Summer has arrived. At least in Arizona, though the weather has been about 20 degrees cooler than average. I'm loving that! It should be around 98 degrees by now. And in another week or so it will most likely be over 100 every day. Ugh. Remember, I'm a California girl, and northern Cal at that and still have not adjusted to AZ's heat.
My son, sister and friends are in San Francisco and Marin County and are not happy about the weather there, as they too, are experiencing cooler than normal weather. However, they want it to warm up, not stay cool as I want it to do here.
We have made a few travel plans for the summer and I'm looking forward to them.
We leave next Saturday for New Jersey and New York for a 7 day visit. I have a sister in New York about 40 minutes north of Manhattan and my hubby's family are in the town he grew up in in N.J. about 20 minutes from the George Washington Bridge.
Bill and I were high school sweethearts so I know his sisters and brother very well. They were almost like siblings to me back then and are once again. I'm so looking forward to seeing them, and of course, my biological sister, as well.
Bill's sisters, his two cousins and I are planning on seeing "Kiss Me Kate" on Broadway; a revival of the musical from the '40's. We always plan at least one day in Manhattan when we visit. Often we go to the World Trade Center/Ground Zero Memorial, or the Metropolitan Museum of Art or another museum. I just love New York City. There's no other city like it.
At the end of the month we will drive from AZ to CA. Since I spend about 5-10% of the year in CA these days, we only keep a small apartment there. That fills my needs when I visit - a one bedroom, one bath. It's a bit too small for Bill's liking so he keeps his visits down to 2-3 times a year at the most. Plus, we put our dog, Merlin, into overnight boarding and we don't like to leave him for too long. Bill will stay a few days in CA with me to see a few friends and I'll stay on for several more days to catch up with my son, sister and friends.
The only other trip we have this summer is a short trek to San Diego in August. I love any and all cities by the ocean and San Diego fills the bill. Of course, my beloved Marin County is surrounded on 3 sides by water, so I have that need filled every time I'm there. Still, I like to get out of Arizona's sweltering summer heat any chance I get.
I hope to plan one more trip (besides another summer visit to Marin) during the hot months, perhaps to the cooler areas of AZ; Sedona perhaps or Jerome, a former historic copper mining town.
Having travel plans gives me a little something special to look forward to though I must say, my life is rather wonderful and I feel very blessed even staying home!
I'd love to hear about any plans you may have for your summer.
xo
Thursday, May 30, 2019
Friday, May 24, 2019
Fitness As We Age
We often hear about the importance of staying fit and healthy in our later years. Yes, it's essential if we want to be vital and mobile and mentally sound.
Having a sharp mind is also as important as having a fit body.
What are you doing to be physically strong and mentally sound? For me, moving every day is paramount. I either hike, play pickle ball (my new passion), go to the gym, or walk in my neighborhood (either with or without my dog). I do this six days a week.
What I'm not doing so much of is weight training. Ugh. Just the thought bores and frightens me. And confuses me! I tend to forget the weight I used last on a certain machine, or the setting for the seat, or the placement of the parts of the apparatus attached to said machine. Jeez. So pretty much, I take cardio/weight classes that incorporate muscles into the routine so I do get to exercise those body parts, too. I know, hire a trainer, you say. I've done that but unless I use her/him often, I don't remember what I was shown the last time I was at the gym.
I must say, however, I do like the feeling the next day when my muscles are sore and I'm once again reminded how important it is to use them. I'll stick to my classes for my muscles and maybe try the machines again one day.
Then there's the mind. I love to read, thank goodness, and I usually have about four books going at once; a fiction, a spiritual book, an art tome and a book or website that supports and motivates my health intentions.
From what I've learned through my research, one of the best ways to stave off signs of ageing is to incorporate hand-eye coordination in a sport and pickle ball fills the bill for me. Also, learning a new language or musical instrument is a great way to use the ole noggin.
For me, writing this blog is fun and challenging. Writing is not something that comes naturally to me and I believe that, too, will carve out new neural pathways that will help delay the signs of ageing.
I'd be remiss if I did not mention the spiritual aspect that also aids in keeping us young. Meditation and yoga have been proven to reduce stress and increase the serotonin levels in the brain and decrease cortisol, the stress hormone.
And of course, there is sleep, beautiful, deep, luxurious sleep. It is said that we need less as we age. I have not found this to be true, as of yet. I am still loving 7-8 hours nightly and since I have not been indulging in alcohol, my sleep is deeper, sounder and more restful than ever.
And finally and one of the most important areas is having a community where we feel heard and understood. Friends are invaluable at all ages but research has proven it is even more crucial later in life. So call your girlfriends and make a date for lunch, a movie or a walk. It'll do you all a world of good.
So the take away that I have experienced to feeling young is - exercise the body and brain, slow down with meditation or yoga, indulge nightly in plenty of sleep and see your friends!
xo
Having a sharp mind is also as important as having a fit body.
