Saturday, December 26, 2009

A fitting End to a Merry Christmas!

After all the pretty presents were opened and our bellies were full, my youngest daughter had one more gift for us...she passed out silly mustaches.  She labeled it, donning our gay apparel. And to all a Good Night!
Hope you all had a Very Merry Christmas!

We did get our first snow on Christmas Eve! How perfect was that?  I didn't take any pictures until this morning. 

It isn't packing snow, but so pretty!
Now it's on to a brand New Year!

Friday, December 25, 2009

The Gift

I received the gift of remembering, and knowing.
My gift came several years ago, but I was reminded by Sarah, a few days ago.  She sent good will to her friend, Renee.  
We all link to blogs, read a bit and go on.  But Renee, hit a sore spot. Renee gave me goose-bumps.  Renee, made me remember.  So in turn, Sarah and Renee, gave me a gift.
Let Fly!
So here is my gift.
 I haven't told many, about what I experienced.  It was mine to know.  And it's what I believe.
11 years and 2 months ago, my husband was diagnosed with Multiple Myloma. It's a cancer that develops through the bone marrow. (a gift from his stint in Vietnam and  agent orange). Our world as we knew it changed forever.  When Richard, (husband), found out, he was devastated. At that time he was told  that there wasn't a lot they could do besides chemo and radiation.  Big whoop! He was given 18 months.  And I thought, how dare they tell him that. That is not going to happen.
My husband, had said to me, "what if it is all that I have left to live?" And all I could tell him was, "well it will be the best 18 months you will ever have".  I wanted him to know that he had to think he had a million years ahead of him.  He had to Know!
We got through the first round and the second round...etc.that lasted a year, we even left home and lived in a sterile  hospital room for 3 months.  He had a bone marrow transplant that WORKED!  Of course, there was daily and monthly  treatments to keep his cancer repressed, but he was living again.
I always believed and always asked, to keep my husband strong and healthy and safe.  But, to whom am I asking? 

I am not a highly religious person, but I've always believed in the power.  It was this power within me that helped us get through this change in our lives.  I asked for guidance and strength, but from where? Heck if I know, I just knew, I believed. If I could take on his or anyone's burden I'd do it in a flash.   But let me get to the nitty gritty of the gift I received, with another slight detour.   My husbands, Mother was a very gifted soul.
We had our ins and outs, me being the "daughter-in-law"... I wasn't taking her son away.  We became very close through out the years,  after we stopped competing for the love of one human being.
6 years after my husbands transplant, the cancer started moving again. While dealing with this, my mother-in-law passed away.  It was totaly unexpected and I didn't know how my husband would handle it.  He did okay, I was the one who went  bonkers.  Who was I going to confide in, who could I talk about the things we studied, the spirtuality, the path of our lives?  I truly loved her.
 Two weeks after her passing I asked for a healing for my husband, I didn't ask for guidance or an orpportunity.  I was adament, I wanted a healing...that's what I got.
I went to sleep telling not asking!
I felt myself awaking, like I had to get up, and as I turned over to get up, I heard a voice in my mind,  don't open your physical eyes, watch and listen..I envisoned my eyes opening, but yet they were closed.    The air around me went quiet.  I felt the stillness.  The sounds of the outside world went still.  Yet I felt an air of silence.  It's a feeling, just a feeling.  My body was turned on it's side facing the door of my bedroom and then I felt the presence of an overwhelming light.  In my minds eye I saw the precesion of the High Holy Healers enter, into my bedroom, with an amber glow like candle light.  They were led by my Mother-in-law.  I only knew it was her because of her small height.  Yet just a feeling.  Knowing.  She was clothed in a white gown of simple cotton, how do I know, I don't, I just know.  She is followed by the 3 Holy men.  How do I know, I just know. I know they are there to guide her to heal.  I know they are the High Holy Healers.  The air has a scent of insense, I hear the chanting in Latin.  I know.  But how do I know?  I see them wave their hands over my husband, speaking, chanting, blessing.  I see my Mother-in-law look directly into my eyes, she doesn't say a physical word, but I hear her speak the words.  "I am a healer now! I simply am.".
I knew in that very monmet that my husband was healed of that particular cancer.  I knew it with my whole being.  I also knew that she came as a healer and not as the Mother, that he knew. I felt that the High Holy Healers were there to guide her in her first healing, I just believed.   And in that knowing, I learned that the power of my thought brought the healing of light and unconditional love.  I just know.
A light in someones eye, a smile, the mention of a friend in a blog post, that touches someones spirtit.
A gift.
We are many, we are one!
Merry Christmas

Shhh sleep now!

Friday, December 11, 2009

The Snow The Memories!

It's beauty, it's white, it's, clean, it's soft, it's wet and cold...SNOW!  There's a heavy silence in the air as each magical crystal lands upon the earth, layer upon layer, creating another wonderland to play in.
The first snow is magical, it always brings forth my childhood...fighting with my sisters, over who gets to wear the red rubber boots.  I always got the ugly black ones, with the clunky metal buckles, that were way to big so I'd have to wear 3 pairs of socks. Which was totally useless after jumping in the biggest snow drift I could find, because I came out of the drift but my boots didn't.
We'd spend hours rearranging the snow in the yard  with half built snowmen, and angels lined up in 5 different sizes.  Our laughter bounced off the insulation of the snow when we threw the first snowball, and our screams boomed when we got hit in the face and felt the icey cold freeze slide down our necks.
I know many of you recevied your first seasons snow. You either love it or curse it, but the first snow is magic!  It brings back the child. The child who never forgets to play.
Sadly we haven't received our first snow, so I'll share a photo of last seasons first snow!
Enjoy! Laugh! Play!

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Greetings From the Big Guy

Well I finally finished one of my Santas'!  And lupey me! I used oil paint...took forever to dry!  But I did enjoy dipping my brushes in the mix of colors, the smell of turpintine, the smuge of red paint on my face!   I just listed him on Ebay.  He's like a giant, old fashion post card greeting! Now I really need to go clean up the paints.  The brushes have been soaking long enough, time to wash them before they turn to goo!  

All is well on Pearl Avenue...for now!  

Thursday, December 3, 2009

A Few of my Favorite Things!!!!

As I was creating little pretties, I'd finish what ever I was working on and set it a side.  In this case the finished pieces ended up in a nest of honeysuckle.  Now, as each piece landed in the nest, and I started creating the next little treasure, my mind was frantically trying to I make a whole village to go with the church, and what should I  add to the paper cones?  What do I have, in my baskets and buckets, which has taken over my work space,  that will enhance the crown and the cross?  As my thoughts traveled out into the universe, I glanced at my nest full of little pretties...Well duh! It looks perfect just as it is!  

So why do we beat ourselves up over a solution when it's almost always right in front of us?  I know it's a trivial little thing, (what to do with the pretties), but maybe if I let my mind wonder out of the box and let it tread into the silence of space...let go, I'll remember that there is nothing that can't be solved. 

So, you know what I'm going to do after I finish my Santa s? (Yes I'm almost finished with them. )  I'm going to knock down a wall.  One that does not hold up the house!