Saturday, April 20, 2019

the River is Wide

water of forgiveness

I got to thinking about myself today and ready to confess, I am not the person you think I am.


Restless behavior creates doubt.

Depression emphasizes darkness.

Despair doesn't care.

This river is wide and I need help to get across.


















Tuesday, April 9, 2019

perspectivitis

I can see now.
Looking out.
looking down.
looking up.
looking in.

I can see where I've been and who I've become.

I was a woman from Western New York. Where every direction was horizontally laid out and the air sticky with prayer.
Where cumulus clouds were mountains and chickadees tweeted of distant forests.
Where sheets on the clothesline were sails to be hoisted and the airport sold possibilities.

Now I am a tree, a bird, a rock, a wave.

Thursday, March 21, 2019

hand and foot


























I must have been a handmaid or footman in my past life.  Yes, I enjoy serving people.  

I learned it from my mom who loved to serve us; after all, 
it was her way of showing love. She was my first teacher. 

When I saw a friend today and the photographs of her rock climbing wall and her hair-raising experiences, I realized I spent most of my adult life with a different kind of 
hand and foot experience. 

Running to serve my husband. To "Wait on" him—
my beloved.




Don't worry, I'm getting counseling!

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Sea SchooL

I'm officially a Senior now that I'm 65.
Graduated to Medicare.


And since I've graduated, I am going back to school.  I am taking a Boating Course ⚓
So much reading and studying—it may take all year.
IF I pass the exam, I will not only be able to lower our Boating Insurance costs, I will be recognized by the American Power Squadron as a Skipper.

It's going to take me a full year, I can tell.
But let me graduate with honors!


Friday, March 1, 2019

choices

8:30 a.m. - snowing hard

Being able to choose which book to read, what soup to make, what pattern to knit, when to take a nap or freedom to watch two movies—choices are blessings to me, when there is an official day off or a full week off due to a storm.

We live in an era that offers quick relief, instant answers and graphic stimulation. When there is an event that slows our world down—now that—is what I really enjoy. A chance to get out of the race. Be lazy. Unplug. Stoke the stove. Choose life.
Count all your blessings.

And let it snow!

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

SNOWED IN

I believe there is something special about being "snowed in."
It simply means you aren't going anywhere.

Our valley has had one of those events—snow storm following snow storm. Excess snow and then some more. But our house was built for snow days!  Plus our attitude was made for "days off."
Michael calls them, "Days on!"

Sierra called to say her house was made for Snow Days, too! 
She felt blessed by the nosy moose who looked into her kitchen, 
asking for some of her pancakes. Yep. There's nothing like being snowed in.

Saturday, February 23, 2019

SNOW DAYS


"SNOW DAYS"—with Michael Byrne




SNOW DAYS!!

Thursday, February 14, 2019

PAY ATTENTION

good thing mindfulness is popular and a household word because it has become my own mantra or "excuse" for when I take my own sweet time.

I do not want to fall.
I do not want to break my ankle, my wrist or my tailbone.

Almost 65 years old, and I've finally discovered 
mindfulness 
is the ounce 
of prevention
for that 
pound of 
cure
💗


Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Making Waves

Let me share my big news: 


We bought a boat—a Big boat!

When we visited the San Juan Islands last May
I fell in love with the land, I mean the water.

And I surprised both myself and Michael, when I announced, "I want to move up here and live on a boat."

Well, Michael took that statement and ran with it.
By August, we looked at many boats,
the Sea Feather, the Sea Buzzard, the Go Aweigh, to name a few.

But we found our beautiful 41 ft. Roughwater boat in Anacortes, Washington.

Made an offer in September.
She became ours in October.
Slept on her once in November.
Removed the past owner's stuff in December.
Cleaned and scrubbed in January.
Christened and blessed her in February.

 "St. Brigid."
Patron Saint of infants, midwives, dairy workers, chicken farmers, printing presses, sailors, travelers and poets. 

She's a good girl.


Listen—we've gone through all the W's up until now.
What were we thinking?
Where will we put 99% of the things from our house?
Who thought this up?
When?
Why?

But we always respond with Wow Wee 

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

MORNINGNESS

that delicious time of the day when you have it to yourself—quiet.
Each morsel of the morning belongs only to you.
Not a ray of light to be seen— yet a luscius light from within is hot and glowing and waking up your five senses.

