Posts Tagged ‘friends’
Life Review
We attended an incredibly moving memorial service yesterday, followed by a celebration of life for a man who made everyone feel as if they were his best friend. What a gift he was to us all. Rob White left us way too soon. I couldn’t help this feeling that I failed to communicate to him, in words, how great a guy he was to me. I have to rely on my sense of how large a percentage of our communication is non-verbal, and that he picked up on my vibe of appreciation for him. It is an honor to have known such a special person.
That leads me to the realization that we are all special people. I guess there are too many people in the world to come to know them all, even casually, let alone well enough to be bathed in each individual’s specialness. Luckily, love is boundless and unending, so I can endeavor to non-verbally communicate love to everyone, whether I know them or not. I am far short of words to adequately express how I feel to those of you who have come to mean the most to me. Being somewhat of a sequential processor, my failing to fully convey my love and appreciation in words to those closest to me would keep me from ever getting around to beginning to tell mere acquaintances, let alone total strangers.
Do other people find themselves mentally wandering into the “it’s all about me” thinking at ceremonies like weddings and funerals and subsequently processing their own life review? When I do it, there is an embarrassing sense of selfishness that comes with it, but it is in my nature. My life feels beyond my capacity to comprehend. Trying to remember things about my past tends to reveal how much of it I can’t recall at all. It is fragmented, and the pieces are disjointed.
I don’t need past lives to explore. I’ve got this mysterious one, right here. Who was I all those decades ago? I hope someone took pictures.
Even if I can’t recall every detail, I do carry that non-verbal sense, the “vibe” from all the people who have contributed to helping me become the person I am today. If I adjust my focus, I can notice that I feel the love of others, even when they haven’t verbally expressed it.
It goes both ways. If I can practice sending out love to the world of souls, I can also practice detecting the thoughts of love which I have been receiving from others. In the end, I think that just might be the more important of the two.
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Special Day
This day used to just be January 31st on the calendar, but a year ago someone came along and claimed it for her birthday, and in doing so, made my friend Katie a Momma. Little Lilia achieves the milestone of her first birthday today. Everybody send her love!
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Delilah sends her love, too. (And a snowy-nose kiss.)
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Happy 1st Birthday, Lilia! …Yah.
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Bravest Cat
It seems as though a pattern is being revealed to us where we start talking about reaching the limits of our patience with trying to make progress normalizing relations between our cats and dog, and then they suddenly make big gains toward the goal. In the last few days, Delilah and Pequenita have been working diligently to practice co-existing peacefully.
While Mozyr has lagged behind in the bedroom, the two females have been spending a lot of time fraternizing out in the main room. We are leaving a gate up, blocking the hallway to our bedroom now, and Delilah often waits by that gate for Pequenita to venture out. That little cat is being the brave one and stepping out in plain view, even as the dog winds up with excitement over the mere sight of her.
Occasionally, Delilah is able to play it cool long enough that it appears we’ve reach a new drama-free mutual acceptance between them. It offers us rewarding glimpses of what it might possibly be like someday. Pequenita will walk right under Delilah and stroll about calmly and slowly, while Delilah peers down at her with a look of surprised disbelief.
It is almost too funny to watch Delilah struggle to control herself, and eventually her wagging tail gets so much momentum that it swings the front of her body into action, springing back and forth in attempt to get the cat to play. It looks as though, if she thought she could get away with it, Delilah would snatch the little kitty up like a chew toy and run around squeaking her.
When the energy gets to be too much, Pequenita pins her ears back, turns sideways, and in no uncertain terms hisses a powerful message that backs Delilah off. The cat also practices a mean swing that has already taught Delilah to be quick to back away when she is bouncing around in hopes of some play.
When it gets too overwhelming for Pequenita, she just sprints back behind the gate for a while. After the dog has calmed down again, ‘Nita will return and try the exercise another time. We are surprised at how quickly she has been returning. It is often enough that it seems evident that it is an intentional experiment toward achieving normalization.
We couldn’t ask for anything more from Pequenita. She is truly one cool, brave cat.
