Words from the Heart

Image via Wikipedia When my girls were little, they loved to hear the adventures of that rolly-polly bear, named Pooh.  Winnie the Pooh and Piglet were two of the favorite characters, while Owl, Rabbit, Tigger, Kanga, Roo and Eyeore followed close behind. When Courtney, my second daughter, was born 31 years ago, today, she was given a small Pooh bear.  Somewhere along the line, I began calling her, Courtney-Roo or Roo for short.  It's one of those terms of endearment that parents create because something touches them about their child.   As I sit here writing, I can't believe 31 years have past since she came into our lives.  This is more years than I was old at the time!  From the first day, she was an enjoyer.  Give her an old box and she was captain of her own ship, a fairy princess in a castle, Old Mother Hubbard with all her children or any number of other characters in her repertoire of make believe. Courtney and Gwendolyn, her older sis...

One of my blogging buddies, Melissa Ann Goodwin, author of The Christmas Village , wrote about packing up her Mom's China teacups.  I immediately resonated with her post.  (Click on her name to go visit her blog.) I, too, had a Mom who had teacups and felt they were special. My Mom died two years ago, but I still long for her.  Often, when I see the teacups, I remember times we shared together, with family and later with my girls. When I bought my home, several years ago, Roger surprised me with a built in display for my teacups.  Many of them are Momma's, a few are my grandmother's, the rest have been given to me over the years by people who knew I loved teacups. One of my fondest memories is getting tea when I was sick.  Momma would serve it in one of her precious China teacups with the saucer.  We didn't have much growing up and as a child I was quite ill with various childhood diseases.  Perhaps, it was because of this, or because I wa...

Image by NapaneeGal via Flickr   York Beach at Sunset This past weekend, I had the opportunity to spend the weekend with my daughters. We were creating memories. Now, that isn't so unusual, I realize, but what was unusual was that we ALL got to be together for an afternoon at the beach.  We were creating memories! This is something I haven't had the pleasure of doing with them since they were young.   Our day at the beach was about as perfect as a day at the beach can be.  Just enough clouds kept it from being sweltering.  The Gulf Stream warmed the waters of Southern Maine, unexpectedly, providing a glorious playground for those of us who love the ocean.  The grandchildren kept me entertained with frequent runs down the beach to get wet, then visits to the tide pools, then castle building and back to the water to wash off sand.   My Grandchildren Playing Together Amazing as it may sound, my girls and I all got to swim together.  (Tha...

Today, I am interviewing Eliza Fayle, fellow writer, artist, and kindred spirit.  Over the past few years, we have shared each others lives...the ups and downs...the triumphs and tragedies.  Through our communications, we have come to see a strong connection, spiritually.  This connection is what I call a "Soul" Sister connection.    Soul sisters are those wonderful women who come into our lives and who have had similar experiences that informed who they are. Eliza and I have stopped counting the similar experiences.  We just revel in the fact that the Universe has brought us back together! So, without further ado, I welcome, Eliza, today to share news about her new book. Greetings, Eliza! I am so excited about having you visit my blog today, especially with such exciting news, the publishing of your book, Developing Our Intuitive Self: Tarot and Oracle Card User Guide. I am going to jump right in with the questions. When did you first realize you...