Then And Now

You may remember this photo. I captured it last Thanksgiving. When I posted it, I said it was now one of my new favorite images. I still love looking at it.

It's been awhile since I've posted anything about Livy. I suppose the days race by and I live so far removed from her day to day adventures. And, as she becomes more and more mobile, Laura has her hands full keeping on top of her and working and trying to do all the multi-tasks that crash into each day.

But, late last night, Laura had a free moment and sent me one of her new favorite images of Livy, and when I saw it...I knew I had to share it with you. So, here she is:

In less than a year...oh my goodness, look at the difference! Look how she's changed from infant to toddler. It takes my breath away.

It leaves me with the feeling, whispered deep inside, "Holly, don't sleep; don't blink; don't waste a moment. Life races by and treasures mature and the world changes. Don't waste even a scant 60 seconds. Like Livy, each moment is too precious to miss."

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Great Aunt Hol

With Corrected Vision

Sometimes, it takes a new way of looking at things in order to adjust your way of thinking. That's what I received this morning in one of my daily readings. I liked it so much, that I thought I should share it with you:

What if, loneliness was simply a feeling of impatience, telepathically sent to you by friends you've yet to meet, urging you to go out more, do more, and get involved, so that life's serendipities could bring you together... Would you still feel alone?

What if illness was just the signal a healthy body sent to urge clarification of your thoughts, feelings, and dreams... Would you still, at times, think of yours as diseased?

What if feelings of uncertainty and confusion were only reminders that you have options, that there's no hurry, and that everything is as it should be... Would you still feel disadvantaged?

What if mistakes and failures only ever happened when your life was about to get better than it's ever been before... Would you still call them mistakes and failures?

And what if poverty and lack were simply demonstrations of your manifesting prowess, as "difficult" to acquire as wealth and abundance... Would they still cause you to feel powerless?

Well, whatever you feel, I still consider you my only begotten, my champion, and my equal.

Lessons from The Universe... hope it speaks to you as much as it did to me today.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka She Who Hopes To Have Spiritual 20/20 Vision

I May Have To Rethink That...

As I was dashing around like a mad woman this morning, I decided to 'straighten' up the bathroom before jetting out the door.

I grabbed the box of Breathe Right strips that had been loitering for days on the counter and flipped them onto a shelf just next to the toilet.

I think I may want to rethink that decision.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Martha Stewartnot

Silent Sermon Sunday

"Knock and it shall be opened to you."

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly
Image from my trip to the San Antonio Missions

Let's Try This...

I do have my very own attitude. That's not necessarily a bad thing. You just can't let it run willy nilly with scissors. It needs close supervision. Or, maybe better said, Super Vision.

In fact, I am told repeatedly that effort AND attitude is the entire trick to winning the game. So, even though I'd like stay and chat longer, I can't. I'm off to work on adjusting mine.

As it relates to yesterday's blog, forgive me for letting my attitude show. I'm working on making today a better day. Yep...it's looking brighter already.

Still achy and creaky, but brighter.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly

Feeling My Age

This is not a good day for me. Everything aches. Even my hair. So not a good day.

I wish I still had some of my mentors around; maybe they'd tell me the truth. But, then again, maybe not as I need answers to a topic that no one likes to talk about. The whole aging thing is a major downer on so many levels. Here's what I think...

What I think is that there isn't anything fabulous about the 50s. In fact, I'm fairly positive that if your mind and body can survive the challenge? You should probably live then, to be 100. It's the reward for endurance.

I just need to get over this hump. Five more years till 60.

Wish me luck.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka She Who Is Not Having A Good Day

Silent Sermon Sunday

Even more important than 9-11, is the date 9-12.
For that is the date we reconfirmed our spirit.
Reconfirmed our heart.
Reconfirmed our resolve.
Stood up against fear.
And, started to define love in a forever changed world.
Said, "Amen," to a catastrophic challenge
With faith and daring asked, "What's next? Bring it!"
Live 9-12 bravely with me today.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka She Who Hopes To Be Fearless

A Nod To Home

See that? Isn't it a beauty?! I'm so excited to see it, right here in Western PA...you just don't see them that often! The memories that brings back...

What? You don't know what that is? Yes, the Renaissance Festival is back in the area, but no, that's not a medieval standard, that's the Maryland State flag.

And, on his journeys this week to the Eastern Shore of said state, My Beloved thought it would make me happy to have my home state flag flying on my home.

Oh, I think this is one of the most beautiful of all the State flags, and I know that Michael is the most wonderful of husbands ever.

What a nice surprise. But as nice as it is, and it's a doozey, it's nicer to have him home again.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka A Marylander

No One EVER Told Me This!

I was told a few things about the changes my body would face as I aged. Things like less hair on my legs but more on my face. I'm Italian after all.

And, I was told about the aches and pains my joints would take on as habit...you know all the regular stuff. About how my brain might age: I no longer find searching for car keys that are 'hiding' right in front of me amusing.

But, in an effort of full disclosure, no one EVER told me this one...



...about how my eyebrows would just start growing bristles one day!

Wild hairs that are tough as boar bristles and poke out and actually stick my finger when I'm trying to tweeze my eyebrows while wearing high-powered binoculars standing at the x 17 magnifying mirror! Do not mess with me or I'll gore you with my eyebrows!

If you're wondering why I would even post such an ugly thing, go back and re-read the title of my blog...I have an obligation to report this stuff.

Or, am I the only one who is afflicted with this 'boarish' change to my eyebrows?

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Oinkalicious