What are you doing to be physically strong and mentally sound? For me, moving every day is paramount. I either hike, play pickle ball (my new passion), go to the gym, or walk in my neighborhood (either with or without my dog). I do this six days a week.
What I'm not doing so much of is weight training. Ugh. Just the thought bores and frightens me. And confuses me! I tend to forget the weight I used last on a certain machine, or the setting for the seat, or the placement of the parts of the apparatus attached to said machine. Jeez. So pretty much, I take cardio/weight classes that incorporate muscles into the routine so I do get to exercise those body parts, too. I know, hire a trainer, you say. I've done that but unless I use her/him often, I don't remember what I was shown the last time I was at the gym.
I must say, however, I do like the feeling the next day when my muscles are sore and I'm once again reminded how important it is to use them. I'll stick to my classes for my muscles and maybe try the machines again one day.
Then there's the mind. I love to read, thank goodness, and I usually have about four books going at once; a fiction, a spiritual book, an art tome and a book or website that supports and motivates my health intentions.
From what I've learned through my research, one of the best ways to stave off signs of ageing is to incorporate hand-eye coordination in a sport and pickle ball fills the bill for me. Also, learning a new language or musical instrument is a great way to use the ole noggin.
For me, writing this blog is fun and challenging. Writing is not something that comes naturally to me and I believe that, too, will carve out new neural pathways that will help delay the signs of ageing.
I'd be remiss if I did not mention the spiritual aspect that also aids in keeping us young. Meditation and yoga have been proven to reduce stress and increase the serotonin levels in the brain and decrease cortisol, the stress hormone.
And of course, there is sleep, beautiful, deep, luxurious sleep. It is said that we need less as we age. I have not found this to be true, as of yet. I am still loving 7-8 hours nightly and since I have not been indulging in alcohol, my sleep is deeper, sounder and more restful than ever.
And finally and one of the most important areas is having a community where we feel heard and understood. Friends are invaluable at all ages but research has proven it is even more crucial later in life. So call your girlfriends and make a date for lunch, a movie or a walk. It'll do you all a world of good.
So the take away that I have experienced to feeling young is - exercise the body and brain, slow down with meditation or yoga, indulge nightly in plenty of sleep and see your friends!
xo
Friday, May 17, 2019
Cultural Activities
Since moving to Arizona six years ago my cultural activities stopped dead in their tracks. At first it didn't bother me as I was new to the area and there was so much to explore, new people to get to know and even learning where the best grocery stores and pharmacies are, kept me busy. Also, the Scottsdale/Phoenix area seemed a bit devoid (or so I thought) of musicals, plays and other forms of culture that I would partake of in the San Francisco Bay Area.
I was so wrong. It took a little time and patience and investigation (my husband isn't up on the art world so wasn't able to help me) to find out what was available. And, since I hadn't made women friends at that point, I was pretty much on my own.
After a year or so of living here, I joined the Phoenix Art Museum first as a member and shortly thereafter became a volunteer. I usually give my time once a week for a couple of hours assisting patrons by answering their questions or directing them to galleries, the restaurant, etc. - all the while enjoying and taking in the wonderful art and new exhibits.
I have also visited the Desert Botanical Gardens in Phoenix a few times and it is a great place to not only see beautiful flowers and plants but often they will have a special exhibit such as the Chihuly Glass sculptures and the Jun Kaneko enormous sculptures shown there last year.
In addition, Scottsdale has a contemporary art museum; SMOCA. Yes, it is small, but from time to time the exhibits are quite interesting and it's located in a lovely park like setting near downtown.
Within a mile or two of my home is Taliesin West, Frank Lloyd Wright's winter home and architecture school. It's an amazing building and grounds that I have visited several times and will re-visit again and again.
So you can see how wrong I was about the Phoenix/Scottsdale area being devoid of culture! In addition to the above mentioned places, the Phoenix Theater is right next door to the museum where I volunteer and just today I picked up a brochure for upcoming shows. I realize now that in order to find culture, sometimes I must look beyond my nose!
Whenever I visit family in N.Y. and N.J. I make a policy of seeing a play or at the very least visiting one of their fabulous museums; such as my favorite, the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Other times, I make a visit to the Ground Zero Memorial - always a touching and profound experience.
This year I'm planning on visiting New York in early June and my sisters-in-law, cousins and I are going to see a remake of the musical Kiss Me Kate. I'm excited to see this musical and visit this fabulous, bustling city.
For Mother's Day this year, my sweet son took me to the San Francisco Symphony. It was outstanding and has whet my appetite for additional cultural experiences.
Life is good and many inspirational and artistic adventures are in my future!
xo
I was so wrong. It took a little time and patience and investigation (my husband isn't up on the art world so wasn't able to help me) to find out what was available. And, since I hadn't made women friends at that point, I was pretty much on my own.
After a year or so of living here, I joined the Phoenix Art Museum first as a member and shortly thereafter became a volunteer. I usually give my time once a week for a couple of hours assisting patrons by answering their questions or directing them to galleries, the restaurant, etc. - all the while enjoying and taking in the wonderful art and new exhibits.
