Showing posts with label Pivotal People. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pivotal People. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Life With A Lion

While it doesn't happen very often, for which I am grateful, there are times when My Lion and I can get heated with each other.  We have our disagreements that escalate into snarls, but generally we see eye to eye and live very companionably.


Not that on occasion, when he might be having a relatively frustrating day, I haven't had to ask a passer-by if they aren't willing to roll his lips back so I can pull my head out of his mouth.


But mostly, with a bit of returning to our corners, allowing both of us to cool our jets, we get to a place where the roaring becomes a discussion and we have the chance to hear each other out.

And peace returns to The Kingdom once again. Why?  Because he is my mate, my beloved, My Lion. A man of conviction and quality.  A man I can look up to and place my trust safely.


But mostly peace returns because I am a smart woman who understands that a lion has to be the King of his jungle. He has to prowl. Must snarl on occasion. And, I know just the right places to scratch and love. He is My Lion. And, I am blessed, even on those occasions when my head is all wet from lion spit.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka A Lion Tamer

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Silent Sermon Sunday


Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Great Aunt Holly

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

How To Be The Son In A Life



This is my friend, Coke, as we all have called him most of his life.  His real name is Constantine.  He says he was almost in the third grade before he could write his name without errors.  You might have that problem, too, if you had to write Constantine Lee Hagepanos over and over with those big thick pencils.



We've been friends for a long while now.  We met in college; he was a photographer for the University's newspaper.  He captured one of my favorite images one morning during the dark ages of in-person student registration.  It's only one of the thousands of images he's captured with his camera. He probably doesn't even remember this one but it's special to me.  It was the start of a years long friendship.  In many ways our lives have paralleled.  We could be brother and sister from different mothers based on similar life experiences. Heck, we even have the same middle name!

Coke has always marched to the beat of his own drum and many times that's not been the easiest march.  He's a people rescuer.  He will do anything for someone that he likes, or admires, or loves, or just because he's encountered them and they need help that he can give.  Sometimes his willingness to help another has been at personal cost to himself.  Sometimes he's invested in someone who really didn't deserve all his help.  Sometimes they proved unworthy of his gift.  But, more often than not, anyone who has encountered Coke becomes better for his investment.  He is one of the best friends a person could have.

A recipient who is worthy of Coke's investment is his mother, Callie.  She is a wonderful spirit of quiet wit and wisdom.  She has not had an easy life.  She missed out on much of the joy one should expect from those around them. And as she has grown older, with significant health issues, Coke has been torn as to how to help her.  He has brothers and sisters, but as is often the case with family dynamics, it's generally one child who shoulders the burden of the many decisions of caring for and about an aging parent. Not that the other children couldn't or wouldn't take care of the parent, but generally there is one who the parent will allow to care for them.  For Callie, that child is Coke.

To wit, Coke, who had a very interesting life in Germany working as an Ex-pat for a major banking concern, decided to come home and move in with Callie.  Not that he felt he had to, but because he genuinely felt it to be his calling. He invested major personal wealth into clearing out and rehabbing the small bungalow he grew up in so life for Callie would be easier. He has centered his life on taking care of her physical needs.

Yesterday, peacefully, Callie shed this world of ours and has gone on to The Next Place.  Coke's tour of duty is now complete.  He has done for his mother what he has done for so many of us-- he has seen her safely home.

For any who have had the experience of taking care of a parent as the world around them slips slowly away, we understand what it can take out of a person.  But, I have never heard Coke utter more than a few casual complaints about it all.  Mostly, he just viewed it as a duty and necessity and shouldered on.

He always seems to find a sense of purpose or contentment with a day.  And now that Callie's part in his life is complete, I know he will find even more definition as a beloved Pop to his small grandson. He will continue his work as mentor and guardian for his nephew.  He will always be the father who loves his daughter through all the phases of her life.  And I will hold hope, thanks to Coke's example with his mom, that his daughter will understand what love in action looks like when Coke's time of need unfolds.  He will always be to the rest of us, one of the best friends we have.


I know Callie is at peace.  I hope for the same for my friend.  Because he deserves it.  He's earned it. And if I can ever return the favor of being his friend in anyway, I hope I can do so as well as he has always been a friend to me.

I know one thing for certain; there are thousands of sons in this world of ours.  But there are a rare few, like Coke, who work to be the sun in a parent's life.  A Son who views it as his duty, to return to that parent the gift of life and caring.  A son who instinctively knows how to be the joy that a parent deserves from life-- especially when the joy goes missing.



Coke is my Friend; he's become Michael's Friend.  He is Callie's Son.  And he is often the Sun in our lives especially during those times when the darkness is closing in and we are completely afraid that we'll never see the light again.

