A Sisters Trip

Stonehenge Memorial in Maryhill WA

Sharon and Rose at the Stonehenge Memorial in Maryhill WA

My sisters and I have made a point to take “A Sisters Trip” when life allows. The first trip was in 2007, two years after our parents’ funerals. We met in Warm Springs, GA to tour The Roosevelt Foundation. Aside from being a highly nostalgic trip, we enjoyed having private time together and decided to do another trip, soon.

We designated that A Sisters Trip would be at least a few days in a row spent together that didn’t include big life events, like weddings or funerals. We have to get away together where we won’t be distracted by spouses or children. During these few days our memories and dreams can be shared without censorship, and we can indulge in shopping, dining, and wine.

The second Sisters Trip was in 2010 at Canon Beach, OR, and included a writing retreat. Trips need to be in the summer until Rose retires from teaching and there have been a few weddings during the summers. (Fortunately there were no funerals for us to attend together.)

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Aligning the stargazing tools while waiting for dark skies.

We just had our third sisters trip as Rose was in town because one of her daughters recently moved to Oregon. We decided to skip having an agenda beyond star gazing, dining, visiting local sites, and shopping. Of course the star gazing included a few gadgets to counter the light of the full moon.

Our visit to Sam Hill’s Stonehenge was extra fun because as children, whenever we would do something random, one of our mom’s expressions was, “What the Sam Hill were you thinking?” Apparently Sam Hill was a notorious character during our mother’s youth as being the creator of the ridiculous. However what was considered a mistake at the time may be pretty awesome for future generations.

Family fun and more

Cousin Love

My Day Job. Cousin Love with 11-mos-old Kaedence and 4-mos-old Robbie

I’m a writer, a published novelist, with books to write, stories to tell, and projects in various stages of disorder.

I’m not really writing at the moment. I can blame Mercury Retrograde but the truth is, I’m “filling my well.” This is a phase writers must accept as part of the process. Writing is not all about daily-word-count, all year long.

There are seasons when the butt-in-chair works best and a writer must learn their seasons. I’m very seasoned now…

I’ve attended many motivational talks where the message was about how writers will never make it (succeed) unless that is the # 1 priority in their life. Women often fail at being writers because they tend to make their family a priority over their writing. Well, that makes me a failure as a writer at the moment. No worries, fall will arrive in a few months and I live in Oregon. We have amazing summer weather – and ten months of rain…

Ed visits me at work sometimes. Yoga baby always has a foot up on the tray when eating.

Ed visits me at work sometimes. Yoga baby always has a foot up on the tray when eating.

I haven’t had any time to really celebrate or promote the publication of my first novel. I know my publisher is very busy with all the other awesome novels in the catalog. I adore being part of an innovative company but this is familiar territory for me. I remember the whirly-dervish days. They are tons of fun but I’m happy to let other do that, at least this year…

I still haven’t contacted my publisher for a date when my novel will be available in print. No worries, it will happen sometime. I operate on five-year-plans and by 2019 I could have a few companion books, and package them all together…

Who knows what “publishing” will look like in five years? It’s only been seven years since the first Kindle ereader. Fortunately, storytelling is ingrained in our DNA as humans after the survival objectives are met. I think it’s shelter, food, and clothing for survival. Then we want community and stories…

My sister, Rose, is in town now, from Ohio, and adventures will commence. We’ve got a day trip to The Sisters on our schedule…

My two older grandsons

My two older grandsons

My grammy-nanny job has evolved into something I never would have agreed to at the beginning BUT I’ve realized it does Nourish My Soul and babies are such a short term thing…

Granny’s know the best time to pull back from too much contact is when the child can talk back – that stage is parenting and I’ve been-there-done-that.

I certainly didn’t let my 11-year-old child ride a 5-year-old sibling around the yard on a dirt bike. Of course I didn’t know what a dirt bike was back then, nor did I have that much yard…

Life is always an adventure, take the journey then write about it. That’s what I do…

The moon and more duality

A Full Moon on Friday the 13th!