I have also visited the Desert Botanical Gardens in Phoenix a few times and it is a great place to not only see beautiful flowers and plants but often they will have a special exhibit such as the Chihuly Glass sculptures and the Jun Kaneko enormous sculptures shown there last year.
In addition, Scottsdale has a contemporary art museum; SMOCA. Yes, it is small, but from time to time the exhibits are quite interesting and it's located in a lovely park like setting near downtown.
Within a mile or two of my home is Taliesin West, Frank Lloyd Wright's winter home and architecture school. It's an amazing building and grounds that I have visited several times and will re-visit again and again.
So you can see how wrong I was about the Phoenix/Scottsdale area being devoid of culture! In addition to the above mentioned places, the Phoenix Theater is right next door to the museum where I volunteer and just today I picked up a brochure for upcoming shows. I realize now that in order to find culture, sometimes I must look beyond my nose!
Whenever I visit family in N.Y. and N.J. I make a policy of seeing a play or at the very least visiting one of their fabulous museums; such as my favorite, the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Other times, I make a visit to the Ground Zero Memorial - always a touching and profound experience.
This year I'm planning on visiting New York in early June and my sisters-in-law, cousins and I are going to see a remake of the musical Kiss Me Kate. I'm excited to see this musical and visit this fabulous, bustling city.
For Mother's Day this year, my sweet son took me to the San Francisco Symphony. It was outstanding and has whet my appetite for additional cultural experiences.
Life is good and many inspirational and artistic adventures are in my future!
xo
Saturday, May 11, 2019
My New Piece of Art
As I've said before, I love art; viewing it, reading about it, creating it and collecting it.
Through my dear friend, Meredith, I have become familiar with an art gallery in San Anselmo, called the Artist Within. Meredith works for Cedars that is the parent non-profit for the Artist Within. The Artist Within showcases and sells art created by Cedars' clients, developmentally challenged adults. Over the years I have purchased several pieces of art created by these talented individuals and the pieces not only decorate my walls, they hold a special place in my heart as well.
Every time I return home to Marin I like to visit the gallery to see what new offerings they have. Right now an entire wall is dedicated to one artist who created pen and ink drawings. All the artists, at least to my observation, are able to create without the critical sensor that so many artisans have as their background noise. They are free to conceive their artwork without constraints, thus the finished product has a sense of joy and freedom to it.
My new piece is called The Kiss and consists of a woman reclining on a sofa and she is holding an object in her hand and I believe it represents The Kiss. It is partially abstract so much is left to the imagination of the viewer. The artist has drawn flowers and various patterns surrounding the woman that adds interest and keeps the eye moving.
It is very simply - an intriguing and charming piece of art. And it puts a smile on my face.
xo
Through my dear friend, Meredith, I have become familiar with an art gallery in San Anselmo, called the Artist Within. Meredith works for Cedars that is the parent non-profit for the Artist Within. The Artist Within showcases and sells art created by Cedars' clients, developmentally challenged adults. Over the years I have purchased several pieces of art created by these talented individuals and the pieces not only decorate my walls, they hold a special place in my heart as well.
Every time I return home to Marin I like to visit the gallery to see what new offerings they have. Right now an entire wall is dedicated to one artist who created pen and ink drawings. All the artists, at least to my observation, are able to create without the critical sensor that so many artisans have as their background noise. They are free to conceive their artwork without constraints, thus the finished product has a sense of joy and freedom to it.
My new piece is called The Kiss and consists of a woman reclining on a sofa and she is holding an object in her hand and I believe it represents The Kiss. It is partially abstract so much is left to the imagination of the viewer. The artist has drawn flowers and various patterns surrounding the woman that adds interest and keeps the eye moving.
It is very simply - an intriguing and charming piece of art. And it puts a smile on my face.
xo
Saturday, May 4, 2019
A Blessed Life
I arrived in my beloved Marin County last night. The ride from the airport was longer than usual, but then again it was Friday evening - 6 p.m., right in the middle of the commute.
I began reading a new novel as we made our way up the freeway and into San Francisco. Crawled down 19th Avenue and from time to time I would raise my head to check to see where we were. I looked at the familiar buildings, some of them exactly as they've been for many, many years. Some have become more dilapidated while others have undergone improvements. Still the avenue was basically the same, not especially interesting yet a welcome site to me.
Eventually we crossed the majestic Golden Gate Bridge into Marin. I always feel the need to turn my head to check out the view of San Francisco from this vantage point and it never disappoints. At this moment the city was bathed in the last of the day's sunlight. Just gorgeous. The bay was still sparkling with a few scattered sailboats and several windsurfers (even though the temperature is quite cool in early May).
My thoughts were; how blessed I am! I have a lovely home in AZ, a dear husband, a beloved son, sisters and brother, friends that could not be replaced and to top it off, a home here as well! How did I ever get so lucky?