May Callie go forth shining.  And may all of us who call him friend be there to help Coke continue to find the joy in life now that this chapter closes and he looks forward to what comes next.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Coke's Friend

Friday, December 20, 2013

Christmas Is For Children

"Oh, I wish you were coming home for Christmas, I'm really having a hard time with it this year," sighed Laura.  "Everything is different and I just want the Christmases when we were little.  Driving home in the dark from your house on Christmas Eve, I looked out of the car windows and hoped I'd see Santa in his sleigh.  I loved those Christmas Eves with you.  The pretty white tree upstairs and the the fun colored lights on the tree downstairs.  Sean and I loved being with that tree and watching television while we listened to you all laughing and talking upstairs.  I just want my white pizza and caesar salad and the same foods we always had.  Your tiny house on Falkirk Road and all the same people who are so close to us!"

She gave me the very best Christmas gift when she said that.  Really.  Because isn't that what Christmas is all about?  Working and planning to see the wonder and light in a child's eyes?  Creating the magic that is such a part of it?  And, really, who doesn't yearn for the holidays of their youth?  Don't most of  us wish that we could keep the traditions alive and unwaveringly the same?  We might be able to cope with the changes that life throws at us all the rest of the year, but in December...in December we want to hold things in crystalline perfection.  The Christmases of our childhood... 
Big Brother Glenn & 1, 1957


When I was a little girl, I would go to bed on Christmas Eve and wake in the morning to a house completely and magically changed.  In the corner where the wing chair had been was a huge Christmas tree with the large colored lights and tinsel and presents wrapped under it.  Does anyone do that anymore?  Do children still get the thrill of seeing the magic Santa brings when he creeps into the house for all the good boys and girls?  I hope so...but considering that we have pushed Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas into one big mashed up marketing mess, I doubt it.  And, that makes me sad.

Remember, since my father was incredibly physically disabled, it meant that somehow, he arranged for other adults to take time away from their Christmas Eve to come to our address to put up a tree and make the magic happen for his child.  One year, so I've been told, the Shift Sgt. of the Northern District Police Station wrapped on the apartment door.  When he came in, he found several burly cops with their tunics off, sleeves rolled up and in the middle of erecting a Christmas tree.  He just leveled a look at my father and them and asked, "Do you know that I don't have one cop on the streets in this part of the district?!  When you are finished being elves, get back to your duties.  Merry Christmas, Jimmy," and with that and a smile, he left. 

As a child grows, it's with the background of our traditions-  of dinners at a particular home and visiting with those who you don't see as often as you like.  The frantic ripping of paper and bows gives over to the art of sharing time and stories over dinner and dessert.  That's when you begin to learn the beauty of sharing the gift of your Presence as being more important than the presents that come with this time of year.  For our family, it meant making the trek to Aunt Katherine's house.  She always had it decorated so gloriously with flower arrangements and treasures from her Christmas collection.  Dinner was always a feast.  And for me, the drive to and from just Dad and me, was my favorite time of Christmas day.  We'd talk about everything and nothing.  The quiet allowed us to decompress from the hectic, and let's be frank, sometimes stressful hours of La Familia being together.  If we saw pretty lights in the deep dark, I'd slow the car so we could take them in.  Peaceful and meaningful was this time with my Dad.

The King & I chatting at Christmas Dinner, 1978
When Doog and I moved into our tiny row-home on Falkirk Road in 1979, even though it was only 18 feet wide, we knew we wanted to share it with others for the holidays.  Sean and Laura were at the age when they simply couldn't wait to open gifts.  The notion that they might have to wait for a couple of days after Christmas until we could all get together was just crazy!  So, that's when my idea of having them over for Christmas Eve started.   Our intimate gathering included friends Carole & Al and Jim. Others would stop by, but for the most part it was just the closest friends and my brother's family.  The meal?  White pizza and Caesar salad made in my galley sized kitchen with lots of tasty hors d'oeuvers and cookies.  Each person brought their favorite and that was our Christmas Eve meal.

Presents were shared.  We laughed a lot.  And we talked until the childrens' eyes drooped.  I looked forward to that night every year.  To learn that they mean so much to Laura, is truly a gift.  Over time, the address changed, but the tradition continued.  My home on Long Green Road was the Christmas Eve spot for many years.   Two children were the reason for all those years of holiday get togethers.

My Brother & Sister-in-Law, Linda
My house was larger and more people came to be part of the annual celebration, but we were lucky to have those same core merry makers there, too.  I still did two trees and the meal remained the same.  More people could cram in my kitchen as pizza was being made. The laughter and the chatter still a major focus. 

Laura, Linda, and Yours Truly
I worried as Laura and Sean got older, that Christmas Eve wouldn't be as important to them as it had become to me. I shouldn't have because, even when they started dating and being independent, they still made their way to my house to share 'their' night.  So the years passed and the Christmas Eve celebrations merrily continued.

When Michael and I moved away, I turned over the Christmas Eve celebration to Laura and Linda.  I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I wish that I was still the hostess for that special night.  Some years I am with them and other years, like this one, I am with them in spirit.  Laura and Eric, (Eric loves hosting parties,) have become the Christmas Eve house.  And, here at our home, Michael and I share the day with the love of Melissa who will be here with Pete for Christmas Eve.  The traditions we have made as a new family are different from those I knew; we will be having a standing rib roast instead of pizza for our special dinner.  Evan will call from Florida and we will wish that both of our children were with us but understand that life has changed and so must our celebrations.  I cherish these new traditions with my new family.

