Yachting Life

September 18, 2012 in Musings | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 2 comments

Recently, my husband and I went to San Diego for a short business trip. He was there for a conference and I tagged along because San Diego is always a great place to visit and I had a free airline ticket. We were staying across from the convention center in the Gaslamp Quarter. I camped out in our hotel room most of the time working on my book.

When it was time for a break or something to eat I would venture out for a walk. On the back side of the convention center is the Marina District with a view of Coronado Island and the surrounding waterways. A slight breeze, eighty degree weather and boats on the water combined together for the perfect formula to set me into a meditative trance state. It was deliciously relaxing watching all the marina activity. My focus turned to the yachts that were just below my perch from the upper outdoor deck of the convention center. Galileo, Oberon and two others were spectacular sea faring crafts busy with maintenance activity. They sparked my interest enough to drag my husband back later that day to show him.

The Galileo was beautiful, sleek and navy blue. The crew was working to stow their “toys” below deck. They were wiping down all the equipment and then brought a crane up from below to help lift and maneuver the smaller crafts into position for storage. Other crew members were polishing the railing on the aft deck. The ship was flying the flag of Great Britain but all three seemed to be registered in the Cayman Islands.

When I looked up the Galileo online I discovered that according to the website SuperYachtTimes.com……the Picchiotti Galileo G from the Vitruvius series has been designed and built according to Ice Class classification rules for navigation along the Northwest Passage from the Atlantic to the Pacific Oceans through Canada’s Arctic Archipelago….Now there is something I had never considered. A private vessel purchased and used to go through the Northwest Passage.

I am a land dweller and come from generations of farmers living in the valley flat lands. I love to look at bodies of water (rivers, lakes and oceans) and enjoy being on the water, but to sail around the world or live on a boat (not at dock in a Marina, but on the sea) is a very different concept to me. Okay there is also the piece about affording this type of vessel that I was trying to wrap my brain around as well. This was all very interesting to me and I was intrigued. Sure, lots of folks have boats they take out for a day, a weekend or short vacation and skip around coastal communities but this is very different from that.

Two yachts down from the Galileo G was the Oberon. This ship looked to me like it was a science oriented craft. It was also beautiful but utilitarian in feel. You could tell this was a work boat. Upon looking the Oberon up online I found this from CharterWorld.com… Oberon is a 50-metre vessel that was built to provide round-the-clock service and support for super yachts and is capable of traveling comfortably at high speeds in almost any sea state, which is possible due to the patented design of her Axe Bow.

Yes, you read that right, this is the support vessel for other big yachts! It carries the food, fuel, toys, other boats and extra crew. My understanding is it can quickly (up to 28 knots) go into port from anywhere and get restocked in any type of waters and hurry on back to the main yacht. Or perhaps if there are repairs that need to be made they are there to support those repairs. It also houses the additional crew members so they can rotate through shifts.

Again, as a land dweller this is not something I had considered. If you are out living on the ocean and traveling around the world you do need additional shifts of crew and tons of supplies. How cool to have your own mini fleet! This vessel is your support and safety net. So not only do you have to be able to afford the first vessel but also the second one and maintenance on them both. I am impressed.

I must admit there is a part of this lifestyle that appeals to me. Not so much being out in the middle of sea during a storm, but seeing the world and all the beautiful coastlines from a ship’s deck, that appeals. Having access to places and scenery that few get to see would be amazing. This type of life takes a special calling, adventurous spirit and skill. I appreciate that there are those that can afford it and those willing to do the work.

I have always loved being exposed to new and different ways of living in the world. This lifestyle and the industry surrounding it are one I had never thought too much about. Seeing these ships on the water, all the activity in the bay and marina and then looking up specifics online gave me a glimpse of a life outside my normal realm.

