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I Am Honored with Loveliness

Exciting news! I have been doubly honored with the One Lovely Blog Award by two very inspiring and accomplished bloggers. Magnolia Beginnings , full of the adventures and musings of a funny, quirky, nearly 50-year-old who is truly ageless; and A Woman’s Guide, by Patti Clark, a woman with duel Australian andU.S. citizenship. That alone makes her adventurous, as well as fascinating. Both these women are spiritually inspiring and write with flair. Please visit their blogs and be inspired by them, as I am.

Some people don’t get thrilled by these blog awards, and that’s OK with me. I get thrilled anyway, for two reasons.

  1. The One Lovely Blog Award tells me that people are reading my blog and receiving a very particular experience from it. They experience it as full of love and as inspiring love or affection. It reaches their feelings. They find it enjoyable and delightful. I am rewarded because readers have received a heartfelt message.
  1. I get to share great blogs I follow with other readers.

The Rules for Award participation are:

  • Link back to the blogger who nominated you.
  • Paste the award image anywhere on your blog.
  • Tell them 7 facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 15 other blogs you like for this award.
  • Contact the bloggers that you have chosen to let them know that they have been nominated.

Okay, here goes …..

  1. I love animals, particularly cats, dogs, and horses.
  2. I started a new life at the age of 73.
  3. I will never retire.
  4. One of my goals is to own a home at the beach.
  5. With the Life Purpose number 3 and the birth sign Gemini, I tend to get tripped up by having my fingers in too many pies.
  6. I am an artist who never seems to have the time to paint (too many pies?)
  7. I love surprises.

I am happy to share with you the following 15 blogs that I follow and am inspired and delighted by.

Visit these lovely blogs and be wowed by them like I am. They will make you think, make you laugh, and make you glad you did.

Live your purpose every day.


Creative Chaos Award

Yeee-haa! I’ve just received a great honor – the Creative Chaos Award! The Kofegeek has kindly nominated me for this prestigious award! Check out her blog at Not only is she a talented coffee drinker, she’s a talented writer and artist, too. Reading her articles is like getting a caffeine energy high. Thank you Kofegeek!

There are rules to accepting this award. It doesn’t come easy; but then, nothing of value is easily won.

The Rules as I received them:

1. You must tell 3 completely weird things about your habits. If you claim to have no weird habits, you’re lying and we’ll have to send an investigative team for further analysis.

2. You must tell why you look at the “glass half full” scenario and ask, “What? No coffee?”

3. Complete any one of the following essay questions:

A. You find yourself in a desolate place when your car breaks down. You have no cell phone service, no Walmart (I know, GASP, right?), and only a candy bar for food. It is 150 miles to the closest town. What color are your pants and why?
B. You find yourself having to ride an elevator quite frequently. How do you pass the time to show off your creativity?

4. Then you are to nominate 5 random people and let them know.

5. Make sure to show proper gratitude to the person who nominated you whether that is to shower them with gifts, prizes, and cash or to see that they are put into a clown costume and photographed for internet mocking.

6. Make sure to post the award somewhere other than the underside of the toilet seat.

My answers:

1. Weird things:

a. Being the empathic personality that I am, I like to run my hands over smooth fabrics, sometimes increasing the surface area by gathering them between my fingers. It makes me feel so peaceful. Maybe this is an alternative to a pacifier, which I was not allowed to have at the appropriate time in life.

b. Making outlines like this.

c. I relax at the beginning of the day rather than at the end. I am a night person, and getting started in the morning is a real chore. On the other hand, I often work right up to the time I fall into bed for the night.

2. Glass half full: coffee is my drug of choice. When it comes to coffee, the glass is half empty until it’s full.

3. a. My pants are loud, plaid golfer’s pants. How else to ward off wild beasts and attract the attention of the occasional passing motorist as I slog, munching my candy bar, the 150 miles into town?


I Am Not A Hobo Yet: Craziness without actually going crazy

Spirit Lights the Way –  Great writing, controversy, whimsy, and much fun

Dropbop:  No one could find a more unique way to help people and have fun doing it

Edilio Ciclostile: Poetry, music, and art – in Italian!

Holistic Words: All things holistic and paranormal

You are wonderful – Happy Spring!

Live your purpose every day!

What is Your Favorite Food?

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Image by rprata via Flickr

I will start this discussion by saying that mine is, right now, rustic, no-knead bread toasted and slathered with unsalted butter, sprinkled with a little salt, accompanied by a hot, lovely cup of coffee. Been having this for breakfast every day for a while now. Can’t get enough.

If you like bread, try Princess Diana’s Bread Pudding below. Being the delightful person you are, I bet you can get someone to make it for you.

Please add your favorite food to the list.

When I’m at My Best

When are you at your best?

Peregrine Cappuccino Bokeh

I am at my best when I can start my day in my favorite way: with a cup of cappuccino, relaxing on the sofa, watching the sun come up with my two kitties – one on each side of me, purring. I don’t think about anything, don’t read, don’t talk – just get used to being in the world again, wading in from the shallow end.