Hostess with the Mostess, Laura and Ava



 I suppose it's what we learn about our traditions; they must flex with life while still exerting their magical ability to remain fixed,  reminding us of what we value, what we cherish, what is meaningful and good about life.  The address may change.  New people may join the group.  And, we remember those who are no longer with us, often smiling and tearing up while doing so.  The magic is that they feel so much closer to us at this time of year!  We realize that they are now part of the traditions that mean so very much.  We take the time to let those we love know how incredibly important they are to us.  We hug a second or two longer, handshakes are stronger and we are more free with our kisses.  For those of us who are grown, this is the magic of Christmas. 

My Beloved Brother
We value the moments that make us rejoice in the power of our festivals of light and love.  We need them.  So, we must invest in them and never take them for granted.  As I explained to Laura, "If you love your Christmas Eves, don't be sad that they've changed because the traditions we started with you and your brother are yours, now, to share with your girls.  Honor the memories we made for you by building traditions for Livy and Ava.  It's now your turn to make Christmas magic for them so that they will always look back at the Christmases of their childhood with the same love and longing that you look at yours and I look at mine.  It's time to do it for your girls."

The idea that she can take the magic we made for her and spread it to her girls seemed to help both of us.  It takes away the sadness of  inevitable change and gives power to the fleeting days of  our Yuletide.  Because Christmas, after all, is for children...

My Lion and Olivia
...and since we are all children of The Creator who loves and adores us, it means that Christmas, and all our tradition, continues to be for all of us no matter how far away we are from each other or how long we have lived.  Merry Christmas to My Daughter of The Heart.  I love you very much.  Thank you for making Christmas so meaningful for me.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Aunt Holly, Great Aunt Holly, New Guy

Friday, November 1, 2013

All Treats- No Tricks!

"Perhaps on Thursday," suggested Melissa, "We should put on our pointy hats and finest gear and go to lunch!"  A Samhain lunch with my girl?  I'm in!  So that's what we did.  And, can I tell you?  We brought so many smiles out of people and the conversations?!  Oh, yeah, we had tons of people talking to us. Starting with our waiter who got a real kick out of us and then started asking questions about the pagan community in the Pittsburgh area and all things Hallo'een.  And he concluded with, "I'm just a hippie! But you two are cool; have a great day and Happy Halloween!"


All through our leisurely stroll through Home Goods and then Target, we got so many compliments about our hats and we felt that we had done a very good deed by bringing some momentary joy to others as well as really tickling ourselves!

Meanwhile on the other side of the state, Sebastian the Crab, aka Ava, and the Butterfly Princess, aka Livy, were all ready for their evening of dancing and running with all the goblins and creatures who infiltrated their neighborhood and ran door to door yelling and squealing with delight! Laura says, "Yeah, this is a pretty cool neighborhood to go trick or treating!" Sadly, we had rain and wind which put a damper on the evening here in the Laurel Highlands, but still, I was ready with the candy and some conversation. People, please tell your little monsters that they're supposed to cry, "Trick or Treat!!!," when the door is opened to them. I thought it was just me, but lately I hear a lot of people saying, "These kids don't even know to say it anymore!" I mean seriously, if they don't say it, it's just basically begging for candy! C'mon, work to keep the traditions alive!!!


So, despite the weather, this Crone had the most wonderful and blessed start to the New Year and a great start to November which is the month when we all try to count our blessings and give thanks.  So I'll start today on this Feast of All Souls and Saints by saying how thankful I am for all the wonderful Mothers, Maidens and Crones in my life.  Thank you for making me rich with all the gifts your bring to my life!

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka The Good Witch of The Laurel Highlands





Sunday, October 13, 2013

Silent Sermon Sunday

Ava & Olivia


My fashion forward girls want to remind you
This week,
Stay on the sunny side of the street!


Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Great Aunt Holly

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Ghostly Visits

There are many issues to confirm that I'm growing older.  One came in the mail the other day.  Tucked inside with the renewal form for my driver's license was a very 'helpful' pamphlet entitled, "Tips for The Mature Driver."  Kill me now.

Another also replays many nights; I hate it.  This inability to collapse into sleep without tossing and turning.  The worst is-- I fall asleep very quickly only to have my eyes flap open like a window shade snaps up without warning.

Last night was one of those.  It seemed it would go peacefully, seemed being the operative world.  I ran through the Distance Reiki list of all those animals and Humans who have requested Reiki to assist with their needs.  It's how I start and end my days.  At night, doing this work makes me relax and drift off.  Morpheus is waiting with arms extended, but some nights he plays me false and just as I enter his embrace, he closes his arms and evaporates.  Men...

But last night, tossing in bed as I watched the clock creep to 2AM, it felt different and a bit unsettling,  because I was visited by another circumstance that proves I've been alive for awhile now.  Last night I was visited by a chorus of faces that I have loved and who have died.  Unbidden they came.  Some I had not actively thought of in a long time; others are those few who I never not think on.