Our world is amazing, filled with different economies, different peoples with different drives and lifestyles. The boat, sailboat, yacht and super yacht communities provide an industry of ship building, products, jobs, dock locations, storage, transportation and so much more. Because it is out of my sphere I recognize I see it through romantic eyes and have a sense of wonder, awe and appreciation around it. I imagine it can be a difficult life just like any other and as with anything, I know there are trade offs to being on the water. Though, for those that are not land dwellers, it is their home. They accept those trade offs and relish their floating vessels and the bodies of water they float on.

It would be my guess that many visiting the San Diego Marina district experience that same sense of awe. Perhaps like me, they leave with a piqued interest and perhaps a secret dream to be aboard one of these great vessels sailing the seas and exploring exotic locales. Or maybe the lure is just that it is such a different lifestyle than our own and a perception of wealth and the ever elusive easeful life. You know, the grass is always greener and the ocean bluer… In any case, I am grateful for these people, their yachts and the possibility of living a different life and the fact that someone is actually doing it! Bravo!

Heading Out to Wonderful

September 11, 2012 in Musings, Social Commentary | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 comment

A few weeks ago my husband and I headed out on a small vacation.  Mercury was retrograde, offering up delays and problems with our travel from the get go.  Between traffic issues getting to the airport and extremely long lines going through airport security, we arrived at the gate with minutes to spare, only to be told our seats had been given away.  This set in motion a day of stand by travel that was tiring and stressful.

Our first stop took us to Los Angeles International Airport. Upon arrival at LAX, I decided to use the lady’s room before we began the next leg of our stand by challenge.  There in the stall, sitting on top of the paper dispenser was a hard bound book.  I took the book outside with me and looked inside to see if the owner had her contact information listed.  It was there, along with her used boarding passes.  Los Angeles was her destination on this part of her journey and she had already left the airport. I left her a phone message and offered to send her the book upon my return home.  I also offered to read her the itinerary and phone numbers she had hand written on a sheet of paper, if she needed them. I could tell by her name, hand writing and information that she was an older lady and it seemed she had traveled to Los Angeles to attend a family wedding. I didn’t want her to stress over the loss of the book or information.

The book traveled with us and as our long day unfolded it was taken in and out of my carry on several times. It struck me that had we not been detoured at the beginning of our trip I would not have found the book.  I knew it was Kismet. Then it occurred to me to document the book’s journey, so when I did return it to the owner, I could include that story along with the book.

The following is the letter I sent along with the book to its owner:

Dear Ruth,

Enclosed is your book, “Heading Out to Wonderful.”  The title seems appropriate since you were heading out to a wonderful wedding in Los Angeles and my husband and I were heading out on a wonderful vacation to Santa Fe, New Mexico. Finding your book in the Los Angeles airport was fortuitous.  We were not supposed to be in Los Angeles that day at all, but circumstances threw our travel plans into disarray. Instead of a quick one stop flight from Sacramento to Albuquerque, we went on an all day, multi airport, multi flight, stand-by adventure that included finding your book.

I have no idea the subject matter of your book, but the title “Heading out to Wonderful” leads one to form optimistic conclusions of life’s journeys.  I can tell you heading out to wonderful and encountering it can be two different things. Life can give us twists and turns that takes us down different roads (or airports) and heads us out in different directions than our original destination or intent. Sometimes this is a great adventure, and other times only a detour that, for whatever reason slows us down and eats our time.

After realizing that you had already left the airport in Los Angeles and that the book would be traveling with us on our journey, I decided to document some of the book’s travels and make it a bit of fun.  Perhaps, the book itself had its own idea of what “Heading out to Wonderful” looked like. Maybe it was adverse to Southern California or knew this was its only chance to see some of our great land. Just in airports alone, it saw Greensboro, Charlotte, Los Angeles, Phoenix, Albuquerque, San Diego and Sacramento. Then it went via land to Santa Fe, The Puye Cliff Dwellings, Taos, Red River and back to Santa Fe, New Mexico. It visited museums, art galleries, churches, pueblos, shops and restaurants.  It was on the Old Santa Fe Trail and the Enchanted Circle Scenic Byway. I didn’t photograph it everywhere but took a few pictures so you would have a sense of its travels.

