February 28, 2017

Trusting in Our Higher Power


With the new moon yesterday, my first grand-nephew has arrived and a friend's father passed away. It seems I grieve my own father once again every time this happens.

I've been thinking about the devine energy and love that resides within us all. Perhaps the biggest key in life is trust in our own higher power. Although I don't think my mom could articulate this, perhaps in simpler thinking, it is what she may believe. A widow for over 15 years, now 95-years-old and on the slippery slope of decline, she is alone in the night in nursing care and must be tapping into an energy for herself that is peaceful, trusting and grounding.

Thank you mama for your example of this, even though I know that you probably aren't even aware that you have set this and so many others for me.

My dear friend and inspiration Brenda Stanton (who walked with me in the Nestle ad) wrote a great piece recently about trusting our higher power that you might like to read if you have time, especially her Worthy Work at the end of the article.

Sending love from my home to yours,

Louise



February 13, 2017

Valentine's Day



I'm sending love out into the world today.

To those in the far reaches of the earth, who might need it most.

To those close-by, who might feel that they haven't a hand to hold, anywhere.

I'm sending love out into the world today

Because I know we're all a little frightened about what might happen next

or what might not happen.

I hope you can feel it.

It's traveling today, from my heart to yours.

Xoxo,

Louise

February 10, 2017

Message from the Sky



The older I grow, the more I love astrology.

I take it with a grain of salt but usually find it pretty fascinating.

There is a message in this full moon for all of us.

Happy lunar eclipse everyone,

Louise

February 04, 2017

A Track In The Snow



I am still sorely missing my friend who died last week. First there was shock of her sudden death, then the celebration of her life and now, the reality that my memories with her are done being made.

Especially hard I think because she is the first friend I have ever lost, but perhaps this kind of thing gets harder as life goes along.

Out of I don't know where, I gathered the strength to speak at her funeral. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. I have spoken at my Dad's funeral and also my 101-year-old cousin's but this was harder. There were many people I didn't know there, she was my age and there was also a camera telecasting the service to another room for the overflow in the UU church. 

I am so glad that I honored her though. I am always glad when I do things that scare the daylights out of me, but this time in particular, I had a story to tell. I honestly think she pulled me through it.


"I am Liz’s friend, Louise.

With Liz's passing, we have all lost a glowing light in our lives.

Last Thursday morning, like the flip of a light switch, she was gone.


For years Liz has been my walking buddy.

Who knows how many miles we treaded, 

while trying to sort out the complexities of life.

Lizbeth, 

You were my nature girl.

The girl who got me to see so many things that I would've missed had I not been with you.

A bird in a tree.

A track in the snow.

The first sign of spring.


You were a confidant.

You were my cheerleader.

You radiated love.

Who will ever forget your smile? 


Your soothing massages provided my 95-year-old mother and so many others, the human warmth that we all need.

After every massage my mom would say to me

"Liz is such a kind and loving person." 

And we all know that about you-

and it is what I will miss most,

my dear dear friend."