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I’m posting a picture of my weeping maple tree which sits outside my kitchen window. This time of year, it is simply breathtaking. I chose this photo because as spring arrives, this tree reminds me that regardless of emergency room visits or horrific world news, nature is constant and right outside my door, reminding me of the beauty that always is there for the taking, even in the worst of times. I think of that truth as God/the Universe’s way of holding my hand through the tough times. 

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The reset

A few mornings ago, greeting the day making my way out to the kitchen, my day took a turn for the worse. That phrase would beg reconsideration by the end of the day. Stay with me… 

Rick had just finished his breakfast at our cute little stool slot in the kitchen counter, which he frequently eats at if I’m only having a shake or hurrying to walk with my neighborhood buddies! I gave him a hug and a kiss and started to walk away as he let out a disturbing sound. I turned around to see him in distress. 

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The perils of aging

My post last week received several responses from my readers. It appears I am not alone in my thinking. Thank you for your comments, messages, and emails. It’s always helpful to hear others’ opinions, thoughts, and suggestions. For instance, Doris’ suggestion to consider volunteering is a fabulous idea. Volunteering for a cause dear to one’s heart is a great way to stay connected and feel vital. 

But what does one do who still needs the income? How do we re-educate the world that those cute little sayings, 40 is the new 50, etc., are actually true? How do we teach a throw-away society that repurposing people and objects is important for the future health of our world?

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Out to pasture

This week has slowed down in terms of book activities. I’ve been using my time to learn about networking platforms and continuing to reach out to folks about my book. In the meantime, I wanted to write about something that’s been on my mind; actually, it’s a topic I did discuss in the book— maintaining and securing employment as we enter our senior years.

I’ve been contemplating the phrase “put out to pasture,” which is a term used both for animals and people. If one was a horse, it would mean they had worked hard for many years, whether racing or working on a farm, their body was tired. They would be put out to enjoy their senior years in a pasture where they could feed on the sweet green grass and enjoy the sunshine… a positive thing.

As a person in the workplace, “put out to pasture” means losing your place in the employment stream due to age, even when one’s mind might be active, keen, and robust. The numbers just don’t add up. There’s unemployment far too early and no sweet green pasture waiting to feed upon.

 AARP offers discounts for anyone over 50, which is pretty young to be considered a senior, but not in the employment industry. Personally, I think it’s a bit backward. Just as a person has begun to master their craft and hopefully learned to get by in the workplace under all sorts of adverse conditions, they often become displaced. 

 I most always consider life in terms of nature. 

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Eclectic book club/dinner

My book club meeting was genuinely delightful. Staying with our friends Mike and Carole was like every visit, filled with great company, delicious food, and lots of laughter. Is there anything better? Not in my book, no pun intended. 

There is something about spending time with the people I grew up with that feels good down to my core. They’ve known me for… well, let’s move on. But suffice it to say long enough that they are a part of my foundation, have influenced who I have become, and can never be replaced.

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Book clubbing

This week has been pretty eventful, and luckily I finally have the energy to put toward all things book. A few days ago, I submitted Lessons of a Wayward Yogini for consideration as a future selection for Richard Branson’s book club, Reading with Richard, on Literati. What a fantastic opportunity if I could but manifest. 

I know it’s an extreme long shot. I’m sure Literati receive thousands of submissions monthly, and I feel vulnerable even admitting that I sent my book in. 

A part of me thought about dismissing the idea of blogging about my newest endeavor; if I never heard back from Literati, no one would be asking me about it. But for better or worse, I committed a few years back to being vulnerable in my blog/book, and it seems to have brought me some beautiful experiences, so now is not the time to begin holding back. 

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Power of positive thoughts

As I write this post, I’m on day 4 of a rash that gives poison oak a run for its money, except I got it from our bay leaf tree. I’ve nicknamed the rash Bay Leaf Otis. This photo of my hands is about 80% improved from its worst stage.

Our buddies from Fresno, Ann, Roy, Janet and Lalo were up for the weekend, and we were joined by new friends for us, the Linneys. We had a fabulous time, as usual, spending time at the fire pit, eating some fantastic food, playing dozens of Scrabble games, and of course, working in the yard. 

Our bay leaf tree was damaged in the last storm, so Rick and Lalo cut it back, and then we proceeded to burn it in our pit—in hindsight, a big mistake. The three of us have been itching ever since. I’m now fighting back mad. Hoping today is a turning point! But even if I have a few more days of itching, today did prove to be a pretty sweet day.

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Moving forward

One of my favorite experiences as of late has been receiving posts or texts from friends holding my book in their hands. Sharing that photo feels like a small celebration to me and means a great deal.

And recently, my dear friend Abigail sent my favorite picture to date, of her new baby Arya Jane sleeping ever so peacefully lying next to my book. (I think from the look on her face she really likes the book.) Doesn’t that sound heavenly, reading, dare I say, a good book with your baby sleeping next to you? Those quiet moments with my babies still rank as some of the sweetest times of my life. There’s something about a peaceful slumbering baby that makes whatever you are doing feel fantastic, even if it’s cleaning a toilet. The baby is sleeping, and I’m high cleaning this bathroom. No joke, beats any drug on the market. Continue reading my blog post here.

Raising a glass to 2022

During the last few weeks of December, I felt the need for a break. Great timing! Of course, I fought my feelings. It was the holidays… you know, the time where you’re supposed to be happy and energetic getting all those last-minute holiday chores done. Is there a perfect emoji here? 

Instead, I was coming in just under the wire all through the month, Christmas decorations finally completed just before the kids arrived, presents wrapped at the last minute, my meal planning left out a few items. All the way around, I just didn’t seem up to the task. 

I understood myself, so at least there was that. But I still fought to allow my mood to be okay with the part of my psyche that thinks she’s a ring leader. Do this, get that done, must be in the right mood for the holidays, step it up! Continue reading here.