Yes, I've suffered heartache. I lost a son and wasn't sure I could withstand that pain, but I did and am able to still find joy every day. Being here in the place I've lived for over 40 years fills me with happiness and gratitude.
Now I am waiting for my dear younger son. We're going for a hike today in the warm sunshine and the beautiful hills of Sausalito.
Yes, I am truly blessed.
xo
I began reading a new novel as we made our way up the freeway and into San Francisco. Crawled down 19th Avenue and from time to time I would raise my head to check to see where we were. I looked at the familiar buildings, some of them exactly as they've been for many, many years. Some have become more dilapidated while others have undergone improvements. Still the avenue was basically the same, not especially interesting yet a welcome site to me.
Eventually we crossed the majestic Golden Gate Bridge into Marin. I always feel the need to turn my head to check out the view of San Francisco from this vantage point and it never disappoints. At this moment the city was bathed in the last of the day's sunlight. Just gorgeous. The bay was still sparkling with a few scattered sailboats and several windsurfers (even though the temperature is quite cool in early May).
My thoughts were; how blessed I am! I have a lovely home in AZ, a dear husband, a beloved son, sisters and brother, friends that could not be replaced and to top it off, a home here as well! How did I ever get so lucky?
Yes, I've suffered heartache. I lost a son and wasn't sure I could withstand that pain, but I did and am able to still find joy every day. Being here in the place I've lived for over 40 years fills me with happiness and gratitude.
Now I am waiting for my dear younger son. We're going for a hike today in the warm sunshine and the beautiful hills of Sausalito.
Yes, I am truly blessed.
xo
Saturday, April 27, 2019
My Friend Mia
Mia and I have been friends for over 25 years. She is the friend everyone should have. She is kind, smart, giving, authentic, honest, generous, sensitive, strong, sometimes challenging but all heart.
Not only does Mia's heart show up for our friendship but she is a life long volunteer and gives her all there, as well.
Mia was a school teacher and counselor during her working years. In her volunteer life she gave her time and heart to help out in suicide prevention, working with the Soroptimists International, leading classes for the families of the mentally ill and most recently working with Hospice patients and a local group visiting the elderly. This is what I mean by "all heart".
When Mia cares about someone, she's all in. She is there for me even when I don't realize I need her help or advice. Yet she speaks and it's as if she has turned a light on a subject that she intuitively knew needed illumination. I find myself telling her about a problem that I had no intention of sharing. She has that way about her where I know she will have something enlightening to say and does.
When my son, Anthony died she was there for me every inch of the way, knowing exactly the right thing to say or at times, simply being there without saying anything. She checked on me daily for many months following his death to see if I needed a shoulder or an ear.
One of the other qualities I like about her is her honesty. Okay, maybe I don't always like her honesty! She has absolutely no qualms telling me if she thinks I'm out of line or have done something that irritated her (that rarely happens, of course!). At times I get annoyed by this attribute but in the end, I admire her for telling me her feelings outright so I always know where we stand.
Her friendship is irreplaceable. She is an exceptional, cherished friend and I love her with all my heart!
xo
Not only does Mia's heart show up for our friendship but she is a life long volunteer and gives her all there, as well.
Mia was a school teacher and counselor during her working years. In her volunteer life she gave her time and heart to help out in suicide prevention, working with the Soroptimists International, leading classes for the families of the mentally ill and most recently working with Hospice patients and a local group visiting the elderly. This is what I mean by "all heart".
When Mia cares about someone, she's all in. She is there for me even when I don't realize I need her help or advice. Yet she speaks and it's as if she has turned a light on a subject that she intuitively knew needed illumination. I find myself telling her about a problem that I had no intention of sharing. She has that way about her where I know she will have something enlightening to say and does.
When my son, Anthony died she was there for me every inch of the way, knowing exactly the right thing to say or at times, simply being there without saying anything. She checked on me daily for many months following his death to see if I needed a shoulder or an ear.
One of the other qualities I like about her is her honesty. Okay, maybe I don't always like her honesty! She has absolutely no qualms telling me if she thinks I'm out of line or have done something that irritated her (that rarely happens, of course!). At times I get annoyed by this attribute but in the end, I admire her for telling me her feelings outright so I always know where we stand.
Her friendship is irreplaceable. She is an exceptional, cherished friend and I love her with all my heart!
xo
Saturday, April 20, 2019
Art Inspiration
I've always loved art; viewing it or creating it. Anything from interior decorating to floral design, from paintings to sculpture (though I have not tried this last one yet). I love visiting art galleries and museums. My favorite museums in the two places I reside are the deYoung and the Legion of Honor in San Francisco and and in Phoenix; the Phoenix Art Museum (where I'm a volunteer).
Visiting a museum or gallery is a wonderful way to pass an afternoon. I'm amazed at how an artist can create a painting that looks so life-like or one where the colors in an abstract can mesmerize. It's fascinating to me. And because of this - I want to produce art as extraordinary as these. Something to aspire to but, seriously? Probably not going to happen in my lifetime. In any event, I can keep learning and doing whatever it takes to improve.