The book has been waiting patiently with us here in Lincoln, California to head back home to you. My husband hit the ground running with his work when we returned home and it took him a few days to get the photos printed from our trip.  I apologize for the delay.

I look at the book’s title as it sits here on my coffee table waiting to make the return trip home. “Heading Out to Wonderful” I think is a great place to start, no mater what the outcome, if we set our intention to head there we should find a bit of wonderful everywhere.

I hope you enjoy finish reading the book and the subsequent discussion with your book group. Perhaps the group’s discussion of the book’s travels will be a sweet departure from the actual fictional journey covered within its pages.

Happy Trails!

A few weeks later my husband brought in the mail and handed me a package.  I opened it up and there was the book!  Heading Out to Wonderful!  Inside was a lovely note from Ruth thanking me, money to cover the postage of “Wonderful’s” initial return to her and conversation about the book’s adventures, her book club discussion and her granddaughters wedding.  The book was now mine for keeping or passing on as I see fit. I will of course read it and pass it on.  Travel seems to be part of the books destiny.

I was touched. A little bit of humanity along with some old-fashioned kindness and communication all from the hand of  Mercury Retrograde.  No matter where our journey is taking us we should remember we are always Heading out to Wonderful, wherever that may be!

Heading Out to Wonderful is a book by Robert Goolrick

Walt’s Magic Kingdom

June 29, 2012 in Musings, Social Commentary | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

 

My husband and I recently visited Disneyland, also known as the “Happiest place on earth.”  It had been a long time, nearly twenty-two years since I had been to the Magic Kingdom. Many things had changed within the park and there were new additions since my last visit including an entire theme park called California Adventure.  Disneyland is still magical even though changes have made their way into the park. Walt stated: “It’s something that will never be finished, something that I can keep developing…and adding to.” While my childhood memories include rides or elements no longer featured or available, new creations have made their way into the magical land for a new generation to experience and remember.

Walt Disney was a visionary. He had a concept that was and is simple, to create a place that all could come to experience joy and inspiration. When we are there we are able to tap into our inner child, play and experience all that is good in the world. Walt said, “Disneyland is the star, everything else is in the supporting role” when we go into the park we respect the magical land and our hearts take great delight in taking it all in. He wanted us to experience beauty everywhere in the park and watch good triumph over evil.  He wanted, if only for a day, for us to be immersed in laughter, cleanliness, beauty, great storytelling, fun, and memory making in an idyllic setting, to step out of our ordinary world into an extraordinary world. He wanted us to be entertained. To this day it still works.
Now, I am not going to say the visit cannot be trying, stressful and tiring.  It can.  It is after all still an amusement park filled with thousands of people all trying to get in line and ride the rides.  There are children, strollers (I have never seen so many strollers in one place!) and parents everywhere. However the intent has been established before anyone enters the park….It is the “Happiest place on Earth” and happy behavior is expected.  There is also a spirit of cooperation that exists within the park that if taken with us when we exit, would make for a stronger community outside of the park.

My experience on this recent visit, was that people were looking for the magic and that led them (myself included) to find it.  The cast members (all the people who work at the Magic Kingdom) are friendly and reach out to speak, smile and help those attending each day. This creates an atmosphere of good will that spills over to the public. People remember their manners…for the most part. An effort is made to keep the magic alive and the kingdom clean by being ambassadors of fun and imagination. As Walt said, “It has that thing – the imagination, and the feeling of happy excitement I knew when I was a kid.” We all plop on our mouse ears (available in a wide variety of styles these days) and embark on a journey of wonder and discovery.

Walt Disney said, “When people laugh at Mickey Mouse, it’s because he’s so human; and that is the secret of his popularity.” We see in Mickey and his friends the same human qualities and frailties present in ourselves, our family and friends. I believe when we are in the park wearing our “honorary ears” we are more accepting and forgiving of each other, we are looking for the good…and we find it.

