Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.” — William Arthur Ward
Cheers to a lovely Thanksgiving to all of you!
Cheers to a lovely Thanksgiving to all of you!
Today’s a special day, the first of November which if you know me, you know we say Rabbit Rabbit, White Rabbit, White Rabbit! But it’s also All Saints Day for those who are Catholic.
Even though my Dad passed away years ago, today would have been his birthday and I can’t help but think of him today as he comes to mind often in unusual ways. In fact, I’m grateful as friends of his have reached out to me today to let me know they are thinking of him too. I got the card below which touched my heart and I think goes well with the faith part of today.
May the sweet card above inspire you, increase your faith and help you to find joy in the month ahead. What a beautiful quote from Mary Alice Michaels!
This is my Charlie. I say my Charlie, even though he’s not my horse. He’s just the first horse on whom I began my lessons last year, learning to ride. I’ve written about him here and here! Charlie is sweet, patient and loving. He’s brought great healing to so many people, to so many riders, young and old, big and small and to little old me.
If you have experienced the healing power of horses, you understand how I feel. If you haven’t tried horseback riding or haven’t been around horses yet in your lifetime, I highly recommend their incredibly kind and patient nature’s as a healing source. I’m proof that they’re magical! 💕🙏🐎
Charlie shines his heartlight on all of us and by his loving way of being, he helps us all to heal. I’ve never asked for a fundraiser before, but I’m sharing this one. If you feel inclined, you’d be doing a really good deed by donating so that Charlie can come home to continue to bring love, joy and healing to all who know him. Every little bit helps!
Charlie has shown that he never gives up on new beginner riders nor on himself. He’s been through a lot and he’s ready to come home to the barn and to those of us who love him.
Thank you for reading…and if you can, thanks for donating! Stop over on Facebook to The Presents of Presence to donate!
Yesterday’s sudden temperature drop wreaked havoc on me with a monstrous migraine. Luckily it was a Saturday so I could rest at home. But the chill in the air, engulfed the old house so I snuggled under blankets for most of the day.
I love fall when it creeps in during the month of October. What I’m not a fan of is really warm days changing overnight to a barometer change with a body stunning chill. I like when the seasons change gradually, but that was no to be this year.
It was chilly this morning, 44 degrees, when I woke up and a chilly 60 degrees in the house. After getting my coffee, I was off to turn on the heat this morning. As the heating system rumbled in response from its sleepy summer slumber, the smell of newly turned on heat permeated the house. Ahhh…heat! I’m so grateful!!
I love fall and all of its bejeweled colors! While I still haven’t bought our yearly mums and pumpkin, I’ve decorated the hearth, enjoying the warm candlelight and orange colors that seem to make the house cozier. Of course, nothing can make the house seem cozier than Christmas, but fall is a great beginning!
May your October day be lovely with rest, relaxation and blessings abounding! Have you decorated for fall and perhaps even for Halloween? What do you do for decorating?
Keep shining your heartlights!
As a woman who endured breast cancer many moons ago, October or Pinktober becomes one of those pink, swashed in your face reminders of all that happened to us. Maybe for you it doesn’t, but for those of us with a long history, it’s a stark reminder for an entire month.
I don’t often share that I endured breast cancer because my medical past isn’t obvious. Well, maybe it’s obvious in certain situations, but for the most part, you’d never know if you met me on the street or in the grocery store unless I shared that bit of information with you. I’m grateful for that now. The bald tell-tale sign or the hairless eyebrows and lack of eyelashes aren’t there anymore.
It’s been a long time since I was diagnosed and I’m grateful to still be here to help others who walk this path. If you want to read more, just type breast cancer in the search button on my blog and you will see that I’ve written about it over the years. I learned much from my experience with breast cancer that I probably wouldn’t have if I hadn’t had the disease. Endurance, strength, compassion, kindness, faith and connections have helped to enrich my life and my will to survive other obstacles that have arrived at my doorstep. While I would have never chosen to endure this disease, I am grateful for surviving it and for the ample opportunities for insight and growth that came from it.
While it hasn’t come back with a vengeance, the threat continues as I live out the rest of my life. However, most of the time it is pushed to the back of my mind where it belongs. I am vigilant in my checkups and as any cancer survivor knows, I spend a few nervous days after they test my blood, waiting to see if my tumor markers have decided to go wacky and scare me. In the past they have, which brought fear to the forefront again in my life, but luckily for me, they were false positives.
I can’t say that same experience happened for many friends and acquaintances of mine. Sadly, many of them lost their battle to the disease as it metastasized to different areas in the body. Survivors guilt after bonding with others saddens me. The question of why I am spared and they are not, continues to be a mystery. In honoring their sweet memories, I try to live the best life I can, for I know how quickly life can change.
I am an alumni of a club to which I never wished to belong. But in this club, I have found warm, loving people who are united in ways that others may never fully understand. To this day, I still help other women who are enduring breast cancer. I know that for me, it helped when someone else understood the night time terror thoughts or the twinges of pain that we knew weren’t normal. It helped to receive a sisterly embrace from someone who ‘got it’ and who willingly connected with me. So I give back when I can. I pass along the compassionate connections which were offered to me and greatly appreciated.
In honor of those who lost their battle to breast cancer, to those who are currently in the throes of cancer’s siege on their body and to those who, like me, are labeled survivors, I send up my prayers today. My prayer is that we live on in the hearts of our loved ones and that someday, sooner rather than later, the cure will be given to all who need it.
The other day I was in my car driving, windows open, breeze flowing through my hair. It was going on sunset. I was on a country road with wide open fields and the radio on. Suddenly Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard began to play on the radio station and a big grin spread across my face.
Why? Because I felt my deceased father dancing with me. As my rear-end wiggled in the seat, I felt him with me. In a fleeting moment, I was twelve again dancing with him in our living room as his 8 track tape of Paul Simon played. In the very real memory, it was winter and as the beginning notes of the song played, he jumped up from our checkers game and began to dance with me. He spun me around, teaching me dancing moves that I’m sure he made up as we danced. I was laughing in that fleeting moment of memory.
Tears poured down my face, drying quickly as the memory faded. I kept on driving, smiling through the tears. In that moment, I knew he was there. But just as quickly as the memory of dancing came to me with such a feeling of life and his love for me, it was gone, as swiftly as it came.
When I got home, I found the song again and played it repeatedly a few times hoping that he would return for another dance. But he didn’t and the tears flowed again. Grateful that he showed up unbidden, but sad that he is no longer here, I began to write this post – and finally decided to publish it.
Has this ever happened to you? A fleeting moment of certainty that the presence of a loved one has visited? Don’t let those moments of synchronicity pass you by dear friends. Always make sure to catch that fleeting moment for they are few and far between.
I attached the video below. It’s not exactly how I remember the song, but it does my heart good to hear it again. I hope it brings back sweet memories for you too!
It’s the first of the month and you know what you need to do, right? Say…
May the chill in the air invigorate you
May the falling leaves blanket a path upon the earth for you to walk
May the bejeweled colors ignite your creativity
May what is no longer needed in your life fall away
May comfort foods nourish you
May family time warm your heart
May your head fall upon the pillow nightly with gratitude for the day’s events
May you snuggle down in front of a warm fireside at the end of the day
And fall in love.*
*Poem by Y.D.