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Priceless Gift
Our friends left us three days ago to return to their home in Guatemala where it is warm and green. You know that a deep connection was made when you feel a part of you is missing after a friend departs. We are experiencing that, times four. Maybe it is amplified by the intense blast of cold temperatures now arriving in their absence. It’s as if a part of us has frozen.
Deep connections that get stretched across great distances will change over time, but they never end. My experience of returning home from Portugal has given me the opportunity to notice how the long-distance connection matures over time. The special people in our lives become so much a part of us that we are never really separated. I get a sense of Ian Rowcliffe in almost everything I do, and thoughts of him are perfused with the spirits of his family and the local friends to whom we were introduced.
The Morales family are now permanently bonded with us and are with us in everything we do from now on. A seed has been planted that has us imagining what steps we must achieve to allow us to travel to Guatemala to visit them there and meet their family and friends. We also feel a strong desire to lure them back to visit us when Wintervale is warm again and thick with green growing things.
I miss young Marco’s laughter and fullness of life, Jose’s endless energy and honest curiosity, Dunia’s brilliantly happy spirit and keen intuition, and Marco Vini’s wise and artistic peacefulness whether working or playing. I keep hearing the beautiful sound of their voices in my head as I go about the return to my old routine.
We are filled with the richness of the gift of new friendship, a connection with a family of precious people. They are gone from us now, but they will never be forgotten. Their spirits continue to permeate more than just our minds at Wintervale, as our horses and Delilah were influenced, as well.
Their visit and the bond of friendship we have received is a truly priceless precious gift.
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Sledding Fun
Julian created some fun gif images showing our sledding adventures up at the lake place. Here are a couple with he and Jose taking some runs down the hill onto the lake. Just click on them to see the motion!
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Sounds like our guests got out of here in the nick of time. The days ahead are predicted to be colder than it was last week. It has been a long time since we had a winter as cold and snowy as this one has been thus far.
It has me thinking maybe I should have lobbied harder to be allowed to hide in one of their suitcases on their trip home.
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Sweet Sorrow
‘Twas the second day of January, and all through the house, echoes of emptiness kept ringing out.
This morning, I said goodbye to the Morales family as they loaded their luggage into our truck before Cyndie drove them to the airport. Delilah barked her own goodbye, and then we shut out the lights in the house and all went quiet. Too quiet, after you have just had such a fabulous time with company that they come to feel like family who make your life whole.
I expect the feelings of loss related to their departure are magnified by the knowledge that they are traveling over 2000 miles away. It is a familiar feeling, awaking memories of the time Cyndie and I departed from Portugal, saying goodbye to the Rowcliffe family who we had grown close to during a two-week visit there.
It is the feeling I get every time my annual June bicycle trip comes to an end and all the precious souls I have communed with for the preceding week scatter in all directions for the places they call home.
It is a separation from people who have enriched and expanded my world and caused me to grow in ways I never imagined.
I’m pretty sure Delilah will miss the attention she was getting from our friends. Younger son, Jose, turned Delilah into a lap dog with the connection he seemed to make with her.
I expect the horses will miss the extra attention they have been enjoying from people who are “horse-smart.” I know I will miss the support that Marco and Dunia provided toward caring for our herd.
The feelings of sorrow for the parting are easily balanced against the sweetness of experience and the immeasurable joy of memories we now hold. We carry the spirits of our friends in our hearts. They remain near and dear to us, regardless the physical distance that may eventually come between us.
Godspeed, Morales family.
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Our Stars
Inside the igloo at -21°F/-29°C, Marco (dad), Marco (son), Jose, & Dunia
For the last two weeks, the stars of our show have been our precious friends, the Morales family. Cyndie and I have been richly blessed by their visit to our home. We have been able to share Christmas and New Year celebrations, and a hearty dose of a northern winter, with them and they have made every event more special for us.
We are lucky to know them and proud to be able to call them friends. What a sweet way to kick off the year 2014.
Happy New Year everyone!