“When you’re curious, you find lots of interesting things to do. And one thing it takes to accomplish something is courage” said Walt. I am very happy he had the courage to make his dreams come true. He believed and when we enter the Magic Kingdom we believe too. To keep it all in perspective, Walt said “I only hope that we don’t lose sight of one thing – that it was all started by a mouse.” Yes Walt, a mouse and a man with a dream.  Thank you.

Artful Life

February 11, 2012 in Musings | Tags: , , , , | 4 comments

My husband and I love art. He is a talented, skilled and trained artist. I am an appreciator of art. Art is one of those things that can transport you to a different place and time, draw out your emotions and give you insights into the artist and their time in history.  Art can touch people on a very personal level and impact an entire culture. Like reading a good book you get immersed in the story being told.

If an exhibit is well curated it tells a story as magnificent as the art. We have attended exhibits that have been exquisitely curated and others that fell flat.  For those exhibits that have been curated beautifully, there is an intuitiveness that guides the viewer through the exhibit linking the provenance, artistic interpretation, history and back story of each piece and their artists while also connecting the pieces all together.  It gives you information, knowledge and a thirst for more. Art exhibits well curated offer inspiration and leave us feeling awe struck and creatively fulfilled.  

Art exhibits not so thoughtfully curated gives us a sense of being dissatisfied, as if somehow the truth was not unveiled. These exhibits, not the art that is in them, are disappointing.  Good art certainly speaks for itself, but for those of us that did not study art in college or have not been widely exposed to museums, having a show well curated is essential.  Don’t get me wrong, I can go to a poorly curated exhibit and still thoroughly enjoy the art. There are just so many added benefits to a well curated exhibit.

What strikes me each time we attend an exhibit is both the volume of people attending and the cross section of people.  It is amazing and wonderful how many people, from all walks of life, age groups and all nationalities, appreciate art. It is, in this common experience; that we all come to a place to see canvases (or other works of art) that were perhaps created centuries before, that survived and are being gazed upon and appreciated in this modern age, that touches our souls. That’s just it; the works of art touch our souls.  We can see and feel the creativity jump off the canvas and fill us with the desire to experience or create something beautiful, lasting and meaningful.

We all have our favorite mediums and favorite pieces within a medium but we can appreciate the work, creativity, skill and dedication is takes to create and complete any work of art.  The artists make it look easy.  Their eye and developed skill captures a moment in time for us to revel in, while revealing that moment could take years for the artist to complete.  That is dedication, perseverance and passion.

Art is about passion and desire intrinsically manifesting through the artist. We as observers and appreciators can also be passionate about our likes, dislikes, interpretations and opinions of what constitutes good art and extraordinary art.  Those are discussions and debates that have lasted through the ages, and along with the art, they will never end.

Cultivating creativity is vital for our world. Art gives us a playground to explore and transcend our ordinary existence. Passion, determination, skill, practice, patience and perseverance are all traits necessary in creating and living an artful life. Here’s to curating life magnificently.

Postage versus Weather

January 3, 2012 in Humor, Musings, Social Commentary | Tags: , , , | Leave a comment

I didn’t have a lot of ideas when Paul and I started to discuss what we should do for the 2011 Christmas Card. Should it be our year in review, about the wedding or some other topic? I never thought I would be one of those people that would send out the “Christmas Letter” type of card. Quite frankly, they used to annoy me when I got them in the mail. Somehow my life just never seemed to measure up to those folks who took the time to write those yearly retrospectives.

But then, I never expected to be doing lots of things that I now do; use a magnifying glass to read small print for example, shop online or have a Facebook page. I guess the mere efficiency of the mass letter wins out over repetitive writing. Then there is the fact that times are different. Communication is different. We email, text, Facebook and stay connected as we are moving through our days, so writing a holiday card to stay in touch is old-fashioned and to many, unnecessary.