We’ll be attending a daughter’s commencement ceremony.

The past weeks have been wild with new routines and insights and contemplation, and allergy-post-natal-drip and ear-numbing-congestion. I am now rational enough to attribute all my foggy misery to my enthralling New Orleans experience – which was during the Full Moon last month.

May’s Full Moon was a Seriously Saturn one, but there was a Sparkling Venus in the mix.

May 20-2014 001So what’s been happening in these few weeks between full moons?

Both my business partner and my husband are embroiled in large company reorganizations.

Two daughters were offered (and accepted) great new jobs. This will create changes as my day-job of grammy-nanny now includes two babies, 3 days a week, and as long as I remember to eat I should still thrive on this for the year.

TWO trailersThere are now two recreational vehicles parked at our weekend place. The one is like a mini apartment and has been parked for six years. Having a grandchild or two inside for the night made it very crowded. Now, The “Tango” is a comfortable bunk house type that is very road worthy and adventures are planned. This set up maximizes shade and wind-block for a protected picnic area.

These listed activities are the main life events since May’s full moon, which shone while I was at the convention in NOLA and that silver light was illuminating all kinds of significant potentials for my career as a novelist. There’s this evolving new genre that may be a niche for some of my stories that are already in process. I was chatting with editors about “rite of passage” stories for Adulting

June’s full moon is also a doozie!  Read about it from Kelley Hunter (She lists many other stellar aspects that are in process now, too.)

The polarity dynamic between the SUN in open-minded GEMINI and the FULL MOON in goal-oriented SAGITTARIUS reveals options and new vistas and visions. … 

The old threads are stitches we are picking up thanks to the Mercury retrograde cycle.   …  

This Gemini-Sagittarius Full Moon can bring out the intuitive, visionary manager who sees where everyone on the team can make the best contribution, where each point of view fits into the puzzle. A variety of our sub-personality voices are vocal. A change-up is called for, though there might be a musical chairs shift of positions before each element is properly positioned. 

Astrology aspects are fascinating to interpret after they’ve passed in relation to what events unrolled, but it’s also fun to have these types of predictions to consider.

Full moon’s are great for navigation on the high seas, and deserts, and Shakespeare included the light of the silvery moon in his comedies and dramas.

I’m never sure what made Friday the 13th famous but we do have a black cat. She is Pele, named in honor of the volcano goddess.

Leash your Dragon

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“Toothless” on his first camping trip. His “person” wears size nine shoes.

Okay, it’s not really a leash, it’s actually a shoelace that is longer than his tail. It is tied only to him so when he takes off on his mad dash for shade we can at least see this black leash bouncing across the grass.

Dragons are high maintenance pets as they like lots of affection, prefer sleeping under a log (or the couch), and they nibble fresh greens between feasts of crickets.

The story is, close friends of our family hoped to have children but after years of following the natural process to conceive, and having fun but not making babies,  decided not explore other options for a few years. Instead they began collecting pets, in pairs, like dogs and chickens. As babies seemed to suddenly be blooming all around their neighborhood, adding a really high maintenance lizard to their menagerie felt like a good idea at the time. However, pregnancy in our family tends to be contagious and can spread to friends and long distant relations.

Once these close friends realized – Eureka! Our dream baby is on the way! – they assessed their menagerie and began looking for suitable homes for the overflow…

Ever since our eldest daughter took her sons to see the movie, “How to Train Your Dragon” she’s stated that she wants a pet dragon. The soon-to-be-parents (It’s a Girl!) are happy “Toothless” has found a new family and will have frequent camping trips to a favorite climate.

But there’s another layer to this story as our eldest was in a car accident in September and was still having issues with using her left arm. Toothless was perched on that left arm as she couldn’t use it for much else even after months of therapy. I’m not saying carrying a pet dragon around on an injured arm helped it heal, but it certainly didn’t do any harm!

Or if we believe in magic dragons, there were two people with a wish. One for a baby, one for a dragon. And one dragon was all it took.


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