Intentions of a Late Winter Solstice 2017

Sometimes work gets in the way

Winter Solstice has come and gone, not un-noticed and not without the setting of intentions, but all un-written until now.

And as we all know, thoughts don’t become real until we get them out of our head and onto paper.


My book is written and I have the illustrations half finished. I have applied for copyrights and learned about self-publishing, PhotoShop and found a printer. I am getting there…and I had no idea it would take this long. Ignorance is bliss!


Yes, I have been practicing violin, much to Pippin’s dismay. I took the summer off and found I actually missed it, then had a crisis of faith about continuing. I have been at it for three years and I either need to buckle down and put in some serious practice time or call it quits. Sarah said “But does it make you happy to play?” And the answer was yes, yes it does. Pippin and I have compromised and he leaves the room while I play on.

On another note (haha) my group made a CD! Now THAT was fascinating and fun and I never thought ever I would have this experience and now I can take my music with me. Maybe this year we will make a Christmas CD…collect the whole set!

Paying it Forward

For the first time in a long, long while I have felt less crabby and on edge. It might be due to time and distance but I suspect it is caused by being thankful every day. Not the desperate relief of escaping with my life, but welcoming a grace of being loved that’s so deep it’s almost on a cellular level. The more good things I do in the world, the more my life is blessed. So of course I will continue and besides, it’s a hoot.

Getting Stronger

As a mater of fact, yes. I can presently deadlift 103 pounds, do 35 pound kettlebell swings, perform sit-ups and burpees. My favorite, though, is the assault bike because it has a fan. Always save that for last so you can cool down. (Pro tip for the day). Maybe this year I can manage a toe push-up and keep the sweat out of my eyes. It stings. A lot.

I can also lift chunky cats.

lifting chunky kitty overhead

And because this person always inspires me (and her recent post was the impetus to get me writing today), check her blog out. You won’t be sorry.

Now go out there and be the good in the world. You are needed.

Half a World Away is Right Down the Road

Out of the comfort zone

The clinic I worked at yesterday is twenty miles and half a world away from my home.

Thirty years ago there was a Catholic hospital downtown, and when I worked there we saw most of the recent immigrants to the city. I expected this shift would feel like my old job except that the demographics have changed. Spanish has been joined by Asian, Middle Eastern and Eastern European dialects. Some of the languages spoken are so rare we don’t have professional translators.

I drove past a Middle Eastern market and turned into our parking lot where a food truck was doing a brisk business dispensing early morning caffeine. Rats, I didn’t bring my coffee cup. Oh well, next time for sure.

And into the world

One of the few white girls in a sea of brown faces, my silver-ish hair was in stark contrast to black tresses and head scarves of all colors, prints and styles. The women and children outnumbered the men two-to-one and I tried not to stare. It was exotic. A world bazaar in our white-bread state.

Interpreters were everywhere and we also used online interpretation via iPad. I thought we looked like a Star Trek episode but without the snazzy uniforms.

Captain Picard and iPad-like device-a world away
I saw some of the interpreters I hadn’t seen in a long while (that was fun.)

I heard someone get chewed out in Nepali (now that doesn’t happen every day.)

And mostly I remembered all over again how lucky I am.

What happened to these people? Why did they leave their homes and come to a country so unlike theirs in climate, food, culture and language?

I hope they are doing as well as can be expected. I hope they are safe and their kids can be kids. I hope yesterday I made it a little more OK for them.

But most of all, I hope that this place can be their home, too.