Somewhere close are the beavers who are chewing on this, and several other trees. Once they were all but completely wiped out of North America.  And here they are back. Nature will always go on with or without us Humans. We’re not very good stewards of our only planet. This tree gives me hope that no matter what we do, survival is part of our living planet too.



It’ll be two years on the 9th, Saturday, since I became a Motherless Daughter. It’s been an journey – good, bad, and ugly.  It’s been eye opening, which is saying a lot coming from one who prides myself on “keeping it real”. I’ve gone inside myself and am now just starting to emerge into the next phase of life. I’ve left many people behind and closed them out. Now I finally feel ready to move forward and open myself to others again. There’s seems to be more room as the Spring has warmed  the air and the sun is finally taking over.  And I’ve learned yet another lesson from the Universe on empathy and kindness towards others. I’ve had much grace shown to me.

A dear friend posted this meme on my Facebook page the other day and it got me thinking…

Take a lesson from your dog, no matter what life brings you,

kick some grass over that shit and move on.

We all have to move on – through whatever it is we experience on our journey. I look at my four aging animals. One cat is 88 years old in people years and she sometimes pees on things. One of the dogs is 78 in people years and he is having some issues too. Sure I get annoyed. Then I clean it up, spray it, put the fan on to dry.  I tell them both that it’s ok, hoping that when I’m that old and have “issues” I’ll be accepted too.

This must be the next phase of life. Accepting where you’re headed, accepting who you are and creating an place to be happy with those you choose to make the journey with.


Napping with the Dogs


It occurred to me recently that I am indeed getting older. Well, these things happen to all of us, right? But it’s how it happened that I think is funny enough to share.

Was it….

The lines on my face that I know are there but choose to ignore? No, those don’t bother me for the most part. They’re a map to my soul and I’ve earned each one of them. Although, I suppose there are a few I could do without.

The creeping up of those few extra pounds that no matter how hard I try DO NOT go away? Nope, that just continues the same body image issues I’ve had all my life. Why change that now? I’m an expert at “Body Issues”.

The strands of grey that I diligently color?  Funny about those – I recall a time thinking that I wouldn’t color my hair and just let it go grey. After all, au natural tends to be my way. That idea didn’t fly with me once they started to come in so on goes the color. The few grey eyebrow hairs? OK, I’ll admit, that bothers me a bit. Tweezers please.

My children grown? No, I spent many years raising children. Some of those years contributing to the above grey hairs and worry lines. Those days are done for me and I’m looking forward to what’s next.

The animals collected while the kids were growing up? Yes, all four of them are going grey along with the two people left in the house. It’s not really this, we just all nap together on Saturday and Sunday afternoons.

Overall, I don’t mind my age. I’m smarter and wiser now. I know my boundaries and I know my limitations. I’m not afraid to speak up for something I want. Or to speak up when I don’t want a person or experience in my space.

What really got me the other day and made me KNOW I am creeping up in age was while walking the dogs with my winter coat, hat, and gloves on, protecting me from the cold north wind blowing off of Lake Erie, I passed a teen with shorts and a t-shirt on. I said hello to him as we passed and asked him, wasn’t he cold? His reply was, “No, not at all” It was in the 40’s and my hands were numb. I knew at that moment I had arrived at old-ladyville.