Several years ago, I made myself get up at 5:30 each morning. I wanted to get up before everybody else; to have coffee by myself. Michael would soon slug up the stairs and I would get Heidi up for high school. My mom would always sleep in until we'd leave for work and class.

When I turned 60, I began setting the alarm for 4:30 a.m. so as to get up before my hubby.
He, too, had become an early riser but I still needed my "alone time."

Now i get up at 4 or 4:30 without the aid of a clock or watch.
It is my hour, my time, my morning.
So quiet and calm and new and mysterious, too.

I pray I listen I check my social media—AKA my morning paper!  I'm content.

Let the new day begin!







Thursday, November 8, 2018

don't jump!

see page 52 for the chapter on MORALE

The months on my calendars are made of beautiful paper. 
Glossy, creative works of art.  
And so goes my life— Each day a blessing!
I have had some challenges this past year, but many people have guided my way—in addition, to our Lord and His wonderful angels. Not to mention all my ancestors who have gone before me.

I feel them around me—holding me up—
reminding me not to quit.

Each day is a gift and I am truly
grateful.




Saturday, June 2, 2018

Rear Viewitis


I don't want to look!

My anxieties will run me over if I keep looking in the 
rearview mirror.

🚧

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Birds of Pray

I cut the branches from the plum tree to look up, up at our sky.I was not alone—someone was looking down at me.


Friday, May 4, 2018

s e e k e r




Looking—seeking. 

For spiritual guidance, the right path, contentment.

A lifetime of working and finding that certain calmness.

But Ha! I found it and it was right here next to me all this time.

My big ball of yarn!

When I'm knitting, everything is all right with the world.



x-x-x-x-x








Wednesday, March 21, 2018

spring fling

"It is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives, for which we should be particularly grateful."
—Laura Ingalls Wilder

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

ask


and it shall be given you. Matthew 7:7











Friday, March 9, 2018

NO KNEADING NECESSARY

rather liberating to go a full week without anyone calling or needing me—
tells me they are doing well and gives me permission, to do the same!



Thursday, March 8, 2018

"It's not that I belong to the past, 
but that the past belongs to me." 
                                                                                                 Mary Antin



Saturday, March 3, 2018

D N A

DAUGHTERS  NEED ANCESTORS
BYRNE FAMILY in MINNESOTA




















—it's important to know you belong—

Friday, March 2, 2018

I R I S H proverb:


You've Got To Do Your Own Growing—
No matter how Tall your grandfather was. 



My Irish grandfather, Peter, came from Tullamore.

Tell me your story, Peter.



Monday, February 26, 2018

cute baby


chubby girl
with your ruddy cheeks
and dimpled arms.

Want to hug you tight,
won't do any harm.

Let me kiss your nose
and count your toes
And never, ever, let you go.

I'm your mother
your sister, your nanny, 
your lover,

your friend, your counselor, your priest and your nun.
your teacher, your father, your brother, your mum.

I am you— little baby
I am you —but old
I am loving you now
with a story 
to be told.



Once  upon  a  time 


Sunday, February 25, 2018

C O N G R E S S M A N schooL


LOOKING FOR A WINNER 

My husband, Michael Byrne, 
started running for a Congressional seat 
in January 2017.
I started running away from him in March 2017.
This race has not been easy for me.

Michael on the other hand, is focused and tireless. 
He understands my discomfort 
but gave me permission 
to do whatever I want. 
However, I don't know what I want. 
Needless to say, we have fought over this issue 
throughout the year.
Or shall I say, I fight over it. 

His sister, Kathy, told me I was selfish. 
She repeated that word, four times while pointing her finger.
 I couldn't breathe and my
 soul became bruised.
My face was red and I cried all the way home 
from their house.
Michael did nothing to soothe my tears and fears. 

He simply said, "They believe in me."
Democrat Candidate for Oregon District 2











Wednesday, January 31, 2018

FRiDAY HARBOR



am running away—











Whenever hubby and I don't see eye to eye, 
I want to move to Friday Harbor. Ha Ha! Never been there, but it requires a ferry ride and a rain coat. I imagine myself walking along their shore and sipping a latte in a quaint coffee shop. 
A massage and pedicure to complete the day. Yarn and time would leave me alone with only inspiration and gratitude.


But where oh where would I find peace and true love?

With my hubby.


























At home.