Another thing I have explored are art books. Oh my, have I ever! Here are just a few I've read and highly recommend: Steal Like an Artist by Austin Kleon, Think Like an Artist by Will Gompertz, Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert , The War of Art and Do the Work both by Steven Pressfield, Art and Soul Reloaded, Pam Grout, Your Inner Critic is a Big Jerk, by Danielle Krysa, 12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women, Gail McMeekin and my all time favorite; The Artist's Way by the prolific talent, Julia Cameron. And those are just the books I have in Arizona. I have another assortment of books in my California home.
Yes, I am inspired, encouraged and consoled by these books but the problem arises when I spend more time reading than doing. Reading these wonderful books can also be a form of procrastination or postponement (out of fear, perhaps) of what I really want to be doing. And that's making art.
One of the solutions to this delaying tactic is to set a certain time of day for creative work. Right now my project is either writing a post for this blog or working on a collage (my latest art interests). Generally, afternoons are best for me, however, I'm going to experiment with mid-morning for my blog. Often I get a sense of what I want to write about in the morning and by the afternoon the great idea has disappeared!
The point is, if we want our talent to flourish, we must simply dive in and do the work. Books can be a great help and wellspring.......read and create!
xo
Visiting a museum or gallery is a wonderful way to pass an afternoon. I'm amazed at how an artist can create a painting that looks so life-like or one where the colors in an abstract can mesmerize. It's fascinating to me. And because of this - I want to produce art as extraordinary as these. Something to aspire to but, seriously? Probably not going to happen in my lifetime. In any event, I can keep learning and doing whatever it takes to improve.
Another thing I have explored are art books. Oh my, have I ever! Here are just a few I've read and highly recommend: Steal Like an Artist by Austin Kleon, Think Like an Artist by Will Gompertz, Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert , The War of Art and Do the Work both by Steven Pressfield, Art and Soul Reloaded, Pam Grout, Your Inner Critic is a Big Jerk, by Danielle Krysa, 12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women, Gail McMeekin and my all time favorite; The Artist's Way by the prolific talent, Julia Cameron. And those are just the books I have in Arizona. I have another assortment of books in my California home.
Yes, I am inspired, encouraged and consoled by these books but the problem arises when I spend more time reading than doing. Reading these wonderful books can also be a form of procrastination or postponement (out of fear, perhaps) of what I really want to be doing. And that's making art.
One of the solutions to this delaying tactic is to set a certain time of day for creative work. Right now my project is either writing a post for this blog or working on a collage (my latest art interests). Generally, afternoons are best for me, however, I'm going to experiment with mid-morning for my blog. Often I get a sense of what I want to write about in the morning and by the afternoon the great idea has disappeared!
The point is, if we want our talent to flourish, we must simply dive in and do the work. Books can be a great help and wellspring.......read and create!
xo
Friday, April 12, 2019
An Impossible Subject
One of the reasons I began this blog was to write about this very difficult subject. It's taken me 14 posts to get here. I've been avoiding it at all costs.
I suppose the primary reason is because it's painful for me. Also, it can be difficult for the reader. Often we go to books, blogs, and websites for happy or good feelings, or perhaps informative subjects...not to hear about someone else's pain.
On Halloween morning, 2015, my sister found my oldest son, Anthony, dead in my apartment. He was 36 years old. Anthony had been suffering from ulcerative colitis for ten years.
For approximately six of those years, he was able to function quite well, and had manageable flare-ups from time to time.
When his disease progressed he returned to California and stayed in my apartment. At this point I was spending most of my time in Arizona, but returned to CA often to help him and do whatever I could to make his life easier.
Anthony underwent two surgeries; one to remove his large intestine and replace it with an ileostomy bag. He had this for one year. The follow-up surgery was to make a pouch out of his small intestine to act as the large intestine. It was successful and all should have been well. However, my dear son did not follow correct protocol regarding diet and other activities and passed away from cardiac arrest.
Anthony was born and raised in California, and fishing and sailing were his life. He began his sailing adventures at age 12 through the local chapter of Sea Scouts, a branch of the Boy Scouts. He was a natural. The Sea Scout leader even gave Anthony a key (knowing his dad was working next door) to the boat so he could work on it during off-hours.
At age 22, Anthony moved to Kennebunkport, Maine and began his life as a fisherman, lobsterman, and sailor.
Anthony loved being on the ocean and loved every second he was on the sea. He made quite a few friends in Maine and was highly respected in his field and sought after by other fishermen.
During the fishing off-season, Anthony was a first mate on a large yacht owned by a wealthy businessman from New York City. He was lucky enough to sail across the Atlantic to Italy and several other European countries, as well as various Caribbean islands. This is exactly what he wanted to do at this time in his young life. He was living his dream.
My belief is that Anthony is now on to his new adventure in his new "life".
