Posts Tagged ‘Love’

Our Boarder

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010

This will be the third year that a regular houseguest will be staying with us. We are very excited for his arrival this Friday. I should clarify who ‘we’ are. Mocha and I are thrilled to have Gabby stay in our home for the next 5 months.

I am so happy that I said yes to my girlfriend’s parents who needed a temporary home for Gabby when they travel down south for the winter months. Gabby is not one for travelling. The hour it takes for them to get him from their place to ours is very hard on the ears. Driving for almost 3 days would be unbearable. No, this arrangement works well for everyone, especially our boys.

If I have said it once I have said it a million times. I cannot imagine my life without pets.

Welcome (to your other) home Gabby!

The Godmother

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

This is the perfect example of people coming into our lives for a reason, season or a lifetime. I am not sure if you have ever read or heard me say that Tasting Rain is the child that Mel and I never had. I was not prepared to let my child out into the world until both she and I were ready for her to make her grand appearance. How could I let our child leave our home, to spread her wings and make a difference in this world without her having the proper name? This is where I am forever connected and grateful to Lillian: for it was Lil, who named our child.

Lil and I have only met and conversed perhaps a dozen times since we met each other approximately three years ago. Some might say that we are strangers, yet Lil and I both know that we are lifetime ‘eternal’ mates. We are each other’s personal cheerleaders who send good thoughts out into the universe for each of our respective projects, dreams and loves. Was I surprised to receive an exciting email from Lil telling me that 1 New York and 3 Hollywood studios and 2 agencies have requested copies of her screenplay? Absolutely not because I am a firm believer in what goes around comes around.

There was no mistake the universe bringing Lil & I together when we were both about to release our projects into the world. We were two older women, exploring our creative sides, surrendering to the universe, believing in our dreams and telling the world that it is never too late. I remember that later on that same first day that we met, we toasted each other and said, “Here’s to the next International best-selling author and Hollywood’s next greatest screenplay writer!”

Life’s A Gift

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

Continued from yesterday’s posting…

A couple of very profound things took place, that would turn my life upside down forever. The first of these was when I admitted to myself that I wanted a female partner in my life. I remember the day, like it was yesterday. I was driving along in my car and for the first time ever I said out loud to myself that it was okay and that I was okay also, admitting this to myself did not make me a lesser person. I stopped the car as the tears and emotion was so overwhelming that I could not see the road. I sat in the car and sobbed, for the lost and suppressed part of me that was in a dead space, disowned and shamed.

We cannot be who we want to be if our self image and our self talk is an argument in the opposite. During the following eighteen months I took a cruise to Alaska, with my sister, and it was on this cruise that I met my soul mate. In 2007, after selling my personal belongings, with two suitcases in hand, I moved to the United States to begin a new life with a wonderful lady who believes I am a gift, to her life.

There is no ending to this story as I am still learning and living my spiritual journey, I am still experiencing what it is to be at the cause of my life not at the affect of it, to be me, to allow myself to blossom and be self empowered. The one thing that this decision taught me is that we are limitless human beings, and that fear is false evidence appearing real. The change is deeply profound, and as I wrote recently, it is like a light goes on in the darkest part of my being and lights up a space hitherto unknown to me. Life is a gift.

Tasting Rain Contest Participant: Authored by Reverend Wallis Pattisonn

Life Is A Gift

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

Over the years I have often thought and in fact role played what it would be like to re-invent myself. What did re-inventing one-self, mean? The question is a very powerful and meaningful inquiry, as re-invent conjures up quite a story. I began my inquiry and fantasizing with a change of name, location, demeanor and financial status. I dreamt of living an entirely different life than the one I was living and experienced the feelings of what it would be like to live that life. Needless to say some would call this daydreaming, but for me it held a much more meaningful inquiry.

Like many other women in my position and time of life I was becoming unsettled with my lot in life, my inner stirrings were suggesting life held more than I was currently experiencing. I had been married and divorced very young, and had been blessed to find a wonderful role model for my young family, so I remarried when the children were quite young. The early years of rearing a family as most of us know is too busy for personal reflection, and self indulgence. As the years progressed though I began to question and put forward the inquiry, asking myself was this all there was, or could there be more to life?

The answers did not come rushing at me as ah ha moments, they crept up gradually as I began to investigate and ask more questions of myself. Those of us who have done this, know how painful this can be at times, as we all have our stories and personal cover-ups to justify why everything is okay the way that it is, why we don’t need to change a thing. Over time though I managed to break down the stories and so began my journey of self discovery in earnest.

Around this time, my son had attended a course that radically changed his way of seeing the world and himself. A few days after he had attended I was visiting with him, over a leisurely cup of tea, he dropped a bomb on my head when he said with as much empathy as he could muster, that I always played victim and did I realise this was what I did? Right then and there my life changed forever, I was both horrified and yet the truth of it hit me like someone had knocked me off my feet. I knew in that moment that this was exactly how my life had been, that I had constantly put myself in positions that played out my victim, ouch !!

Thank goodness for those around us that can be brutally honest, whilst wanting to be well meaning, and thank goodness that I was at a stage of knowing and openness to such a deep level of personal inquiry. To say that my life dramatically changed after this, would be an understatement as the next couple of years saw a ‘me change’ that not too many people experience.

to be continued…

Spirit of a Child

Tuesday, October 5th, 2010

My favourite thing of beauty in my home is a little red hand print that my husband made when he was a child. I framed it and have it where I can see it every day. 

My husband suffered a lot as a child. He was sexually abused by three people. His parents had an ugly divorce and his brother was chronically ill with extreme asthma. What is so totally amazing about my husband and his difficult childhood is that his spirit was never broken. Somehow god held him together and after 12 years of marriage I am still learning from him how to be a more positive, kind and loving person.