At first, I found all of them gathered in my consciousness more than a bit disconcerting.  I fretted about why they were all there of a sudden.  Did it mean something?  Was there a purpose?  What are you trying to tell me?!

Not my Dad, nor my Aunt Kat, nor any of my immediate family were there.  Instead, these were all dear friends.  People who had played a pivotal role, either in terms of my growth as a Real Human Being, or had died at points in my life to help me understand what it means to suffer loss.  Died and helped me experience what it means to lose someone I cared about and what life feels like after.

I slowly began to relax, realizing that they simply wished to visit to confirm that death doesn't change the truth of things.  Connections are still there.  Attachment still remains.  I sent Reiki blessings to each of them and thanked them for coming.  I confirmed that they are always with me and what a joy it is to see them again. They returned the same sentiments.

And, with spiritual hugs completed, I fell asleep. 

This morning, I still ponder why I would have had a party with Ghosts from my past...no answers yet.  I wonder how the brain works that it would conjure them unbidden like that.  Can a brain actually do that?  Or, is it that love is bigger than our brains and it can manifest all on its own, in images that we can recognize and understand?  No answers for these questions...

But, in the light of day, I'm able to realize that it is a blessing to have been reminded of all those who I have lived long enough to have loved and lost.  I suppose along with confirmation that I am aging, I am also slowly becoming a Real Human Being.  There is always a silver lining.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka She Who Loves Them, Still


Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Ava Awwws

It occurs to me that Ava could be falling victim to Second Child Syndrome.  You know what I mean...the first child gets all the attention and the cooing and awing and then the second one comes along and we're too busy to take the time to coo.

I realize that this blog may also be part of that unfair happening; I know I was much more liberal with sharing Livy with all of you and I haven't been the same with Ava.  Now that I realize the error of my ways, well, I won't have it!  Little Ava is especially darling to my eyes because it's astounding how much she looks like my beloved Laura at this age.  Truly, it's like having baby Lar-Lar once again.

As you can tell, Ava will and does eat anything.  Even her birthday sign. 

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Great Aunt Holly x2

Monday, June 1, 2009

Truth In Advertising

Well, this blog will either be a blessing thanks to Mel, great woman fabricator of From Clutter To Shine, or by the end of it, you may be sending her messages that read, "Ga, Mel, what the heck were you thinking when you asked that Nut Pie to answer these questions?!"

Let's hope it's the first option. However, either way, you'll know more about me and how I think and who's helped me on my life path. May be more info than you wanted to know about your loving crone, but here goes nothing. I want to thank Mel, because she really gave these questions a great deal of thought and confirmed that she has been a detailed follower here at Your Mother Knows, as you will see as you read along. So, Mel, I'm honored that you took such time and attention to detail about my life:

1. In your role as a teacher, you will have undoubtedly inspired many of your students, but was there a particular student who inspired you and why?

During my time as an adjunct faculty member at my beloved Alma Mater, I've been gifted with students who taught me more than I may have taught them. Many of them are memorable and make me very proud of the people they have become; the gifts they share with the world; the spirits who hope to leave the world better than they found it. So, I wish I could name them all...because I really was blessed with many wonderful students. Since I can't pick just one, here are two for consideration:

This is Lindsey- you've heard me mention her several times here. I will always remember Lindsey because of her courage and determination. Because of her depth of spirit, her willingness to help the world be a better place. Her sense of fun. Her charm. Her character. And, because she has worked hard and struggled to find who she truly is and begin the charmed life of being in love with her Self. I can't share her life story with you, as that's her to share as she sees fit. Just let me say about this wonderful woman, others may have given in and been done with it all. But, somehow she found the courage to survive and thrive. And, she was willing to share all of that story one day in my classroom. I know all of us who sat and listened were forever changed for the better because she did. She is one of my heroes.

And, now meet Caroline. I love her because she taught me bravery. She is from France and when I met her she was working as a nanny full time and going to school full time. In a land far from home, learning in a language not her own. Her love of life, enthusiasm, dedication and determination are all qualities that I hope to have in the same measure.

She works for an international non-profit that works to improve the quality of life and spirit of children and young adults around the world. Her goal to become an American Citizen is one that I applaud and hope will happen sooner than later. But the world can be complicated and so can bureaucracy...so we wait. And we benefit from her loving spirit and desire to improve the world one day at a time: the gifts that Caroline gives to everything she does.

I consider myself lucky to be her friend now and she will always be a member of my family. No longer a stranger in a strange land, this young woman makes a difference to her adopted country and home.

2. We are very fortunate here in Blog Land, to have the benefit of your insight and wisdom as our Loving Crone. Who/What has served as your Crone, Loving or otherwise?

I had a student whose favorite quote was, "If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning,"said by Catherine Aird. That may not be the exact quote but you get my drift.