Live your purpose every day.

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Fascinating Periods in Time

What decade or era do you find particularly fascinating, and why?

Art deco painting inside the Met (IMG_0614a)

The main reason I find any era fascinating is because of the clothes and the art. I am not a history buff, so what happened during these periods (with a few exceptions) is of secondary importance to me.

I love the clothes and the art of ancient Egypt. Of course, people went naked in Egypt, but when they wore clothes (I’m talking about the wealthy) they wore beautiful fabrics and precious jewels and gold. Yup, that’s for me.

I love saris and Punjabi dresses. The fabrics and designs are beautiful, but they have nothing to do with a particular era. Oh, well.

The 1920s and 30s are another favorite era of mine. There was a lot of silk and satin, and women’s clothing was no longer cumbersome and restrictive. Beading and embroidery were gorgeous, jewelry was still made with real precious metals and gems, and leather was leather and smelled like it. And art nouveau and art deco are among my favorite forms of design.

I love the shoulder pads of the 40s and the way stripes were used as accents and matched for perfect right angles on dresses and suits. Plus, the shoes, the shoes, and bakelight jewelry. Fake was becoming legitimate, even though no adult left the house without a hat on. There’s more, but this will be too long if I go on.

My favorite part of the 50s was felt circle skirts and crinolines. So much fun to wear. And even better than that was the sack dress. Talk about emancipated. You could let your stomach relax and not worry about that 18″ waist you didn’t have.

The 60s – Rudy Gernreich with the topless swimsuit and big geometric prints and Mary Quant with the miniskirt and vinyl boots. Synthetic fabrics took over, bikinis, the beehive hairdo, platform shoes, and huge amounts of eye makeup made fashion fun.

For me, the 70s were a costume party, most of it ugly but still interesting because it was creative.

The best thing about the 80s for me were the huge shoulder pads and animal prints. I love to watch “Dynasty” just to look at the outfits, some of which look pretty bizarre today.

I don’t find fashion today very interesting. We are more comfortable, but less colorful and stylish. Not much originality. You have to use your creativity these days if you want to be stylish, and I’m glad there are still people out there who do.

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If I Could Predict the Future

Would you want to know your future? If so, how much would you want to know?


When I look into my future, I only want the good news. I do not want to have my inner Scaredy Cat put on alert in anticipation of the bad stuff happening, which certainly does happen. Or my inner Control Freak, which becomes preoccupied with finding ways around that which I see that displeases me. I have not evolved yet to the point of calm acceptance.

I sometimes probe my future through Tarot cards. That’s how I know about my Inner Scaredy Cat and my Inner Control Freak. When I am concerned about my future I read the cards, and they never lie. Sometimes my future is not revealed through the cards; then I know I’m not supposed to know. Which gets me more curious. But we won’t go there.

I am learning to become more accepting of the upsetting things I may see in my future. I try to see the lesson in what I’m being shown so I can take action to avoid an unsatisfactory outcome. I’ve learned that sometimes it’s possible to do that, but sometimes the ugly stuff comes barreling mercilessly on, unavoidable. Then I feel like Charlie Brown (Arghhhhhhhh!) but ten times more panicky.

As this ugliness approaches (Ack!) and my panic mounts, I search for ways to deal with it. Strictly from fear, mind you, not from choice. After surviving too much of this drama, I’m finally approaching acceptance (haven’t reached calm yet).

By acceptance, I don’t mean passively allowing myself to get flattened by the steamroller of ugliness. I mean acceptance with a plan in place to deal with it.

Sometimes it feels like going over Niagara Falls in a barrel. The good part about it is still being in the barrel once over the falls. But the fun’s not over yet. There’s getting out of the water, being freed from the barrel, and treating the bumps and bruises.

I’m really no different from anyone else on this earth. We all have stuff to deal with. The trick is not becoming preoccupied with it. After all, sometimes there’s good news in those cards.

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My First Experience with Death

What was yours? How did you recover?

My first experience with death was with my cat, Max. This was many years ago when my sister-in-law gave us a Siamese kitten. She was breeding Siamese cats at the time. Max had all the positive traits of Siamese cats; he was not inbred, thanks to his mother, who was not from our area. No crossed eyes, crooked tail, or crazy behavior that was commonly associated with the breed.

Max was a great conversationalist, he could jump from the floor onto the top of the refrigerator without half trying, and he was as friendly as a puppy. Everybody loved him.

When it was time for him to neutered, we took him to the vet for the simple operation.

A few hours later, we received a call from the vet. He felt so bad about the sorrowful message he had for us. Max had died on the operating table from suffocation when he received the anesthetic. Immediately the vet investigated and found that Max had a ruptured diaphragm, probably from jumping or falling from a great height out of a tree. He had been using his stomach muscles to breathe.

We had never heard of anything like that happening before. I was so sad, I couldn’t even look at his body. I couldn’t bear to be present at his burial in our back yard. I cried for days.

