ground below remains the same and the sky above goes on forever. I realize I am rich with memories and ever-changing wonderful relationships.  That is what life is about. That is why I carry my rock with me. It keeps me grounded and helps me to remember the good times and the bad times.