Meaning, you have a choice in how you will be viewed and remembered. A choice that is yours alone to make. I know which I want for myself, but only because I've had outstanding examples of the other choice available! At any rate, I've been blessed by, to be kind let's call them strong, women in my life. I got that blessing first. And after I endured the learning through these women, I was blessed to have other women come into my life who taught me the value of the feminine spirit and the expansive nature of a woman's heart to grow and embrace many, many, many, through kindness, wit, and wisdom.

The crones who had a big impact on my life, who were not that pleasant are: Nanny The World's Meanest Woman, who taught me that you can't love something if you can't keep it alive. And, that often life is reduced to survival and only after that, can you worry about developing the skills of living. She was hard. Could be cutting and mean. But, she always had something to feed you. Our home was always orderly and clean. She invited anyone into her home to be fed and she never didn't have enough to feed whoever showed up. She was no nonsense. She raised six children successfully and ran a restaurant kitchen that was a model for excellence. She helped my grandfather become successful in the competitive world of owning a restaurant. When she walked through the neighborhood on her occasional strolls, everyone who saw her called out with respect, "Hello, Mrs. Dietor, how are you this evening?" Nanny and I loved each other, but we didn't much like each other. Or better said- we didn't understand each other, sad to say.

The next crone who taught me through hard lessons was my first mother-in-law who was a dragon in at least one lifetime, perhaps many. Mrs. Duggan wouldn't have spit on me to put me out had I been standing on fire in front of her. She simply hated me. It wasn't funded in fact, simply sheer emotion so there was no arguing it or making it better. She's gone onto her next life and we never talked with each other after my marriage to Doog ended. It took me a long time and a lot of internal work before I could put her in correct perspective. But, through her I had to learn that:

Just because someone doesn't like me, doesn't mean I'm not likable.

Just because I want to be in relationship with someone doesn't mean that they do, or that I will die if they don't.

Just because a person acts like a harpy with you, doesn't mean they will with others, and because you've learned to hate them, doesn't mean that others won't have equal reason to love them.

Just because someone told stories about me that weren't true, didn't mean that people would not be able to discern for themselves what was true and what wasn't. Because they did.

So, thanks Gladys...I wish you well where ever you are and what life you are leading.

Now, on to two women who helped me through the power of love and friendship. Two who I am honored to call friend: This is Eileen; you hear me speak of her quite a lot. She was married to my boss, Charlie, who you've read about. Eileen lost Charlie way too young and too soon in a life that should have lasted forever. And, I am proud of how she has crafted her life after that large hole was created by loss.

She was one of the first women who helped me find some of the missing pieces that I needed in order to learn to love my life. More importantly, she was one of the first women who helped me learn to trust women and LOVE the power of the divine feminine. She is pivotal. And, now she's going to teach that love to her new grandson, Simon. I love you, Eileen.

This next beautiful woman is Judy. She is my adored sister-in-law Linda's, Mom. Judy is that rare woman of dignity and grace who does not take herself seriously but effects you like a cooling gentle breeze on a blistering hot day. Judy was a New York City Rockett! She is a talented artist. She reminds me of Audrey Hepburn in a spirit of female power that is gorgeously understated and complete. She has shown me what a marvelous treasure a Mother-In-Law can be.

She has listened to me over the years in my angst of growing. Always offered quiet, pragmatic opinions. She supports us in our efforts to be glorious women, all different, who have value and worth. She is the woman I hope to be one day, should I live long enough. In this picture taken a few years ago, she's with one of her favorite guys...that's my brother, Glenn. I love him very much; I'm so grateful that Judy feels the same way about him, too.

I can't forget my Aunt Marie who helped me through the difficult, formative teen-age years when my father went to her and said, "Marie, I don't know how to help my child grow into being a woman. Please, will you help?" I love him for understanding what his limitations were and her for being so willing to support me, guide me with love, and reel me in when I was walking way too close to the edge. She, too, is a shining example of love in action. Thank you, Aunt Marie.

One last woman who isn't a crone, but furthered my understanding of the power of women to heal, is Jen Manlove, Doog's wife. Who honors me as someone who is a major player in her husband's life. And, loves me as I love her.

3. We know of your fondness of the colour purple and have seen the lovely photos of your garden - an magical oasis and place for retreat and reflection. (see your wish this week). Given absolutely NO climate restrictions (each plant may exist in its own best conditions - an individual biosphere), describe your Dream Garden.

I wouldn't have any garden other than mine as it is a reflection of who I am in the current moment. However, even though rain-forests are glorious and imposing, and exotic plants can suck the breath from your body, I am most comfortable with Cottage Gardens. There's an inviting informality about them....

...where all are welcome and all play nice together. Sometimes getting too close and need to be reminded of boundaries...but teach that the world is a pretty heavenly place when all colors and shapes are wanted and respected for their individual gifts and beauty.

A garden is a continual work in progress and gives me comfort that there's always another opportunity to try something and learn. So for me, the quiet riot of the cottage garden is the way to grow!

4. If I was looking to adopt a dog, tell me why I should find myself a Scottie.

Short answer- BECAUSE!

