shifting...

As the weather changes here in So. Cal and I am reminded, as is the case every year, that I am quite a weakling when it comes to the cold...there is no help in the fact that we cannot turn our heat on in this country home not far from the sea, for a family or small village of 4 legged pesty critters decided to take refuge below our abode sometime ago and it would appear that insulation and ducting are some top items of interest to these not-so-fine furry folks, so we go about our routines inside all bundled in woolen layers and scarves...

stop my heart....this reads 'I Love You Mom'

This is to say that the cold has brought me in, literally, within myself, to sit quietly, warmed next to the fire at night, I have been feeling something shift...there is change coming, is it the new year...who knows...but there is much laying in wait...for what this is...i have not a clue...perhaps you feel it too?

At times my feet feel so grounded, solid and strong, but of late, there is a element of quicksand that dwells beneath my footing, slow and quiet it moves around me, if I keep moving it still finds me...this too is shifting, working to make things stronger, solid and planted firmly, to simplify..

I just read this and rather enjoyed

An Arsenal of Feminine Power...Feeling Beautiful

Have a fine day...you fine folk.

horoscopes and remembering...

Growing up my father always read me my horoscope from the daily newspaper, when I was younger he would read what the little paragraph had to say and predict and then he would elaborate something funny into the end and make it all sound like it was together...

Even after I moved out of the house, he would at times send me clippings of them in the mail with little notes and highlighted areas that he saw related to me directly...I loved hearing the predictions, opening the envelopes with the small square of newspaper inside, and knowing that he was thinking of me everyday.

Dancing at my wedding

7 years has passed since he's been gone, may his big, kind-hearted soul rest peacefully.
Then, yesterday, on his memorial, a funny thing happened, a good friend (who never knew my Dad or our little tradition) told me that she had to send me along my horoscope (her daughter shares the same month as my b-day) and she receives them on her iPhone daily ( a concept my father would have had some strong commentary about), as it was so right on for me at this time...it was not until I opened the email and realized not only was she was right, but how the very act of her sending it was so timely and pulled gently at my heartstrings.

Here is what it said:
You have a special talent, Gemini. It might be as an artist, a singer, or a dancer. Or it might be as a mediator, a mathematician, or a counselor. Whatever it is, though, you have underestimated yourself. You have probably heard from scores of people that you have something special, but you don't take it to heart. But now it's time to explore and pursue that gift of yours and take it to the next level. The universe is offering you special support and inspiration for your untapped talent.

My Dad would have liked that one and I am sure would have added something like
"and you need to wear more deodorant"...me at sunset yesterday in front of my father's memory bench...

Here's to you Dad, and me and all the memories.
All my heart and love
KZ