Tuesday, May 17, 2016

SEEING THE WORLD FROM THE PASSENGER SIDE

This time last week, I was on a plane coming home.  I had an amazing few days and nights in Washington and Oregon.  I had asked Kim to take her camera and laptop to the ocean so that I could take pics.  I also had an awesome idea about blogging to you beautiful peeps from the ocean.  I also took my colors and coloring books.  My idea was that it would be so relaxing to gaze out my window upon the ocean and color and blog.
But, I didn't.

Instead, I just......was. 

I spent those days walking up and down the beach at 6:30 in the morning looking for floats, collecting rocks and shells, putting my feet in the sand and water, drinking kombucha, eating good food, going over bridges that would normally scare the bejesus out of me, throwing pennies into the ocean for my grandkids, watching salmon swim upstream,  seeing mountains, damns, waterfalls and sleeping.

I finally slept.

Right now I am averaging 5-6 hours of sleep a night.  One day there I slept for a total of 10 hours in one day.

The nights at the ocean,  I slept with the sliding glass doors open listening to the crashing waves and the barking of the seals on a tiny little island a stones throw from the beach.

I spent 5 good days simply being a passenger. 
I went to the Pacific for the first time a little over one month after daddy passed away.  I had already planned the trip long before his passing.  I almost did not go.  My kids, brother and Kim insisted that I leave anyway.  I did and it was the best thing that could have happened to me.  That is my safe place.  I do not have an idea why.  I don't know if it is the ocean's pull or if it is about the farthest I can get away from my real life.  It's the place where I have no responsibilities other than not falling over into the water.  That doesn't sound all that big until you know that I do not know how to swim.

I do know it is the place that I run to in order to recharge and remember who Mindy is.  

Then, I come back.  
When Camille was a tiny girl little girl, she had some problems going on visitation with her bio-father. He had a wife that put bad ideas into her head.  Camille hated going and she dreaded being away from me.   She became very attached to a Dr. Seuss book called *Are You My Mother*.  In that book, the little bird hatches and starts looking for his mom. The mom has left the nest to go and look for food.  After the baby bird's adventure, he and the mom are reunited.   I would read the book to Camille and then I would reassure her with the words *I will always come back.*.    She would always answer *You always come back.*   
Through and through, I am a Texas girl.  I love it here.  I have toyed with the idea of moving there.  Circumstances (and not my kids) make that unfeasible.  DAMN being a responsible adult!    However, there is something that calls me back to the Pacific Northwest.  Something that feeds my soul.  It props me up and sends me back into the world.  For about a year now, I thought that I would never get to put my feet into that sand again.  Then the Universe opens up and  makes the unlikely the normal.   

That last morning, I built a cairn on the beach.  I told the ocean *I always come back*.  

I can't wait to hear it answer me.

 .....don't worry, I'll catch up on the weeks I missed!

Tuesday, May 03, 2016

Hey, Have You Met My Friend......

Shelby?

You may not know Shelby but, if you and I are friends on facebook, you know that I love taking pics of her dog, Kutter.  
He loves me.  He really really does.  She claims that he does not like to dress up. ppppssshhhh  Look at that face!!   That dog is totally metrosexual and will do anything for a treat.

I have only really known Shelby for a year.  It basically started over cobbler.  My tribe grows for the oddest reasons sometimes.  

Here is some thing you need to know about Shelby.

FIRST MEMORY OF YOU : guess I would have to say the day you brought your dog's in the shop to be groomed. However I remember seeing you on your pink scooter but did not know you.


Me:  I had heard your name for years.  First through Marty because you trimmed her dogs nails.  Then through a client that you sponsored.  You *signed* her forms for her.  Now that I know you and how you write, I know that was not your signature.  lol

MY JOB: Owner of Bow Wow Boutique/groomer. Love the animals,  don't hate much about it however it's becoming harder for me. Pretty physical work.


Me:  You express anal glands.  ~gags~  You always won't let Kutter have a mohawk.  I think that is narrow minded of you.  

MY HERO: Was my dad, however Bill W. has been at the top of that list since 1989.


FAVORITE TAT :The first tat I got was a heart,feather and wing all in one. Have it on the inside of leg. FREEDOM....(now u should get a sunflower I think).


AT MT DINNER TABLE WOULD BE: that's hard to just name 5. Ann Richards, Maya Angelou, Bette Midler, Rosa Parks, and Katharine Hepburn. And I could name so many more, Cher, Mother Teresa, Audrey Hepburn, the list could go on and there are some special women in my tribe that I just love sitting down with.


Me:  I call shotgun with Ann Richards.  

WORST HABIT: oh several nicotine, I know it's a bad one. But I've had worse, lol
Things I collect: I guess it would have to be signs for my fence and chips.


Me:  Nicotine makes it sound pretty.  LOL  you dip.  I love the signs on your fence.  I also like your chips and what they mean to you.  

FAVORITE SAYING: Have a lot of them, all the recovery sayings like One Day at a Time, Let Go Let God, First Things First, ect.....


Me:  And my favorite....*when did you last get your tires rotated?*   you are very handy Shelby.  Thank goodness.

YOUR TAT: well already answered that, a sunflower because your father loved sunflowers and so do you. They are bright, happy, colorful just like you.


Me:  I like your sunflower tat.  It is totally you.  
Shelby is quirky but different from me quirky.  She doesn't like soggy food.  She eats biscuits and gravy really fast.  She eats deconstructed strawberry short cake.  She likes quiet....like in no tv or radio quiet. You will always see her with her breakfast peanuts and Copenhagen.  I don't think that she really knows many people's lives that she has touched.  I love the bits and pieces of her story that I have heard so far. She doesn't like to text but she does anyway.  She went and bought me a sports bra when I was still loopy from surgery.  She is tough and gruff at times but, underneath it all, she wants people to succeed.  She knows someone EVERY SINGLE PLACE THAT SHE GOES.  For reals. She does not eat left overs.  She doesn't really trust the internet.  She has clown pictures on her kitchen walls.  I don't make that kind of stuff up people.  She doesn't mind being around me when I am wearing my turkey hat.   She is the one that cared enough about me to get me to start working out...and has never made fun of me or my white legs.  She makes the best fried okra, potatoes and onions.  My life is better with Shelby in it.

She is taking me to the airport on Thursday.  I guess you could call her my getaway driver.




...and yet there is STILL no cobbler!