Here's the thing...how could you not? They are fabulous canines! Look at those faces. If you like terriers, and I do...I've had five Cairns and now these two wild Highlanders, Scottish Terriers are one of the best of the line. Rory & Fiona are the quintessential Scotties. Loyal. True. Loving. Playful. Quiet. Riotous at turns. And fun. They are full of themselves, know who they are, and are big dog spirits stuffed into a little dog's form.

I like them because you don't see them coming and going. I wish we were doing a better job at breeding here in the U.S. as this breed is really being threatened by an array of genetic issues. We need to be doing better at maintaining a breed without killing it slowly. But, that's enough of a soap box for now.

5. A borrowed question - sort of....If you could invite three people to dine with you (living or dead), who would they be and what would you be eating?

Okay, I couldn't invite three. There are four. And, we would be eating whatever I thought to serve them. Perhaps an all American dinner...steak, beautiful large salad, broccoli, and baked potato. Nothing fancy, but flavorful. Dessert to be determined. But, probably berries with ice cream and pound cake.

First guy, Peter The Great, because he brought the culture and civilization of the best courts of Europe to Russia. And, he formed St. Petersburg which is a beautiful city that captivated my heart when I taught there for a month. I would love to get to know his bravado and the expansive, chest thumping characteristics of this great Russian. What a Czar. What a personality...what a visionary.

To rule England at the time when male supremacy had run completely amuck. To be the monarch of the ages. To sacrifice her personal life for the welfare and growth of her people. To bring forward the land to the age of grace and in peace. To be clever enough to outwit plots and sub-plots. Ah, Elizabeth, I- the once and future Queen. Can you imagine the moxy, determination, the brilliance, and the stubborn nature of this one? I'm sure she and The Great Peter would have a great deal to discuss.

Siddhartha, before he became The Buddha...wouldn't you love to sit and talk with him to see how he became the Enlightened One? To find out how Human he was? To learn how to ignite the same Divine Spark in yourself? And, honestly, over coffee and cake, ask him, "So, Sidd, did it turn out as you hoped and expected?" To ask him as you know you're dying to ask The Christ, "So tell me Rabbi, is this what you had in mind, or did we get off track here? Is this anything close to what you envisioned?!"

And, finally Arthur: I'd like to meet the man behind the myth and wonder with him how the myth took a life of its own that has lasted millennia...and ask him if his life seems worthy of the continuation of the legends. To watch his face when he says in bewilderment, "I have no idea how this happened, and I'm not certain that it should have." For me, I will continue to hope for the return of the Once & Future King, to see the embodiment of King Arthur. I'm fairly certain I was a member of his Round Table. But, not one of the guys you hear so much about.

And, because I believe in truth in advertising...that first picture is me, about two and a half years ago, with Michael. It's our wedding day. This man has single-handedly made most of my dreams become reality. He has given a depth to my life that I never dreamed possible. However, I know I would not have been worthy of him had I not experienced the grace and wisdom of those mentioned here. And, if I hadn't had the courage to do the hard work of growing out of some of my limiting ways and learning to love myself first.

So, here's me today...even more honest and real. Here's me in the morning. And, here's the truth of my hair...it is what it is. I am a divine work in progress. Stay tuned for more.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Your Loving Crone

Monday, May 4, 2009

What A Weekend!

Friday, Michael comes home looking a bit conspiratorial and says, "Rory & Fiona sent me on a mission for early Mother's Day because they thought you might need some time to get used to this in order to be ready for our trip next week." I look down at those two Wild Highlanders of mine as I open a box...and to my my surprise and complete delight, there is a new red camera! A camera of my very own!!

Now, I'm not the sort of person to point fingers and assign blame, but I have to say it's because of Beth that you'll probably see my bizarre attempts to add pictures. Which proves the generosity of her spirit, that such a fabulous photographer as she, would encourage a camera challenged picture taker like me! So, if you find yourself slapping your forehead in wonder of, "What the hell was she trying to take a picture of???!," from this point forward, you can blame her. And, then go immediately over to be yourself...everyone else is taken, to relieve your eye-strain by looking at her beautiful images.

This weekend held more gifts and surprises for me than just my impromptu visit from my friends Coke and Lou. Your Mother Knows was honored by three readers. And, I want to thank them for finding it worthy. The first one was given to me by the lovely and talented Soulbrush who does many great things...and like Toni is a visual journaler. So, thank you for this bit of bling!

And, then I began blushing when I went reading a bit further and found that both Sema and Sarah think so much of my work that they both gave me this one. Now, I have to admit that I've seen this one on a lot of the sites I adore visiting and, I've always imagined what it would look like on mine. I never thought I'd have it. Sema, you already honored me when my words inspired you to create the mandala that I so proudly display. Knowing that you and Sarah both really like my work makes me very happy. Tears-of-delight, happy.

Speaking of tears, my weekend with my friends was marvelous and I tried not to cry when they headed east yesterday morning. But, I didn't make it. Tears are good; they mean you care.