So okay, call me old-fashioned, but I actually think there is still a lot to be said for receiving a hand written note with an interesting stamp on the envelope. Of course, my note is mostly done on the computer but I do try to add a little something handwritten to each person. Whether or not anyone can actually read my writing is another matter. This year I was running so behind that many of the personal notes just didn’t happen. Of course, I don’t bake cookies and give them out anymore either. Time seems to evaporate at a rapid speed.

So this might surprise you, I actually enjoy going to the Post Office, engaging the postal clerk in light-hearted conversation (I consider this a challenge), view all the new commemorative stamps and then purchase several different kinds. I am sure this annoys all the other postal patrons since everyone today is in such a hurry. I want to look at all my choices. When I am at the counter I tune out all the other customers and focus on the stamps. Maybe it is the fact that the postal clerk has an interested consumer or just that everyone else in line has to wait, I don’t know but it is fun seeing them smile.

I bring the stamps home and decide which one goes on each envelope depending on the contents and destination. I like to think people notice. I actually think they like little things like fun postage stamps. I like to believe those little images make them smile. Seeing the stamp on the envelope is something simple that may only affect them for a few seconds, but I choose to believe it makes a difference.

Back in the day collecting postage stamps was a huge hobby and the most collected thing world-wide. It also was important where the stamp was postage marked and if it was hand cancelled. Postage is one of those items that we all come in contact with and use. Kind of like the weather we all experience it and have it in common. Not as easy to start a conversation about stamps as it is the weather, but the connection is there all the same. Of course weather can actually impact our lives, stamps just facilitate information being sent and received from person to person.

Most men seem to view commemorative stamps as unnecessary. They go straight for the flags or whatever is in a book. Nothing fancy, just a stamp to stick on an envelope and get the job done. Women on the other hand like the variety and shopping experience of choosing their designs. We develop a connection with whatever we are sending and want the appropriate stamp on the envelope. Now there are websites out there selling personalized stamps. While I think those are cool, I kind of think it is cheating. There was honor that was associated with stamp design and people couldn’t be on a stamp until they had passed. Yes, I know…old fashioned.

I must say that since the stamps have become self sticking they feel more like a sticker than a stamp. It used to be such a process to stamp all the Christmas envelopes and put them in the mail. We would get out a little dish of water, a round sponge and a cloth to keep our fingers non sticky. Now it is a breeze. That is one modern convenience that I greatly appreciate.

So this is a mundane fascination with postage I know. But I bet you look at your envelopes from now on and see what type of postage is on the upper right corner. If it is a commemorative stamp you know someone took the time to stand in line to purchase that especially for your envelope. Be appreciative and the next time someone makes a comment about the weather, ask them if they have seen those new Tiger Stamps yet?

Crow Energy

November 18, 2011 in Musings | Tags: , , , , , | Leave a comment

Last year, the beginning of October, Paul and I put out our Fall and Halloween decorations inside our Lincoln home.  It is our favorite time of year and we so enjoy this ritual.  Every year we add to our collection with a few new pieces.

We don’t go overboard on the Halloween theme and focus more on the fall aspect of the season.  We tie the two seasons together with crows. We have quite a few of them in different sizes.  I started un-wrapping the crows from storage one by one.  As I un-wrapped them I began to place each one in different areas of the house; On the leaf garland over the fireplace, perched on top of Ben our grandfather clock, resting on the wreath hanging on the front door, on the landing going up the stairs, a pair flying over the dining room table and another pair pecking at the pumpkins and gourds I had placed in the family butter churn.  Each one seemed to add fun autumn energy to the house.  Paul would comment on how they brought an interesting element to the different decorations.

As I worked on decorating the house I welcomed each one back into the home.  I have a tendency to talk to things as I work with them telling them how much I enjoy them and how I appreciate them.  My thoughts were about the crows in the fields this time of year and the flock that flies in for fall and lives in the tops of the redwood trees in my Roseville neighborhood. They are only here for a short time and yet they help to create a noticeable transition from summer to fall.