I suppose the primary reason is because it's painful for me. Also, it can be difficult for the reader. Often we go to books, blogs, and websites for happy or good feelings, or perhaps informative subjects...not to hear about someone else's pain.
On Halloween morning, 2015, my sister found my oldest son, Anthony, dead in my apartment. He was 36 years old. Anthony had been suffering from ulcerative colitis for ten years.
For approximately six of those years, he was able to function quite well, and had manageable flare-ups from time to time.
When his disease progressed he returned to California and stayed in my apartment. At this point I was spending most of my time in Arizona, but returned to CA often to help him and do whatever I could to make his life easier.
Anthony underwent two surgeries; one to remove his large intestine and replace it with an ileostomy bag. He had this for one year. The follow-up surgery was to make a pouch out of his small intestine to act as the large intestine. It was successful and all should have been well. However, my dear son did not follow correct protocol regarding diet and other activities and passed away from cardiac arrest.
Anthony was born and raised in California, and fishing and sailing were his life. He began his sailing adventures at age 12 through the local chapter of Sea Scouts, a branch of the Boy Scouts. He was a natural. The Sea Scout leader even gave Anthony a key (knowing his dad was working next door) to the boat so he could work on it during off-hours.
At age 22, Anthony moved to Kennebunkport, Maine and began his life as a fisherman, lobsterman, and sailor.
Anthony loved being on the ocean and loved every second he was on the sea. He made quite a few friends in Maine and was highly respected in his field and sought after by other fishermen.
During the fishing off-season, Anthony was a first mate on a large yacht owned by a wealthy businessman from New York City. He was lucky enough to sail across the Atlantic to Italy and several other European countries, as well as various Caribbean islands. This is exactly what he wanted to do at this time in his young life. He was living his dream.
My belief is that Anthony is now on to his new adventure in his new "life".
Friday, April 5, 2019
Hobbies and Other Activities
Hobbies and various interests and pursuits can and will change over time. When I was a young adult my favorite pastime was spending time with my sister or best friend sunning ourselves to a crispy potato chip tan. As I became independent from my parents and acquired my first apartment, interior decorating became the hobby of the moment.
I went as far as having the beautiful hardwood oak floors sanded (at my expense), hand painted stripes on the hallway walls a chocolate brown on a white background.
I purchased a used sofa and had it slip covered in a brown, black and white flower print, repainted second hand director chairs stark white and bought at an overstuffed chair at a garage sale and had it recovered as well. I added a bright white shag rug that I placed under a chrome and glass coffee table. Hey, it was the '70's!
I had so much fun decorating my home and that love has endured over the years. I've enjoyed decorating and purchasing new items and replacing (many times over) all the furniture from a one bedroom apartment to several homes with many rooms, over the years.
Besides decorating, I've taken up painting (no, not walls, but pictures). I began with watercolors. No one told me that this medium is the most difficult. I was working full time and took a non-credit class at the local college. Eventually, I moved on to acrylics as I learned they are much more forgiving. If I didn't like it, I simply painted over that sucker and started anew! So much better than being frustrated with watercolors and wasting money on paper I tossed away. Perhaps one day I'll try watercolors again (or not).
Besides artistic endeavors, I was a so-so tennis player, but loved the sport, until my knees gave out. Same with running. I started running at age 37 and ran well into my 50"s. After two knee replacements that activity was sidelined.
I learned to love hiking and walking my neighborhood and exploring other areas I was unfamiliar with and this was more gentle on my knees.
Back to painting in the early 2000's. I painted mostly from photos of landscapes I'd taken or inspiration of paintings I'd seen in galleries or museums. I never loved the process as that critical voice kept interfering but I persisted. And, oddly, I produced some rather nice work.
Due to life getting a bit complicated with marriage concerns, my painting dropped off and I eventually gave it up entirely.
It's been almost 10 years since I created art and things are turning around in that area. I recently finished two collages. I love them! And love the process. It's so much easier than creating a painting that I expect to look somewhat realistic (I'm not an abstract painter) even though I am applying paint. I had a theme in mind (my older son) and used stencils, copies of his handwriting from cards he sent me over the years, bits of newspaper print and other odd pieces of paper. The process is not always easy, depending on the subject matter, of course, but cathartic and healing. And since it is abstract, the critic is quieted more easily. I plan on continuing with collage and my next one will be about my younger son.
My other newest activity is pickleball. All I can say about this is that it is a hoot! I'm taking lessons, purchased a decent paddle and balls and soon hope to play beyond the lessons (if my girlfriends cooperate!)
Life is good especially when we keep learning and experiment with new ideas, places, people and activities.
xo
I went as far as having the beautiful hardwood oak floors sanded (at my expense), hand painted stripes on the hallway walls a chocolate brown on a white background.
I purchased a used sofa and had it slip covered in a brown, black and white flower print, repainted second hand director chairs stark white and bought at an overstuffed chair at a garage sale and had it recovered as well. I added a bright white shag rug that I placed under a chrome and glass coffee table. Hey, it was the '70's!