I had to wave goodbye but, I have this to mark the memory and share with you thanks to the gift from my puppies. Pittsburgh is a beautiful city. Look at that, would ya?! What other city in the U.S. has three rivers running through it? What other city in the U.S. has more bridges than Venice? Even on a cloudy day, I think this is one of the best sky lines ever.

My new red camera with Michael's help captured this picture of Coke, Lou, and me. And, Lou, who is from Germany, really enjoyed visiting and seeing another part of the U.S. Michael and I were glad to show her this new home city of ours. We had a drink sitting high atop the slopes of Mt. Washington and caught up on things. We laughed. We shared memories...and made new ones.

And, I realized that none of this would be mine if I didn't stay open to possibility. If I didn't invite people and experiences into my life. If I didn't take advice from qualified people when they offer it. If I didn't stay open to encouragement. If I didn't worry less about looking the fool as in that first picture, and try new things. If I didn't learn to love my life exactly where I find it on any given day. If I didn't, well...

...simply remain-

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka The Shooter

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Grace Notes

I'd love to stay and chat with you longer, but I have my hands full and my life even fuller at the moment because this fabulous creature and her entourage are at my home. They arrived on Thursday and life has been a whirlwind since! This is the fabulous Grace and her gang, The Mom & Dad!


We haven't seen each other since Christmas and this is their first visit here since we moved to the area a few years back. Michael and I are having a great time visiting with Jen and Doog, (err, Michael, yes I know...) And Grace is having a blast getting to know Rory and Fiona who think it's just the best having a little girl around to play.

Today, we're off to the Pittsburgh Zoo to take in the sites and show them around our fair city. I know we'll have lots of notes to share about our adventures.

Here's hoping your Saturday is filled with grace notes, just like ours.
Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Aunt Holly aka Shine

Friday, January 30, 2009

Remembering CDM Redux


If you're wondering what's going on here, my blog had a mal-function and this entry was lost. It turns out to be a very special one for me and lots of people. So, it's being reposted along with the comments. Funny, yesterday was Charlie's birthday. And, today I had to repost my entry about him. He loved a good joke. I'd say this is his way of letting us know he's not so far away and still has a trick or two up his sleeve. Enjoy!


Friday, November 7, 2008

Early November is important to me for many reasons, a primary one being that it marks the anniversary of the sudden and all-too-soon passing away of Charles D. Mross who is known by those who call him friend and loved-one as, Charlie. And, for those of us who worked for and with him, also as CDM because of his way of using his initials to sign off on everything.

Charlie is one of those individuals whose passing never gets easier to accept. He's important enough that you simply become aware that, while the fun experiences one has in life add color and dimension to your personality, enduring loss and learning to live despite it, adds back bone and steel to one's soul. I believe Charlie would be glad to know that he added those qualities to our lives.

I had the pleasure, and sometimes painful opportunity, of working for Charlie for over six years as his Communications Director. In retrospect, they are the best professional years I ever had or am likely to have. It didn't start that way; in the beginning, Charlie made me uncomfortable-intimidated me, even. I often felt breathless or overwhelmed by him. Let's just say that Charlie had the quick-twitch style of a sprinter. He raced through everything...meetings, hall-ways, conversations. He was highly competitive and saw those around him as his team of whom he expected the same level of competitive energy. So, here's me, a woman who won't even run from a burning building attempting to work with a guy who lived as though his hair's on fire! Yikes.

The competitive spirit was apparent in our introductory meeting in CDM's office. It was the first of hundreds where I sat facing him, leg's crossed with his foot up on his knee. No socks on... a CEO who doesn't wear socks? Cool. Sitting in the high-backed leather chair that I nick-named, 'The Throne." He alertly watched me that meeting, allowing Bill Thomas, the V.P. of Medical Affairs, to ask all the questions. I was pretty sure Charlie was watching to determine if he liked my style. At the end of this vetting process, Charlie asked, "So, here's the important question, do you golf?" I looked him square and said, "No. But, I am a black belt in Aikido." He looked at Bill and back at me, "Okay, you win!" I didn't know him well enough to understand it as an indicator of his subtle, sometimes very subtle, sense of humor. And, I didn't know the importance of those words, "You win," coming out of his mouth, but I was to learn.

In the beginning, he was not my direct boss- that came later. Early on, I'd have these brief, shot-gun exposures to him. I called them, CDM Drive-by's. Mostly, I'd walk away feeling as though I hadn't done enough or failed miserably. "What the hell does this guy want from me? He makes me crazy, how the hell was I supposed to think of all that!!!" I'd go back to the office fuming thinking, "Crap, I hate this guy! There's no pleasing him."

Then, one day, Spirit sent insight when I had the pleasure of meeting his charming, warm, wonderful wife, Eileen. (You'll read more about her in other entries because she's very important to my life learning.) I couldn't imagine that this composed woman with an infectious giggle and charm could be married to CDM! But, looking in her eyes I could see clearly that she adored him. Next, I met his children; all polite, pleasant, and easy-going. They, too, had that look of respect and love. What the hell?