As I placed the smaller ones in the butter churn I heard all the pigeons that hang out on the house next door fly away.  I turned and looked out the window and there they were….crows!  They were all lined up on the fence looking around and saying hello!  It was so very cool!  I called Paul over to look. We laughed and enjoyed the moment.  I had been calling in crow energy and they responded.  It was magical…like the morning autumn mist that lingers above the tops of the warm summer fields…it is there… but you must look quickly before it dissipates into the day.

Last year, the crows did not visit us again after that first day.  I was honored that they responded to our welcome call. This year, we were gone for the first part of October and were late in placing our decorations.  The crows had already moved on.

Fall shows up in so many different ways. For the first time in a few years, there were cobwebs floating in the air. I am not sure what makes this phenomenon occur but it is both cool and odd. I remember one year as it was happening, I had a manager come into town to work with me. As we drove around the area, he saw all the large webs, some with particles from the cottonwood trees attached to them, floating through the air.  They crossed our path several times as we were walking and while in our vehicle. It freaked him out.  I just laughed. I have lived here so long I guess it has become normal to me. He could not wait to get back on his plane later that day and away from the webs.

We have been lucky this year that the autumn rain and wind have been minimal allowing the leaves to linger on the trees, shimmering with all their different colors and looking like stained glass windows throughout the city.  The air is crisp, the sky is blue and the reds, yellows and oranges of the leaves dance for our wonderment. Fall is definitely in the air, but the crow energy is gone for now.  We will have to wait until next year to call them in and say hello.

Otherworldly

September 4, 2011 in Musings | Tags: , , | Leave a comment

There have been a couple of times in my life where I have been transported from the here and now to a different place and time.  Where I turned and looked at a certain view and felt as if I was in a portal to another world, another place, another time.

One of these experiences happened on the first Saturday of August of 2008.  I was driving around Lake Tahoe with some friends and the weather was lovely.  We stopped in King’s Beach to stretch our legs and look at an Art Fair that was happening lakeside. I strolled alone looking at the different artists and enjoying myself.  I came to the end of the art exhibits and went a little further before I turned to go back to join my friends.  I stopped briefly and turned to look out at the Lake and breathe it in.

There before me was this amazing scene that I could only describe as otherworldly.  It was beautiful, enchanting and mesmerizing.  The temperature was about 79 degrees, there was a breeze coming across the lake, boats were tethered and riding the waves, people were on the beach playing and sitting under colorful umbrellas and others were riding jet skis amidst the white caps.  As I looked out across the alpine lake the vista was spectacular.  I just stood there in a trance unable to move, drinking it in.  I felt as if I were in a painting or a movie and like Alice, if I were to step on the sand I would disappear into the scene.

I pulled myself out of the trance and headed back to join my group.  One of my friends was walking towards me.  I grabbed him and said “I have something to show you.”  He followed me and when I was again at the exact spot I had him turn around and look. “Just look” I said. He stood there and said the exact same thing that had come into my mind. “It is otherworldly. I feel transported.  This is amazing.”  Neither of us wanted to leave.

The memory of that experience lingers in my mind. I have been back several times over the years to the same place and alas, the portal is gone. On that one day, it was simply perfect. I have tried viewing it from other spots on the beach, but none have the same effect as that one specific location on that particular day.  A perfect moment in time, a portal to another world where happiness and joy dance on the waves and sail through the air filling our hearts and souls with their bounty.

Jesus on the Bathroom Wall

July 30, 2011 in Spirituality | Tags: , , , | Leave a comment

One night in late summer a few years ago, I was experiencing a somewhat fitful night of sleep. I was stressed and worried over work issues. I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.  As I sat there relieving myself I looked forward through sleepy eyes and there on my bathroom wall was the image of Jesus.  I was startled. It was an odd sensation having Jesus look back at me while using the bathroom.

