Twas the 10th day of Christmas that I did not get out, so on the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a trip to the Yoga Studio for her “clear-the-head-shake-out-the-kinks” morning starter. It is brisk at the beach with a stiff north-west wind. A good time to wrap the last of our stocking stuffers, and prepare to see the new Star Wars Movie with our extended family. Yes the STAR of Bethlehem graces our Christmas Wreath, disguised as a pearl-centered star fish.
May you feel blessings of life flow around and support you today.
Twas the Ninth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a ribbon of spun cloth and my 100th Follower, All Things That Dogs Blog. It’s set in a retro Apple framework.
My brother and his wife raise Guide Dogs for Guide Dogs of America. Our mom was legally blind by the time I was twelve, but it sure didn’t stop her from catching us poking each other or grabbing cookies from the jar. She said she had eyes in the back of her head, and they seemed to work just fine. 20-20 hind sight, I’d guess you’d say.
I’m sure she would love to see Bev and Allen’s current Guide Dog in Training, Bud. Hats off to them for guiding 17 Dogs into service. So go Bud, Go. You’ll be number 18 if you keep your nose clean and pass all your tests.
Bev and Allen have brought unwavering love and devotion to train all those dogs who bring their skills to those who cannot see.
I am grateful for my vision. I am grateful for my family. I am grateful to be alive.
Twas the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, the most splendid early morning light on this, our Winter Solstice.
We drove down the coast for breakfast, our usual on Wednesdays, before my lovely baby-sits our little grand daughter. Driving south on Hwy 1, 7:30 a.m. light spilled over the hills to set Pedro Point aglow, reminiscent of the haunting light of a solar eclipse.
Later I received a text from my friend Sue, with this photo of little V at the Christmas tree. It speaks for itself.
Twas the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a star fish and chocolate chip pumpkin bread. The star is so small, yet a wonderful reminder of awe and delight. I go to bed each night under stars in the sky, near star fish in the ocean, and a special star sitting in the wreath at my front door.
I’ve always wanted my sweetie to sit down with me to watch a random movie on any weekend morning. It’s hard for her, given her proclivity to get things done, not waste time, but she turned on a dime. But last night our friend told us about John Oliver’s last show, that we managed to miss. Before going to bed last night I watched the last show on my phone. A call to action, if ever there was one, for those of us who still cannot believe that Mr. Trump is our president elect. We watched it together, this morning, while the pumpkin bread backed.
Twas the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a turtle swimming from a reef wreath. Perhaps it was scared by the storm’s worrisome wind, scattering lawn chairs and spinning our chimney cap ’til we thought it might take flight.
We find turtles without trying. Last summer we found them while paddling up the Lagunitas Creek, out of Point Reyes Station. After our paddle we stopped by Spirit Matters and found a lovely Kwan Yin seated on a turtle. This past September, on our trip to Kauai, we found turtles while exploring the reefs at Tunnels on the north shore. Turtles are magic in that when we find them, we are always in an environment that makes us smile.
Twas the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a kiss on the cheek, south wind and an inch of rain.
The sea horse is out of focus. I’m on my fifth try and focus has evaded on each. So I’ll focus instead on the nature of this tiny creature. While traveling with my lovely in Kauai this past September, she kept gathering objects for Molly. It did not strike my noggin that these items were for a wreath. I do not know why. Maybe 85 degree weather and blue sky seemed out of place with Christmas planning. I’m not sure if the horse is from Kauai, but I did see a photo of two riders on sea horses of sorts, riding in 3 feet of water toward the Hanalei pier.