Archives for the month of: December, 2014


It begins as a whisper–
light shines
joining with the
stars, sun, moon, sky
rising to the top
of the mountain to
look out at the
landscape within.

Photo taken at Butterflies & Blooms 2013 in the SF Botanical Garden


It was just another laundry day. I had forgotten to pack a book, so when I stopped to get detergent, waiting in line, I peeked at the magazines. Prevention caught my eye. The January issue promising: “Your Healthiest Year Ever.”

In between loads, I read through the bite size tips that would lead me on the right path for now and the coming New Year. What pulled me in and gave me the kick-start that I needed was a woman sharing how she didn’t like exercising (I can relate), but that she goes through the full Sun Salutation six times each morning.

Since reading that last week, I’ve been doing the same. I’ve always found my way back to good habits only to let them go. But I’m determined to gently set down new healthy roots. I have no choice. I have to listen to my body. December has been one of the worst months for my migraines. I’ve popped more pills than I’d like to avert the headaches from completely taking hold, but have not always been successful. I have so many triggers that it’s not always easy to balance them all: Food, stress, hormones, the weather, muscle tension. I have no more excuses. I need to start eating better and on time, make sure I’m getting good sleep, and work on stress reduction and how I deal with it.

I’ve started small by going through the full Sun Salutation one time, then two. For me, it’s important that I show up and incorporate a routine that feels manageable.

And then I remembered that on Thanksgiving day while I was working in the kitchen, I heard a loud noise like something fell. I thought it was the step ladder that I had placed around the corner out of my way. Later that day, when I walked into the bedroom, I was greeted by a pile of disheveled books scattered on the floor. My makeshift book stack on the desk had lost its balance and finally tumbled down. I looked at the books on the floor, some crumpled up and thought, are you trying to tell me something? I didn’t put them back the way they were, but tried to set them right again. I got a box from the garage and there they still sit.

Then something else happened. Since the past week I’ve been doing a little bit of Yoga each morning, and possibly seeing a part of Deepak Chopra’s talk on his new book, The Future of God: A Practical Approach to Spirituality for our Times, brought me back to a meditation book with a CD called Opening to Meditation: A Gentle, Guided Approach by Diana Lang. It seems as though this book has been waiting for me. It had been bumped around from the pile vying for my attention. It called out to me. I set it on my side of the bed on Friday morning as a reminder. It wasn’t until this morning after Yoga that I got my CD player, my headphones, laid a towel down on the living room floor, turned the lights off, and got into Corpse pose (Savasana), and pressed play, ready to listen.

I’ve meditated off and on over the years and have also had many meditative moments–mindful moments–walking and being. But, I felt–feel ready to bring a more intentional meditation practice back into my life, where I set aside time to go into that beautiful state for longer than a moment will allow. I’ve always enjoyed guided meditations. The sound of the right voice soothes me, along with calming music.

This morning, when I was done meditating, I got my notebook out, then my sketch pad. I drew a simple drawing that tried to convey how I felt during meditation.

It’s nighttime now. Since drafting this out this morning with pencil and paper, the box and pile of books have been re-organized, and I can now use my desk again! I also sorted through more books in search of more to sell and donate the books they didn’t want.

Putting things back into some sense of order always makes me feel better, and now that I’m also trying to get my spiritual self back into order, that feels great too. I’m getting a head start on the New Year!

I’m glad I forgot to bring a book on that particular laundry day; otherwise, I may have missed the message that the Universe was sending me.

“Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it’s what they bring to the world that really counts.”

–L. M. Montgomery

It’s been almost a month since we strolled the streets of San Francisco, downtown, near Union Square. It’s always a visual treat this time of year. The outdoor ice skating rink is right behind us, as I take this picture of the Macy’s building.


These trumpet flowers stop me in my tracks every time. I never see them anywhere else. You can sit on a bench and look up and feel like you’re in a patch of someone’s secret garden.


I love these planters. Not only do they serve a purpose for the plants and for people to sit on, I find them artistically interesting to look at.


I didn’t get photos of the other two displays, which had sleeping kitties and playful pups in the windows for adoption. I think Grumpy Cat was scheduled to make an appearance too, but we missed him.


Happy Holidays!

Peace, health, and happiness to all.

Driving in the rain–
black pavement
is a canvas fit
for bright

Street lights and
car lights make
the roads glow with color.

I drive
through rain, following in a
steady stream, feeling
secure in the bright