I had so much fun decorating my home and that love has endured over the years. I've enjoyed decorating and purchasing new items and replacing (many times over) all the furniture from a one bedroom apartment to several homes with many rooms, over the years.
Besides decorating, I've taken up painting (no, not walls, but pictures). I began with watercolors. No one told me that this medium is the most difficult. I was working full time and took a non-credit class at the local college. Eventually, I moved on to acrylics as I learned they are much more forgiving. If I didn't like it, I simply painted over that sucker and started anew! So much better than being frustrated with watercolors and wasting money on paper I tossed away. Perhaps one day I'll try watercolors again (or not).
Besides artistic endeavors, I was a so-so tennis player, but loved the sport, until my knees gave out. Same with running. I started running at age 37 and ran well into my 50"s. After two knee replacements that activity was sidelined.
I learned to love hiking and walking my neighborhood and exploring other areas I was unfamiliar with and this was more gentle on my knees.
Back to painting in the early 2000's. I painted mostly from photos of landscapes I'd taken or inspiration of paintings I'd seen in galleries or museums. I never loved the process as that critical voice kept interfering but I persisted. And, oddly, I produced some rather nice work.
Due to life getting a bit complicated with marriage concerns, my painting dropped off and I eventually gave it up entirely.
It's been almost 10 years since I created art and things are turning around in that area. I recently finished two collages. I love them! And love the process. It's so much easier than creating a painting that I expect to look somewhat realistic (I'm not an abstract painter) even though I am applying paint. I had a theme in mind (my older son) and used stencils, copies of his handwriting from cards he sent me over the years, bits of newspaper print and other odd pieces of paper. The process is not always easy, depending on the subject matter, of course, but cathartic and healing. And since it is abstract, the critic is quieted more easily. I plan on continuing with collage and my next one will be about my younger son.
My other newest activity is pickleball. All I can say about this is that it is a hoot! I'm taking lessons, purchased a decent paddle and balls and soon hope to play beyond the lessons (if my girlfriends cooperate!)
Life is good especially when we keep learning and experiment with new ideas, places, people and activities.
xo
Thursday, March 28, 2019
The Fruits of My Morning Routine
Several months ago I started a new morning routine based on The Miracle Morning book. It suggests beginning one's morning on the right footing results in a more productive day, and I am seeing the wisdom in this. It now seems so obvious. Clearly rising an hour earlier anyone would accomplish more, but the actual results of this hour are far more than simply an hour's worth of work.
It is the way the day begins that makes the difference. Embarking on a day with a clear intention and focused mind sets me up for a successful day.
By starting with a 10-20 minute meditation, reading a spiritual or other uplifting book for 10 minutes, visualizing my long term goals, verbalizing my affirmations and journaling; inspire, motivate and energize me so that I am looking forward to my first activity of the day.
Now it's time for exercise and off I go to either the gym for a class or a hike up the mountain with my dear friend Shannon and sometimes my sweet Golden Retriever accompanies us.
After that daily chores are on the roster and even these are more bearable having had a great morning start.
The afternoon is usually time for some creative endeavor. I've recently taken up a new form of art for me; collage. I've completed two, both of them about my oldest son. Previously, I painted landscapes and still lifes but haven't picked up a paint brush in close to 10 years. Obviously, as you can see, I've begun a blog. I'd been procrastinating on this for several years and being alcohol free plus my morning routine has given me space in my brain for these new hobbies. In addition, I've taken pickle ball lessons and plan on continuing that. Who knew that at my age I'd find so many new ways to grow and learn and appreciate life!
I'm sure my husband hopes that my love for cooking will return - thus far it hasn't! Poor guy. I've told him how in my younger years and when my boys were little I loved to cook gourmet meals. I'm sorry but my new hubby most likely will not experience that in this marriage. Hey, my hobbies take up a lot of time!
I'm enjoying life and the fruits of my morning routine and sobriety make it all possible.
xo
It is the way the day begins that makes the difference. Embarking on a day with a clear intention and focused mind sets me up for a successful day.
By starting with a 10-20 minute meditation, reading a spiritual or other uplifting book for 10 minutes, visualizing my long term goals, verbalizing my affirmations and journaling; inspire, motivate and energize me so that I am looking forward to my first activity of the day.
Now it's time for exercise and off I go to either the gym for a class or a hike up the mountain with my dear friend Shannon and sometimes my sweet Golden Retriever accompanies us.
After that daily chores are on the roster and even these are more bearable having had a great morning start.
The afternoon is usually time for some creative endeavor. I've recently taken up a new form of art for me; collage. I've completed two, both of them about my oldest son. Previously, I painted landscapes and still lifes but haven't picked up a paint brush in close to 10 years. Obviously, as you can see, I've begun a blog. I'd been procrastinating on this for several years and being alcohol free plus my morning routine has given me space in my brain for these new hobbies. In addition, I've taken pickle ball lessons and plan on continuing that. Who knew that at my age I'd find so many new ways to grow and learn and appreciate life!
