them all

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting 

and autumn a mosaic of them all.  

~Stanley Horowitz

~**~

The Book of Questions

~by Gregory Stock, PH.D

 #140

Would you like to know the precise date of your death?*

Write about what it feels like with the seasons…

Drastic. But with all the seasons it’s a love/hate relationship. I love the colors of the fall but it means the world will be dark and cold almost dead very soon.

Moving into winter is like hunkering down for the end. The trees are dead the earth is dead and if you don’t drive well you’re pretty much dead.

I hate to be cliché but spring is like a breath of fresh air. I imagine what it must feel like if you died and came back to life. Spring is about hope and dreams and the beginning of it all.

Summer. Blessed Summer. Look at pictures of anyplace in the summer and the meaning of life is right there. Big and bright and strong. 
Summer is the season for me to be free to be me.

My Weekend At The Moose Moose

I guess Tuesday is the blog day for this week. I had the most amazing weekend with my cousin/sister/friend!! Dr. Kirst rox AND rolls in the hostess department. We have dedicated Columbus day weekend to “Girlin’ it up!” Dr. K and her sisters and her momma and her aunts are the best group of girls a girl could spend time with. Most of them live in amazing country in the western mountains of Maine. The rest come from NH. We just get together and live, laugh and love.

Have you ever seen a vertical log cabin? Can you imagine being married to a bear hunter with bear dogs? And if you go there you will find a big gentle soul named Gus. He has a pelt as soft as a deer and slobbers and loves to give and receive love. Bear Hunter had some good friends show up to chase the bear (with more dogs!?!??)  and they offered to come to the Moose Moose and cook steaks, lobstahs, muscles and corn-on-the-cob. We let them...HA! They are nice men and I thank them. It was wicked YUMMY!!! Poor Gus-Gus was just “stahvin’ too deaf!”

We went to Big Aunt’s huge cabin complex and ate alien cupcakes with frog eyes on. As they went off on the Kabota woods-ride, we headed back to a mellow evening of S’mores and dogs barking and the sweltering log cabin syndrome.

Can there be a better way to live? I think not.

I love them all so much. I can't thank my bestest girl evah, Dr. Kirst for sharing her world with me.
Absolutely Beautiful!!

C25K Saga

I  wonder if typing on something pretty like this will inspire me to write more. I need all the happy-place things I can get to inspire... me. I have committed to my daughter to blog once a week like she does. I give her so much crap when she doesn’t do this once a week, I know she will make sure I am accountable.  WOW this could work…I wonder if I can post the clip art too? That would be wicked cool if I could.

So this week…I learned that I am beginning to say nice things to myself. Now that sounds gay…oh well it’s what I got. I have had more positive ~ note I don’t say positive vs. negative its more positive than negative thoughts. When I said to me ‘you quit that running program’ I changed it to ‘no wait I chose to do something more fun.’ In this process I have still committed to going to the gym with Trisha 3 days a week and today I committed to meet one on one with Tony, my physical trainer, twice a week to work on strength training. I did it for the first time today and it was wicked fun!! Amazing. And you know what that’s from? It’s from trying to run! Wayne the wellness coach calls it the C25K Saga.  Love that!!

Ok so results of C25K Saga:

#1 didn’t think I could run. I can!

#2 trusting two men to help me through some of the hardest shit I’ve had to face yet.

#3 realizing that I am worth the time to learn how to take care of me.

#4 getting to the place that I like exercise

#5 hearing that I am doing a lot better than I think I am

#6 living with a man that is kind and fun and cares for me and mine

#7 loving that man

#8 getting back into college and doing well

#9 knowing that I raised Rachel well and it’s ok for time for me

#10 seeing the light at the end of the self-destructive tunnel on this road I have been traveled

Well hope this works. It’s my version of puking in a blog. If you know me you’ll understand. If you don’t I truly will improve and I hope you’ll read again.

LUB