I became very ill with endometriosis 9 months after we got married. After 4 surgeries, I ended up with a pain patch that stopped my breathing. Many people died from that same medicine. It totally changed my body and left me with debilitating chronic fatigue. If that was not enough, it was determined that I also had Lyme disease that had been hiding in my body since childhood and decided to show up exactly at this point in our lives. As you can only imagine our sex life had pretty much become non-existent due to the pain I was living with on a daily basis. But, because my husband grew up being sensitive about sex and being around chronic illness he totally “gets” the emotions that go with both internal and external pain. During this difficult time for the both of us we bonded in so many other intimate ways that sex often overruns.

My husband has been such a loyal and amazing support throughout more than I can even begin to write here. I know this is all quite personal but it’s a story I am proud to share with others. I know it has touched so many people who know our story. God truly brings beauty in our ashes if we choose to see with that vision. I love my husband’s little red handprint and the spirit of that child who was beaten down but never broken.

Tasting Rain Contest Participant – Rebecca, Alaska

Spare Rooms

Friday, October 1st, 2010

A reader of Tasting Rain sent me a lovely note this morning. This woman lost her husband 17 years ago today and never imagined at her age that she would have someone special in her life to share her love with. I want to share with you one line from her email that stood out for me and it was this: “You certainly had true love in your life with Mel and that will last you a lifetime, but remember the heart has many rooms for more love.” 

Love has many shapes, sizes and levels. We love our family and friends in varying degrees but the love of a partner is something different altogether. You know that you are loved when this person you have decided to share your life with not only loves you when you are at your best, but they still decide to love you even when you are at your worst. They think you are beautiful the moment you awake from your sleep. They never see the extra ten or fifteen pounds you feel you need to lose. You are the first person they want to share any type of news with. They may not always agree with your decisions; however, they will respect them nonetheless. When you have love in your life you feel that anything is possible. I have and will never turn my back on love. Love is the answer. When love comes knocking on your door my hope is that it will find a place to stay in one of the many spare rooms you have available in your heart.

Marathon of Life

Thursday, September 30th, 2010

Life can be compared to a long distance race. When you start out it feels pretty good but then the further you get into the race it gets harder. Sometimes we can push ourselves through with a little self-talk to keep going or we get silent encouragement by simply watching others press on through their pain. While on this path many things will happen. You will be passed by or you will pass others. Some will end up walking, limping or keeping to a slow and steady pace. You will run alone, in packs or find it easier to run side by side.

The support of others helps us through difficult times. They keep us going whether it is through their words, actions or love. Does it matter if we run, walk, skip, hop, or crawl on this path? I don’t think so. What is critical is that when we get discouraged, we pick up our heads and look to the horizon. We see that others are showing us the way and we are not alone. They are the trailblazers that teach us that sometimes even though it hurts to run,  it hurts even more to stop.  

Read the full inspirational blog post from Terri  

Unexpected Gifts

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

I was moved beyond words last night when I attended the official book launch for my friend’s poetry book, appropriately titled ‘Unexpected Gifts.’ Zofia is my unexpected and treasured gift. Not only because of who she is but because she exposed me to the beauty of poetry. I had not been a fan of this genre until I heard this eloquent poem titled, ‘Do You Have a Minute to be Present?’

Author: Zofia Monika Dove

Hello! How are you this morning?
You do ask me every day
Do you really want my answer?
Do you really want my say?

Look into my eyes
Look into my face

Do you really want to know
All my troubles
All my sorrows
That my heart must undergo?

Stop and listen
Stop and hear me

Hear my voice – its tone and flow
Watch my body language, posture
They will tell you
They surely know

Do you really have a minute
To be present and to hear?

How sincere is your question?
How concerned are you, sir?

Yet the question that you ask me
Every morning on your way
Makes me feel already noticed
It could truly make my day!

Man’s Best Friend

Monday, September 20th, 2010

My sister’s family suffered a devastating loss this past weekend. Their beloved black lab, Raven peacefully passed away in his sleep at a place that he loved so very much – the cabin. To see Raven running and swimming at the lake you would think he was just a pup, but the grey hair around his snout reminded us that his puppy days were well long gone.

Raven was a very special part of our entire family. You simply could not help falling in love with this gentle beast who grabbed a piece of your heart every time you looked into his loving eyes or when he rested his head on your lap ever so gently.

Humans can learn a tremendous amount from ‘man’s best friend.’ They don’t criticize others. They are not racist or prejudiced. They don’t care if you are young, old, rich or poor. They accept their owner without question. They are loyal, affectionate, a source of entertainment and will protect their owner with everything they have. They ask for very little in return other than good-tasting food, water, love and a comfortable place to sleep. If you provide these basic necessities for them you will have a faithful companion for life.

This blog is dedicated to the memory of our Raven who was such an incredible and precious gift to our entire family.

Loving Memory

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

Every time I walk into my closet I see a duffel bag that contains a special project that I started many years ago and never got around to finishing it. Oh sure, I probably used the excuses like ‘I’m just so busy or I simply don’t have the time’. Well, that all ends today because this labour of love deserves to be completed.

The content of the bag that I lovingly packed away was a memory quilt. Each patch was carefully cut from some of Mel’s very unique shirts.  There was a reason I chose those particular shirts. They represented happy and beautiful times. They were the shirts that Mel purchased from every tropical location we vacationed at, including our fabulous honeymoon in Jamaica.

My goal is to finish what I started by December 31. This finishing work will require an incredible amount of patience and accurate sewing skills. This could be tough considering that I am lacking in both of those areas, but I am definitely up for the challenge.