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Ideal Day
Yesterday we experienced a perfect northern winter day. We were told that there is more snow up here at our lake place now than this region has received during December in over 20 years. Making the deep snow even more spectacular, it had gotten foggy overnight and the moisture was forming long whisker crystals of ice on every surface. The landscape was flocked in a silvery white sheen. The scenery was storybook perfect. I don’t think we could have provided our guests with a better winter experience than what this weather allowed.
The temperature was hovering near the freezing point when we ventured out into the deep snow to play. First order of business was creating a sledding path down the hill onto the lake. 
At the bottom, the boys put a “turn” (what has become our code word for: jump) which worked better and better as the day went on.
Then we started work on building an igloo with my framing device. At the same time, shoveling began to create a small rink for boot hockey. Cyndie and Dunia passed by on snowshoes, and after returning from a long adventure, they initiated rolling snow into large boulders. Soon, the classic form of a snowman appeared, adorned with a scarf and carrot nose.
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Marco’s Pictures
I can’t say enough about what a wonderful fit our two families are, the Morales family from Guatemala and Cyndie and me. We are having a blast together. Also, I am particularly pleased to have access to pictures Marco has been taking. He zoomed in close on Legacy’s eye and captured a reflection of himself, and Dunia and me.
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We are up at the lake place this morning, after driving up yesterday. When we arrived and pulled into the driveway, Cyndie and I decided to give them a tour of the community property before pulling up to our home. As we arrived near the tennis court, I was about to point out the huge pine tree towering over the court where the eagle nest has been in years past. I was cut short by my own exclamation, “There’s an eagle!”
The sun had just set and the light was low, but Marco hopped out of the truck with his camera and attempted to get a picture. Later, as we were reviewing his shots on the computer, we learned the eagle wasn’t facing away from us like we had all 
believed. Though almost out of range, and behind some branches that claimed the actual focus, there was a surprising reflection of two eyes and a hint of the color of his beak.
He had been staring at us the whole time, when all the while we thought he was looking the other way.
Thank you to Marco Morales for sharing these fun images with me for use in the blog!
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Lovely Lips
It looks like Legacy has tried to apply some red lipstick, but it is just the result of what we have come to call our “horse-sicles.” Cyndie found a recipe that involves cutting up fruit, carrots, and celery and putting it in sugar-water that has some food coloring added, and then freezing it.
The first time we set some out, they gobbled them up overnight, and we didn’t have much chance to witness them enjoying the treats, so we have been saving the last two for a time when we could hang around and watch. Legacy was the only one inside the paddocks when we showed up, and the three chestnuts were happy where they were at in the big field, so he got first shot at the fruity-sweet popsicles all by himself.
We pulled up chairs and spent a little time lounging in the bright winter daylight of the cloudy afternoon, amid sprinkles of light falling snowflakes, and watched Legs savor the sweetness.
Earlier in the day, we had taken all 4 horses out at the same time for a walk through our woods. It is the first time since the horses arrived here that we have had enough experienced horse handlers available to do this. It was a challenge to walk in the snow, but the horses all behaved well and nobody got spooked, which is a testament to the handlers all remaining calm and projecting a confidence that communicated everything was safe and under control.
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I was the least experienced one of the bunch, and after leading Legacy out, Cyndie switched me off to get some pictures of everyone, and Jose took over the lead with Legs, Cyndie was with Hunter, Marco Sr. had Cayenne, and Dunia walked with Dezirea. After a switch, I ended up with Hunter and was able to experience the cooperative communication of being in charge of such a large animal who could easily toss me aside and do what he pleases.
After heading toward the labyrinth and then doing a loop through the woods, we strolled past Delilah’s kennel and she quietly and (mostly) calmly stood at her door watching the parade pass by. We then headed back down the hill and returned to the big field where we removed their harnesses after the gate was latched. Three of the four then proceeded to lay down and roll in the snow for a little bath.
We enjoyed a spectacular winter day with the horses, continuing to fulfill visions we had when news first arrived that the Morales family could come from Guatemala to visit us here over the holidays. We are feeling truly and richly blessed!
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