The street lamp was shining through the leaves from the trees outside my window in such a way that the image of Jesus’ face was staring back at me. It was unmistakably Jesus.  It was comforting and yet strange.  I know people have seen images of Jesus and Mother Mary in strange places all over the world, but it has never happened to me before.  I took it as some sort of sign. Although I was not certain what the sign was, it was my guess it was not to worry.

I climbed back into bed and thought about it for a few minutes.  I didn’t quite believe it so I got up to look again and make sure.  Yep.  There he was, Jesus on my bathroom wall.  Okay, well then, I told myself I guess I won’t worry and I fell back to sleep. Several nights later I awoke in the middle of the night, again not sleeping well. It occurred to me to check out the bathroom wall again.  He was still there and it made me smile.  This time I told Jesus I was grateful for his presence and went back to bed.

It had been a few months since Jesus first showed up and I remember thinking he will soon go away as the leaves are starting to fall now.  The Jesus leaf experience was kind of cool, kind of strange, but it was definitely Jesus on my bathroom wall.

A year or two later I had to have some construction work done on my bathroom.  The window had to be replaced.  I was out while the work was being done and upon my return they had replaced my clear window with one that had frosted privacy glass.  I was surprised at my response.  Immediately I thought that Jesus would no longer be seen on my bathroom wall.  Of course the trees had grown over the last couple of years which had changed their shadows and reflections on my wall. Jesus’ image had not re-appeared since that first summer, but still I was sad.

It is funny how small things like this can impact us emotionally. One of my fond childhood memories of my paternal grandmother was of the two of us sitting on the lawn on a summer day and watching a baby cloud dissipate and then looking for images in the other clouds. To me that was magical.  We laughed and talked about clouds and vision and seeing things in other objects, like faeries in tree bark.  She was wonderfully imaginative and to a little girl, it was such fun to have someone help me believe in such things.

Many years later, but before I saw Jesus on the bathroom wall I was in Kauai with a group at a Spiritual Workshop.  It had been a good week and on the second to the last day we got up early and took a bus up to watch the sunrise over Wailea Canyon.  It was a lovely ceremony as we all stood there quietly chanting our call to the sun.  Then as the light of the sun started to reflect on the clouds our leader looked up into the sky and exclaimed “look at all the angels in the sky!” We all looked around the sky and were delighted!  It was filled with angel clouds!  Everywhere we looked there were angels in the sky.  That was a very special moment and we took that as a sign as well.  We were being watched over and the work we had done all week was being blessed.

Sometimes the magic of the Universe shows up and surprises us by placing these familiar and comforting images in unusual places. How else would we know Spirit was trying to get our attention and give us a message?  We just have to remember to look for the signs…in all the odd places.

Ironing

June 17, 2011 in Musings | Tags: , , , , | 3 comments

Now that summer is here I find myself wearing lots of linen and cotton, both fabrics that look better when ironed. I love to iron. There is something very soothing about ironing. The scent of the steam as it hits the clean cloth. The immediate satisfaction of something wrinkled becoming freshly pressed. I can get lost in ironing. My mind relaxes and I just let it drift. It is one of those chores that accomplishes something and at the same time allows me to let go and process my thoughts.

I like to use a small bottle of lavender water to spray my clothes with as I iron. I enjoy the smell and it is kind of nostalgic and almost indulgent. I iron in batches mostly. I wait until I have a large grouping then haul it all out and do it all at once. Sometimes I am really indulgent and I watch a chick flick while I iron.

My fiancé on the other hand irons everyday. He likes to have his clothes freshly pressed right before he puts them on. He uses magic sizing instead of lavender water but the smell of the steaming iron as it glides over his clothes still makes me smile. Well that and the fact that he actually irons his own clothes.

In this modern world where everything happens so fast ironing is kind of a throw back. It takes a bit of time, there are no short cuts and the basic iron hasn’t changed too much over the years. I like that. I take comfort in that. A heavy stainless steel iron with steam is still the best bet.

