You can change the world… one week at a time

(Photo by William Earl Thornton)

This morning I was reflecting on the past week and decided to share  my thoughts.

I have a friend who is a veteran, a Desert Storm survivor. We talk on the phone about once a week and I am always amazed at what he has to say. I usually listen to him, intently, about his experiences and his life today. He talks for a few hours… trying to sort it all out. I fully understand why we should pay more attention to the services provided by our veterans; we should take care of them.

A co-worker was expecting divorce papers after being separated for 6 months, and to his surprize, she told him she wants to work on their marriage instead. He is nervous, and excited about it. It’s a difficult journey, but worth it.

I notice people at the grocery store. Are they happy, sad, angry or numb? Do they smile? Are they unaware of others around them? I wonder what is going on in their lives. The people with frowny faces that smile when they see you in the next isle. The tourists loading up their carts and double-checking to make sure they have everything for their vacation in Big Sky. The people you make a point of avoiding, fearing their negativity will jump into your cart. The focused merchandisers that are frantically restocking the shelves. And I try to pick a lane where the checker seems pleasant, regardless of the length of the line. It’s a joy-killer to get a nasty checker. (Although, I am sure they have a reason for being grouchy.)

My daughter has cystic fibrosis and tried the new miracle drug, Orkambi, a few years ago but the side-effects were too drastic. Last week at her clinic appointment, the doctor prescribed another new drug, similar to the one she tried before, anticipating better results and fewer side-effects. CF is a terminal illness, so you can imagine the joy we experience with the advancing medical technology.

I talk to my my Mom on the phone about once per week, and we text almost every day. My parents are both still alive, and reside in Arizona. They are genuine and I am blessed with their guidance every day.

My son finally dealt with a haunting court situation that has been dragging on for 5 years and has caused him thousands of dollars in bail money, and several months in jail. He is getting a new start, I hope he embraces it.

I talked to a couple of friends who seemed stuck in certain areas of their life; relationships, financial, careers and personal acceptance. I mostly listen and ask questions. I take a turn sharing my quandries, and we usually we both walk away with a new perspective on life, and a rejuvenated sense of acceptance and love.

I dated a man for 4 months last summer, and he disappeared on July 27th. I tracked him down to a jail in Colorado. I wrote him a letter when I found him three weeks later… our letters crossed in the mail. His letter started “I’ve written this letter a thousand times…” Over the  past 7 months we have been corresponding via letters and a few phone calls. My friends ask me how I can be so compassionate towards him. It may be hard to understand, but there is a connection that I can not explain. During these 7 months, I experienced every range of emotion possible from manic highs to clinical depression. With my realistic approach and encouragement, he is on the road to recovery and rehabilitation as he opens up and is able to write about and accept his past. He is up for parole in May.

I am writing a memoir about my experience with this mysterious man, online dating, relationships, acceptance and self-realization. (Blah, blah, blah… I am trying to come up with a unique book description.) My goal is to publish it in June 2018 – “A Shoebox House”.

I attended a workshop sponsored by “9energies” that is dedicated to helping people understand themselves and others. Amazing organization. Bozeman is growing at a rapid rate and since I am a native, I am not always fond of the increase in population. A lady at the workshop shared her feelings about about how wonderful Bozeman was and how much she loves it here. She said she found peace here. It changed my viewpoint and I am thriving in a new perspective.

My 3 dogs are my buddies and my daily saviors. They love me unconditionally and greet me with enthusiasm.

These events are all miracles to me. Many other miracles happened… I am keeping those treasures also.

What happened in your week? Were you paying attention? What were your miracles?

Thank you for reading my post,

Rhonda

 

 

 

It’s the little things…

I texted some of my friends a photo of a page stamped with my new “Copy” stamp for work this morning.

It said, “I am so excited about my new ‘copy’ stamp! It’s the little things…”

One of my friends commented “Cool! It is the little things. That’s why I love you.”

Awwww… my heart warmed.

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I know, it’s silly. Put some fun in your day! Use your imagination and create your “it’s the little things” kind of life.

Short & sweet,

Rhonda

(The featured image is from a hiking adventure last summer in Sourdough Canyon, Bozeman, MT.)

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ARE YOU MOODY?

I imagine your friends and family can help you with this one… 🙂

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Other than the normal awareness we all have for ourselves, mood rings are a resource for the spiritually related individual. Mood rings were invented in 1975 by a jewelry designer and a physician, and they sold $1 million worth of them in a three month period. Of course, there is no trick, and it’s not based upon your emotions; it’s based upon your temperature.

My mood ring is normally green, which represents harmony and stability. Mine also has 4 tiny stars on it that glow in the dark- it’s actually pretty cool. A friend bought them for each of us while on a trip to Jackpot, NV – including my Mom. They wear theirs all the time and I sometimes feel guilty when I don’t have it on around them. Silly, I know.

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Here are my renditions of the colors descriptions:

RED – 1: A hot night filled with passion after a romantic evening with fine food an cuisine. Hearts racing with anticipation of a sensual kiss.
RED – 2: The exhilaration of downhill skiing with the powdered snow whispering with every turn. Adrenalin surging through each muscle and organ… excitement explodes!