And, that's one of my biggest life lessons, thanks to CDM & Eileen. Up until then, if I didn't like a person, it was all about them, not me. However after meeting his family, I had to wonder, what was I missing about this guy? If he has such a great wife and kids, how can he be the crazoid I think? What am I missing? Through those questions I learned the invaluable lesson of looking at the complete person, not just the bell-jar of the current experiences; the necessity of discerning substance instead of fixating on style.

Eileen and the kids turned that relationship around simply through my exposure to them. I began to see the real part of CDM- the truth of him. He was competitive, but he wanted all of us to be winners. He did expect way too much of us at times, but that was only a fraction of what he expected of himself. He did want us to think ahead, but he expected himself to be visionary. He did want all of us to do our jobs completely every work day, but he expected himself to impact, for the positive, the entirety of health care in Maryland. Because he demonstrated that passion about his own performance, I came in every day determined to make my efforts reflect his.

Sadly, we entered dark days of restructuring, merging, aggressively building a health system. Instead of a successful community hospital on a mission to deepen its roots, we became the flagship of a commodity pimped out to the highest bidder. The war took a toll on lots of things. Satisfaction. Performance. Peace. Relationships. In the turbulence, somehow, I became a trusted ear and assistant. Someone who Charlie could depend on to allow him, when frustrated, angry or overwhelmed, to be a Human Being while never forgetting that he was the CEO. I was honored to be that for him. Even more deeply honored when, eventually, I became his friend.

I was cornered to take a position at the corporate office. I say cornered, because even though it was a promotion, it was a lot like living inside of a tooth-paste tube...the closer you get to the top, the faster you get squeezed out. "I don't want to go, Charlie. You and I both know what it's like there." He agreed but warned that with the current downsizing of management initiative, if I didn't go, he'd most likely have to eliminate my position. More importantly, he would never be able to promote me as he believed I had earned. "What do I do," I asked. "You go; ride it for as long as it lasts. You take your chances. It's all you can do," he said with a slight smile.

So, I did. The ride didn't last long- it was never intended to last long. That's the way they moved people out, by moving them up. Eventually, even CDM got caught in the back wash of negative movement. He left as CEO and after a very difficult time, moved on with his life, taking his chances, too. And, it was during the transition to this new opportunity, that Spirit decided CDM had run the very last of his life marathon to the finish line.

Charlie is never far from my thoughts; a dear friend always remains so. But, in these early days of November, he strides even more boldly through my mind. I'll finish with this CDM story. My department was responsible for a slew of publications. The outstanding editor who worked with me is a guy named, Frank Moorman. Frank is the best writer I know. Excellent, in fact. Here's a testament to how well he writes; CDM trusted Frank to write on his behalf and only required that we run it past him for any additions he might think to add. Unprecedented! One afternoon I get, "The Call," as my fabulous secretary Jo named them, to CDM's office. On his desk rests Frank's copy with only minor red-ink and I breathe a sigh of relief.

So what's up, I wonder. Charlie looks at me and says, "This is good, except for the major mistake. Do you know what it is?" Oh, great, a CDM Pop Quiz...I hate those. I look it over and can't see a thing. "No, Charlie, I'm afraid I don't."

He takes out his red pen and boldly circles a section where Frank has written, "....one of the premiere hospitals in Maryland..." I just look at it bewildered and admit still I'm not getting his point. He slowly caps the pen. Sits back in his seat, levels his gaze and says, "Holly, in life you can either be 'one' of many or, you can be 'premiere.' But you can't be one of the premiere." The room got completely still. The stillness that I now recognize happens when Spirit is speaking. "Thanks Charlie, I'll take that under advisement," I say as I leave his office.

Thank you for everything, CDM. For recognizing potential in me that I did not know I possess and helping me to grow into my professional power. For requiring I try harder when I thought I had no try left. For the opportunity to learn the importance of being a trusted confidant. For never settling. For being a loving man with integrity. For the lesson of the necessity to run the best race possible to the finish line. For being my friend. And, mostly, for instilling the passion to be premiere.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly
Posted by Holly at 6:40 AM

6 comments:
Eileen said...
My heart has no words ... I can barely make a sound ... does your Spirit hear me anyway?
November 7, 2008 10:05 AM

KAMross2 said...
Thank you so much for this amazing gift.
November 7, 2008 11:45 AM

LionKing said...
What an enlightening, powerful tribute to someone I never had the privilege of meeting...yet who has immensely impacted my life by his mentoring of my wonderful partner and wife...what an awsome power some people have to influence those who come after...and what a wonderful remembrance from the Queen to CDM's family.
November 7, 2008 2:47 PM

Kerrian said...
Holly - a hug from me to you for your wonderful words - love ya, Kerrian
November 7, 2008 5:48 PM

MelissaS said...
I technically worked for Mr. Mross (as I knew him) thru you. I guess I only had those drive-by moments with him. I had no clue what was happening behind the scenes.I am sorry he passed. And warm fuzzies to Eileen.
November 8, 2008 1:33 AM

Lauren said...
Premiere.
November 11, 2008 9:42 AM
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