The ironing board is an important piece as well. It needs to be adjustable, padded well and good sized. If the pad is not thick enough you can get the imprint from the ironing board on your clothes. That is not good. It isn’t as easy finding a good board these days as it is a good iron. I like to use both ends of the board. Sometimes the back end of the board is perfect for the shoulders of a shirt.

My mom taught me how to iron. There is a proper sequence to ironing. Well at least there is my proper sequence; Shirt collar, then sleeves, front lapel, front sides, shoulders and back. I don’t really vary too much except sometimes I do half of the front then do the back and then finish up the other side of the front. Pants are harder to do because you have to get the seam right down the front. I am fairly picky about how the piece looks once I hang it up and look at it. If it isn’t right I take it off and put it back on the ironing board.

When I was growing up I liked to watch my mom iron. It was a chore for her but I liked to see all the clothes get hung up on the little rack she kept next to the ironing board. Her dresses (they called them shifts) and my dad’s work shirts hung right next to each other. My mom liked to sew when I was growing up and made most of her shifts. When I was quite young she made my clothes too. We had lots of shifts that matched. I loved that! Both of our dresses were hanging next to my dad’s chambray work shirts…ahh…the simple things that make an impression on our young minds.

My aunt took in ironing to help support herself while I was growing up. When my mom and I would visit her she would be standing in her family room ironing other people’s clothes while we visited. It was interesting and kind of cool to get a glimpse into other people’s closets. She made decent money at it and I think she kind of enjoyed it. It gave her time to think or watch television as she worked. The tools were easy to put away and it was inexpensive to operate. She was able to stay home with the kids and yet bring in spending money.

Ironing is about feeling good about what we are wearing and being presentable to the world. It is about positive self image and it is about doing a chore, seeing results and relaxing the mind. All good things… I like that.

Record Keeping

April 2, 2011 in Musings | Tags: , | Leave a comment

My mom is the record keeper in our family. She is the one we go to if we want to know something. I use the term record keeper because she keeps track of family information and details. She has all the childhood illness data, vital stats like births, marriages, divorces and deaths as well as the family genealogy history. My mom keeps these records and information in files. It expands from this type of information to more mundane day to day stuff.  My mom has kept a diary for as long as I can remember.

No juicy secrets in these pages, just the basics like the weather, what she and dad did that day, a new purchase noted perhaps and an interesting tidbit here and there. My mom has taken notes on the normal stuff life is made up of and has tucked them away in these handwritten pages.

Many times we refer back to these pages to check on what we did at certain holidays, or when the garden was planted, when harvest started or when repairs were made.  It may seem boring but as she starts to look back through the pages and read her notes it brings back memories.  It reminds us of what we have been through and the threads that tie us together.  It is comforting to me, to know the information is there.  As we age and life becomes full of details our memories of past days fade and we forget the small things that make up our lives.  It serves us to remember that the ordinary is extraordinary.

The fact that she has done this for so long speaks to her discipline.  I admire it and respect it.  I haven’t written a diary.  I keep records in files but not a handwritten accounting of days.  That practice is a commitment to life and to family. Documenting a normal human existence through the eyes of a wife, mother, sister, daughter and friend and creating a family history book is sacred.

Recently, I found an autograph memory book that my mom had given me a while back. It was my paternal grandmother’s.  It is a treasure.  The book is small, orange velvet with ivory flowers on the outside. On the inside are well wishes, poems and signatures from my grandmother’s parents, sister, cousins, teachers and friends, all in their own handwriting by fountain pen.  The book covers from elementary school through college. It is remarkable to hold such a wonderful piece of history. Reading the written words from their own hand I can feel their personalities leap off the page.

Neither my mom nor grandmother set out to provide written snapshots into their lives. Yet they did.  What a wonderful gift. It is the people and their stories that give life meaning and interest. My family like most has great characters and stories filled with drama, success, sadness, fun, illness and heartache. It is the compilation of these great individuals and their journeys that offers us strength and wisdom. Handwritten notes of day to day living, love letters to life.

©2011 Lisa Prunier, High Road Post

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