ORANGE – 1: Grandmother welcomes you into her home and offers you a plate of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. Her house is warm and inviting and vibrant.
ORANGE – 2: A fuzzy welcome mat on the patio with 10 puppies bouncing at your feet yearning for attention.

YELLOW – 1: A happy baby smiling, blowing bubbles and reaching out to be held. (Or winning the lottery.)
YELLOW – 2: Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz skipping down the yellow-brick-road.

GREEN – 1: A walk in the forest with pine trees and green, lush foliage surrounding a small green meadow with daisy’s, daffodils and lilies.
GREEN -2: Piles of cash stacked up in your 200 foot yacht while you cruise around the world.

BLUE – 1: The waves of the ocean crashing gently as your toes sink into the white sand. It’s quiet and peaceful with only the songs of sweet birds playing a gentle melody.
BLUE – 2: Soaking in a hot tub, drinking beer and eating potato chips while watching TV.

PURPLE -1: “Fifty Shades of Grey”
PURPLE – 2: “Fifty Shades Darker”

BLACK – 1: Gliding down the blacktop in your sleek, “attitude black” Maserati, and the horsepower displays its charm as a midnight stallion playfully catches your attention for a race…
BLACK – 2: Bat Woman

WHITE – 1: All creatures great and small when they can exhibit unconditional love.
WHITE – 2: A snowflake

BROWN -1: A Golden Retriever greeting you at the door. Better yet, a room full of Golden Retrievers.
BROWN – 2: After the first date and the other person says “I just want to be friends”.

So… that’s my life… what’s yours? 🙂

Thank you for reading and visiting my post!! (That makes me “yellow.”)

Peace

Rhonda

Are you the victim of a serious crime? “Victims have the right to know”

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Thank you for reading my post.
Peace

Rhonda

Xena – Warrior Puppy – Savior of Cystic Fibrosis Soul – Hope

Xena! Warrior puppy… savior of young lady living with Cystic Fibrosis.

Her flopsy-mopsy ears, charcoal nose, and sparkling midnight eyes are no diguise for the mischevious, playful soul that resides within her gentle heart. The strands of hair that blossom from the bridge of her muzzle tease on-lookers, who can’t help but smile. Xena romps and bounces, often tripping over her own limbs. Her high-spirited nature begs for attention, and her sense of humor is shown by her frolics, often focused on her furr-buddies… who seem to be less than amused. It’s easy to be consumed by her velvety hair, and wandering strands that welcome the human touch.

My daughter has cystic fibrosis, and Xena is her 9-month old service dog, in training. Morgan’s life began with a life-flight to Primary Children’s Hospital, and a major surgery at 24 hours old. Our life as a family was turned to focus on her survival.

From the ages 1-5, Morgan experienced hand-administered chest physiotherapy and nebulized albuterol and pulmozyme, every morning and night, enzymes to digest her food, countless vitamins, and quarterly visits to CF clinics and doctors. At the age of 5, she was able to start using a “vest” for her daily therapy to help loosen the mucus in her lungs.

From the ages 6-11, Morgan had over 10 sinus surgeries for chronic sinusitus, and still continued to do her daily therapy routines. When Morgan was 12, she started to realize she was “different” than other kids. Unfortunately, this reality was made obvious by cruel teenagers and inadequate school personnel. Morgan bravely tried out for cheer-leading, only to be ridiculed by bratty school girls. She participated with the cross-country team, until her couch announced to everyone that Morgan had special needs, a highly illegal pronouncement. She was teased when she had to administer drugs through a PICC line, it’s not easy to hide.

As Morgan raged into her teen-age years, the school situation did not improve. She became rebellious, and in her desire to be in control of something… anything… she stopped doing her scheduled therapy. Her faith in humanity declined, and anger superceded her logic. It crushed me to feel like a helpless by-stander, a CF Mom.

The years that brought her into her 20’s were like tidal waves, overwhelming and all-consuming. Social media provided a pathway to relate to other people with cystic fibroris, but sadly, some of her closest friends lost their battle with CF. She was morphing into a young lady, carrying a broken heart and weakened body.

Last August, Morgan told me it was short notice, but she was getting a dog, a service dog.

(Xena and me)

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Xena is relishing her puppy world as Morgan introduces her to the routine of a service dog. Xena’s focus can be on a multitude of objects and sounds, as she seeks out her next unwilling playmate, but when Morgan says her name, the love and affection eminating from Xena to her human is genuine, and heartfelt.

It brings tears to my eyes when I watch Morgan and Xena, both are truly a blessing. Morgan’s boyfriend has also been a steady rock for her over the past year, he has been graced with understanding.

HOPE is powerful. HOPE is the most common word used in non-profit organizations.

HOPE… is a black and white furball… a soul created to nuture her hero; the brave young lady I am proud to have as my daughter.

Morgan sent me this picture… “Groomed and Thrilled”. Xena was not exactly thrilled about her grooming day. Gotta love it!

Thank you for reading my post. Enjoy your day.

Rhonda

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