I'm sure my husband hopes that my love for cooking will return - thus far it hasn't! Poor guy. I've told him how in my younger years and when my boys were little I loved to cook gourmet meals. I'm sorry but my new hubby most likely will not experience that in this marriage. Hey, my hobbies take up a lot of time!
I'm enjoying life and the fruits of my morning routine and sobriety make it all possible.
xo
Thursday, March 21, 2019
My Morning Routine
This may sound like an odd thing to write about, but honestly, changing my morning routine has made a huge difference in my life. I now am able to accomplish so much more than I had before adopting this practice. Yes, I am getting up a bit earlier and it is well worth it. I've had various morning routines before but abandoned them for one reason or another. This one infuses my day with purpose, discipline and direction.
I came upon the book The Miracle Morning for Addition Recovery written by Hal Elrod, Anna David and Joe Polish. There are several versions of The Miracle Morning but since I was questioning my drinking, this one resonated with me. (I have since given up alcohol completely).
The Miracle Morning (the actual morning not the book) revolves around the acronym S.A.V.E.R.S. The S is for Silence, either simply sitting in silence for 10-20 minutes or meditation, prayer, gratitude, deep breathing, etc. I often use a guided meditation for the first 10 minutes and then silent meditation for 10 minutes.
The A is for Affirmations. As you probably know, affirmations have been around for a long time and have been proven to work provided you are not simply affirming the end result. You must state how you will achieve your goal and see yourself in action taking the steps necessary to produce the desired result. You can create your own to coincide with your goals and intentions or use the ones provided by Miracle Morning. I do both.
V is for Visualization. Simply sitting quietly visualizing what you intend to create either in your day or more long-term. I tend to visualize as I affirm aloud what it is that I want to produce.
E is for Exercise. The suggestion is to get at least 10 minutes of jumping jacks or other cardio in right away. Personally, I put exercise as the last thing in my Miracle Morning after completing the other parts of SAVERS, as I exercise for 30-60 minutes daily and the MM routine is suggested for the first hour of your day.
Then comes R for Reading. A spiritual or uplifting book is what I gravitate to or you could choose one that motivates you to reach your goals.
And finally S is for Scribing or journaling. I have been keeping a journal for well over 25 years and as a child kept a diary. My thoughts, feelings, gratitude all make into my journal. Often, as I write, insights I'd hadn't anticipated pop into my mind, along with clarity and appreciation for all I have.
So, what time do I awake to begin my morning? When I first began I started at 6:00. It's not always easy, especially during the winter when it is quite dark and cold. I do use an alarm though my body clock is beginning to adjust and often I wake before it goes off. Just this week I have changed my time to 5:45. Yes, it's still dark at that hour even now with spring approaching. I light a candle and begin with my meditation and my day is now underway.
I'd love to hear from you regarding your morning routine and how it helps jump start your day.
xo
I came upon the book The Miracle Morning for Addition Recovery written by Hal Elrod, Anna David and Joe Polish. There are several versions of The Miracle Morning but since I was questioning my drinking, this one resonated with me. (I have since given up alcohol completely).
The Miracle Morning (the actual morning not the book) revolves around the acronym S.A.V.E.R.S. The S is for Silence, either simply sitting in silence for 10-20 minutes or meditation, prayer, gratitude, deep breathing, etc. I often use a guided meditation for the first 10 minutes and then silent meditation for 10 minutes.
The A is for Affirmations. As you probably know, affirmations have been around for a long time and have been proven to work provided you are not simply affirming the end result. You must state how you will achieve your goal and see yourself in action taking the steps necessary to produce the desired result. You can create your own to coincide with your goals and intentions or use the ones provided by Miracle Morning. I do both.
V is for Visualization. Simply sitting quietly visualizing what you intend to create either in your day or more long-term. I tend to visualize as I affirm aloud what it is that I want to produce.
E is for Exercise. The suggestion is to get at least 10 minutes of jumping jacks or other cardio in right away. Personally, I put exercise as the last thing in my Miracle Morning after completing the other parts of SAVERS, as I exercise for 30-60 minutes daily and the MM routine is suggested for the first hour of your day.
Then comes R for Reading. A spiritual or uplifting book is what I gravitate to or you could choose one that motivates you to reach your goals.
And finally S is for Scribing or journaling. I have been keeping a journal for well over 25 years and as a child kept a diary. My thoughts, feelings, gratitude all make into my journal. Often, as I write, insights I'd hadn't anticipated pop into my mind, along with clarity and appreciation for all I have.
So, what time do I awake to begin my morning? When I first began I started at 6:00. It's not always easy, especially during the winter when it is quite dark and cold. I do use an alarm though my body clock is beginning to adjust and often I wake before it goes off. Just this week I have changed my time to 5:45. Yes, it's still dark at that hour even now with spring approaching. I light a candle and begin with my meditation and my day is now underway.
I'd love to hear from you regarding your morning routine and how it helps jump start your day.
xo
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