In my family, I was an exuberant little girl enthusiastic for life and not here to be held back, my overworked mom often took comfort that her mother watched over me. Although I never met my Grandma Elizabeth I often felt connected to her guiding presence. Stories of guardian angels watching over and protecting us were told in Sunday school and frankly, it was easier to ask these non-threatening beings for help, rather than the bearded man in the sky. (more…)
Your Love Lifted Me Higher
The one-year anniversary is quickly approaching and he’s on my mind more than ever. Pangs of guilt hit me, as 
I imagine scenarios in which I could have done things differently forcing a different outcome. I thought I had made peace with Dink’s death, but my attempt to recreate the past means a residue of suffering remains.
I remind myself of the many blessings received by his dramatic departure. He inspired the Freedom from Suffering Group Distance Healings and countless people (including furry friends) have benefited. He didn’t die in vain.
I silently request Dink give me a message, because it’s my loneliness for him that’s causing me to feel a loss. (more…)
My Wayward Son
Saturday, August 23, 2014, 7:57 AM
The vibration in my hand alerts me to a message as I unplug my cell phone. I open the screen and see a voicemail from my ex-husband. This can’t be good. I honestly didn’t expect to have a reason to speak to him until Davin’s wedding day in the far off future. There’s also a Facebook message from Dagan, Davin’s best friend stationed in California. Both asked me to call as soon as possible.
The sources did not add up, but together, I knew something happened to my son. (more…)
Never Ride Alone
The sunrays shower upon my face, as Spring’s fragrant undertones swirl through the ponderosa pine scent around me. I breathe it in with deep appreciation and glance over my right arm. The towering hillside across Deer Creek Canyon rises to meet me. This view always takes my breath away. That, and the fact there is nothing but empty space between that pine-filled wall and me. The guardrail doesn’t count, as it would serve as a catapult if I ran into it with my motorcycle.
There’s nothing to worry about and there’s no rush to get there, I remind myself as I turn my focus back to this glorious scenery. I’m protected and so is my macaroni and cheese dish, although my husband, Greg, may not approve of my bungee skills, I trust them. Going to a potluck on the bike is a first, I’m glad I’m not typical. (more…)
My One True Love
“Are you ready?” I tilt my head down to answer, his piercing blue eyes encounter me. What the hell was that?
I nod in confusion. Take in a deep breath, close my eyes, and squeeze Wendy’s hand inside mine. The needle punctures and moves through the clamped top of my navel. I exhale a sigh of relief, “That wasn’t so bad.” Fritz threads the ring, pulls the needle out, and inserts the bead in the center of the gold ring. (more…)