Happy Anniversary Darlin'!

Today Matthew and I celebrate our twenty-eighth year together...this is the anniversary of our first date, which we celebrate more enthusiastically than our wedding anniversary.  The photo accompanying this note (one of my favorite shots of all time) is a picture of Francina with her husband Wib taken shortly before his unexpected passing.  I think we are about the same age as they were at the time of this photograph.  What vitality and joy and sense of adventure we see shared between the two of them.  Made all the more poignant knowing how fleeting it was for them.  So, looking at this picture makes me aware and incredibly grateful for the here and now, our good health and the laughter we continually share as we trip through life together. I picked a good one.

Sixteen Candles, No Cake

We had the pleasure of celebrating our youngest sons', Ben's, sixteenth birthday this past weekend.
 One apple cobbler, two coconut cream pies later, and the fete was complete. What a guy!

'Stab 'em in the toe, Punch 'em in the chin! (Or how to successfully run a mogul field, one bump at a time.)

I liken skiing down the mountain to my son's trumpet solos or my husbands guitar riffs. It's something singular I do and it thrills me.   My ski of choice, K2 'Burnin' Luv's', act as one fine tuned instrument, like a race horse ready to charge so they keep me On My Toes the minute I head downhill.   For years, I have spent the majority of my time skiing the groomers, runs that have been groomed  into congenial surfaces, to accommodate my husband's skiing style.  When I turned 50 last year something changed inside of me, the Burnin Luvs and I were ready to come out and play.  Part of that fun, was spending time on the black diamond mogul fields with my two teenage sons and kidful older brother.  Reacquainting my self with huge nonforgiving  hardpacked snow 'bumps'  on large vertical slopes almost did me in until my youngest son gave me a strange but surprisingly helpful tip.  As I hesitantly kept swinging upward with my body (a deadly no-no in the bumps) Ben, my 16 yr. old, said, "Mom, when you face the fall line and plant your pole, pretend there is a dwarf in front of you, stab him in the toe and then punch him in the chin."  The next thing I knew, I was headed down the slope, chanting the 'stab/punch'  mantra and it worked!  The most unnatural tendencies, to face downhill on fast moving surfaces and to throw yourself forward punching something in front of you in the middle of a vertical obstacle course,  were actually what I needed to do to gain control of my run.

 This year I was back on the Burnin' Luv's and found myself thinking of Francina and some of our shared life lessons in the most unusual circumstance.  It was after lunch (the hardest time to move, ski and breath due to the lack of diaphragm space and high altitude) and I chose to ski with Ben, and my intrepid brother, known as Uncle Robbie.   As we all three took off in a blaze of cruising speed, I followed where they led and then questioned my sanity when I heard my brother say to my son, "Let's go do Lovers Leap and Ollie's run."   Hmmm.."Lover's Leap?" I repeated, with trepidation out loud, "Oh don't worry, you don't have to leap,  you can just ski off the ledge" assured my brother.  And then we got to the ledge and I made the mistake of looking down.  "Nope, this doesn't feel like me." I declared, shaking my head.  The longer I looked the surer I became.  But then I thought about all the little lessons on my 'Francina's Calling!' bookmarks like saying 'yes', and 'choosing to participate', and 'choosing faith over fear', and then I made the 'leap', which meant for me sliding off the ledge and holding my breath as I headed down a bump field situated in between signs warning 'cliffs ahead' posted along my right and left.  I was not handling things well until that little mantra came back to my head, and I started 'stabbing and punching' my way down the mountain.  By the end of the run, I felt at one with my skis and incredibly thrilled with my accomplishment.  I ruefully smiled and thanked my brother for the extra push and faith in me, and my son for skiing behind me as the 'pick up the possible Mom pieces' guy and we moved on.   I discovered a new life lesson along the way... if we choose to 'act with purpose as oppose to react with fear' facing life's twists, we might actually find our way through them and emerge stronger on the other side.
 Burning Luv Mama signing off.

Tree Hugging Time

Noted Thanksgiving, Pinehurst NC:

I hugged a tree tonight. It was a great hug. I felt a little strange at first, but it was just me, and the Tall Pines.  Need I say more?
What strength.  What straightness.  What warmth.  I remember one of my most favorite people on this whole planet, Greg Samata, once hugged my vintage refrigerator. He wrapped his arms around it and squeezed.  This place of the Tall Pines is sacred.  I am thrilled to be here.  And I love that tree. Enough to hug it to pieces.

Another Lovely Lunch!

I had the great pleasure of reconnecting with Francina's son Bill, and his lovely wife Nancy (both are featured in Stay For Lunch) after not seeing them for over eighteen years.   I was struck how much Bill favored his mother, it was almost as if I were looking across the table into my friend's bright eyes. I was amazed how neither seemed to have aged a bit.  I guess grand parenting and living life large agrees with them.  We shared many laughs, Francina stories, and caught up on all the young ones in our lives who have aged along with us.  Nancy regaled the table with tales of her daughter-in-law, who is expecting her seventh child this month. She recently visited their mountainside home and found the mom camping (for the adventure of it!) by the side of their creek with her six other children all bent on getting water boiling, in order to cook breakfast. They are a colorful family.  Even though I've met few personally, they feel familiar to me since Francina shared many of their escapades during our visits.  I hope to meet more along the way and definitely will not wait another eighteen years before I see dear Nancy and Bill again. An added bonus to the visit was their son Clarke, who chose to join us.   Francina was a major beacon in his life and I look forward to sharing thoughts about her influences and inspirations with him.  Towards the end of our visit, I commented on how Francina would have loved our lunch, and we all agreed that we felt her smiling with us.  Next update, Francina and Anne hit the streets of Manhattan.  Stay tuned.

"Top Pick!' per Midwest Book Review!

'Stay For Lunch' received a 'top pick, highly recommended' review in the October online issue of Midwest Book Review.  (Please see link below)  A happy honor indeed!



Biography Shelf

Time for Tea.

I really don't like the word 'blog'. It sounds like the combination of several bodily functions gone awry. The concept of 'Notes to Myself' is pleasing to me, so that is what I will be posting from now on-
Note to Myself: Sometimes you find the most unexpected treasures in your own back yard. Enter the Angel Museum in Beloit, Wisconsin (http://www.angelmuseum.com/). I had the pleasure on national 'Be An Angel" day to be the featured guest of their lovely annual, full Victorian Tea. If you know me, you know that I am crazy for a tea sandwhich done right. And they were crazy about the angel qualities in Stay for Lunch, so it was a perfect pairing. We were in the 'Heavenly Cafe' which is nestled in well-tended, lovingly cared for gardens below the 14,000 angels housed in the reclaimed brick 1920's 0ld church on the shores of the Rock River. (Oprah's collection is housed there.)The volunteer 'angels' of the museum know their Tea. It was perfection.

But my favorite part of this unexpected road trip with Francina, as experienced yesterday, is the stories shared when groups, large and small, gather to chat with me about life lessons gleaned from the book (see bookmarks, on home page, http://www.pleasurablepausepress.com/). I'm amazed by the commonalities in the twists and turns life offers each of us. We had many laughs over tea and shared experiences, (I was positioned between the savories and dessert, so we kept it moving!) and I also saw many eyes brimming with tears, mine included. A truly delightful, genuine, intimate gathering of what became, new friends. Thank you Angel Museum for being here and for thinking of Stay For Lunch and for having me to Tea.