I don’t remember how I recovered, but receiving another Siamese kitten from my sister-in-law probably had something to do with it. We named him Andy, and he grew into a big, handsome adult. He was put at stud for a short time before he was neutered, and we took a kitten from one of his litters. Father and son lived to a ripe old age and were a constant source of pleasure and delight.

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Someone Who Has Influenced the Way I See the World

Has someone influenced the way you see the world? If so, how?

The dove from above

My friend, Leveda, is one who has influenced me greatly by being an example of unconditional love. She has a way of accepting people exactly as they are without judgment. She’d never think of trying to change anyone and always tries to help people any way she can whether their way of life is similar to hers or not.

For example, her food preferences are mostly vegetarian while her husband’s are not. She gladly cooks his meat-and-potatoes meals, which she would never think of eating. If she thought his diet was a poor choice, she’d never suggest it to him.

The first time I encountered this quality in her, we were in her kitchen having coffee. She got a steak out of the freezer for her husband’s dinner that night. I asked, “Don’t you resent cooking different meals for each of you every day?” (I being of the “change-them” persuasion). What she said floored me because she genuinely meant it – she wasn’t faking. “He’s a grown-up,” she said, “and he’s been eating that way all his life. I have no right to try and change him.”

Immediately I envied her and decided I wanted to be like that. Everyone of the “change-them” persuasion knows that it’s hard work to change someone and it creates a good deal of stress in one’s life. You’re on duty all the time.

The first time I was actually able to truly accept another person’s choices without that inner twinge of judgment, that instant light-bulb inspiration leading to the perfect “change-them” strategy, was wonderful. I felt calm inside and free, knowing that the other’s behavior of choice would never come between us. I felt a deeper respect for the other person and for myself.

It took a while for this new response to be automatic for me, and I am grateful to Leveda for being my role model. I am most fortunate to have a friend like her.

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No Reason to Protest

The 1963 March on Washington for Jobs and Free...
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I’ve never participated in a protest. I’m talking about a ranting protest that gets people hackles up and creates all kinds of storm activity. I would never participate in a protest because it begets nothing but more protest. And you never get beyond the protest. No solution is possible while people are directing mass anger toward the problem.

There are ways to achieve desired solutions without ranting about it. Just look at ad campaigns. We are bombarded with the positive results of this product or that one, and we buy it. We masses have been convinced of countless beliefs with just that one tactic. Pound a concept into us long enough (like helmets for bike riding) and we’ll cave sooner or later.

I might join a peace march. Think about it; everyone marching has peace on their minds, they carry peace banners and sing peace songs. They are building an energy of peace, not protest. The energy of peace is more likely to manifest peace.

Remember Martin Luther King’s March on Washington in 1963? Even if you’re too young to remember, you’ve heard about his “I Have a Dream” speech. In it, he didn’t talk against anything; he spoke powerfully about his vision for a positive outcome. He changed the lives of millions by uniting people in nonviolent objection. Gandhi changed the course of India’s history by uniting people in nonviolent objection. Come to think of it, Gandhi changed the world, too. He was the inspiration for Martin Luther King, Jr., and others like him.

Nonviolent tactics require extreme courage and commitment because of the extreme risk of losing your life (Gandhi, MLK, Anwar Sadat, Middle East freedom non-fighters). And can take a very long time to reach the desired conclusion (Nelson Mandela). Exploding in anger can be very satisfying. Blowing off steam makes you feel better – temporarily. The fallout always creates more problems.

No, my protests are limited to personal ranting in my little corner of the world until I get tired of that and work on finding a solution. Sometimes it takes a while.

Do You Remember Names?

Some people remember the name of everyone they’ve ever met. I consider them mental wizards and admire them greatly. I was born without their gift, as you will see.

Question mark

Don’t ask me how to remember names. I forget a person’s name the instant after I hear it, even if we have a conversation. Always have. I used to be embarrassed about it, but not any more. I just say, “I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name,” with a smile. The soon-to-be-nameless-again person doesn’t seem to be offended, but maybe they all are just good at covering up their true thoughts (like, “What an idiot.” or “Who does she think she is?”) But I care not. I have accepted this failure in myself because I have no choice. No memory exercises have helped me, perhaps because I have not practiced diligently enough. Besides, I am not offended when someone forgets my name. I can’t afford to be.

I do remember faces, and sometimes when I have confessed to not remembering a name I will let the person know that I remember his/her face. I don’t want people to think they are unimportant to me, so this is the one positive offering I am pleased to make.

I also remember certain esoteric facts, like female ducks quack – males don’t, or mixed long-haired/short-haired cats shed more than purebred long-hairs do, or ambergris comes from whale intestines, or horses can’t throw up. Hmm. I just noticed these are all related to animals. This may be significant.

Other esoteric facts I should remember, like what’s-his-name’s uncertainty principle, go unremembered until I am writing about something related to physics and I have to look it up for the umpteenth time. Of course, I don’t really know if the uncertainty principle will apply, but I look it up in case it will.

So far, I have stumbled along adequately without a flawless memory – at least I think I have. But I may never know, since most people can out-remember me by a mile.

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