Thanks Ellie!

They steal our hearts as puppies and then become one of the family. Ellie was with us during transitions; moving into the city (Chicago), kids in college, grandchildren, and moving to the beach (Pismo). She had a great life and made ours feel a little more normal. From following Grandma around ’cause she knew she had a Kleenex hidden up her sleeve, to eating at least one sock of everyone who ever spent the night, to gently kissing the heads of the grandkids when they were infants as she check to make sure they were alright, and making sure Jeff got his walk before bed, she was our polar bear. Thanks Ellie for twelve years!!

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Austyn recalls…

Knowing we were home by the sound of the Volvo door closing.

Believing that if ever she got out of the condo, she would be at the dog park.

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Doing the zooms at the park by the lake and as she arced she would make a B-line towards us and not stop, taking us out once or twice.

Digging into the lucky snow piles that had Kleenex at the bottom of them.

Stealing socks to get our attention.

Watching her dominion from my single bed.

Thinking a horse in the distance was gonna be a really fun dog to play with to only be petrified and crouch as we passed the gigantic creature.

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Re-Birthing

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I heard about Re-Birthing while listening to a Nerdist podcast. Jeff Bridges was being interviewed and somewhere in the middle of a story, he took a right turn and ended up in Re-birthing.

The simplistic definition is this: we continually re-live our birth experience all through our life; especially when we are faced with conflict, challenges, and decisions.

I began thinking of my own children’s birth experience. Our oldest was a quiet birth. The nurse checked on us throughout the day, but for the most part, the room was quiet. The Doctor on call was attending his son’s wedding (who does that!); he was not checking in. Labor was most of the day and when it was time, there was no Doctor… so Raun waited … and waited…and waited, until finally the over the limit and not sure how he found the hospital doctor arrived; two minutes later so did he.

This is how Raun approaches life. He is quiet, he waits, he watches, and he waits some more. In fact, he can out wait anyone. His waiting makes you want to take him by the ears and shake him till his brain rattles. If one did this, it’s definite that he would just smile, nod his head in acknowledgment of your frustration, and wait some more. BUT THEN, in an instant, he makes a decision and it’s for life! No more waiting, no more watching, it done, never to be revisited.

Our daughter had a very different experience. Her’s was a difficult birth causing the room to be filled with people and activity. There were two teams of people observing. One team was prepared to step in if things turned bad, and the other if it got really bad. The second group stayed. She had the cord around her neck five times and by the time they freed her, she was as blue as a Smurf.

Austyn lives in a whirlwind of activity. When conflicts arise, she is a fighter. She will do whatever it takes to make it right – she is determined to survive!!

Recently, I asked my mother about her birth experience. Her mother had said she just popped out. I laughed. Mom always thinks things should be easy and no one should have to work hard. In fact, she’ll do everything in her power to stop you from completing a task if she feels it’s too much effort.  As she sat and described my sister’s experience, Sue got very wide eyed and exclaimed, “Wait – that’s exactly how I am!”

My own  birth was also a difficult one, and back then, they just took me away. Mom said she didn’t see me for more than 24 hours. How do I approach life’s struggles? Like my daughter, I too am a fighter, but I do it alone. I would never think of asking for help. I will survive, but you don’t need to help me, I got it. I can figure it out on my own and I am confident that I will make it through.

I’ve not asked my mother-in-law about my husbands birth experience. I don’t want to destroy the  Disney version that plays in my head. I’m sure an evil witch snatched him from the birth canal and strapped him to the back of a broom. She then sped him across the sky, pointing out the great wonders of the world below. She didn’t allow him to stop and enjoy because they were on a very tight schedule. She didn’t allow music on her broom, nor did she allow him to make any noise as they flew. On their short journey she somehow instilled the fear of god (well the other one – the one from below) in him about the dangers of waiting in a queue at a drive-thru. Yep, that explains a lot!!

Re-birthing. It’s an interesting concept. Even more, it makes for great conversation. I’ve yet to find someone whose birth experience doesn’t describe them.

There’s an old saying that mothers never get off the deliver table. Perhaps none of us ever get out of the deliver room.

Nerdist Podcast with Jeff Bridges

Ellie Dog

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Ellie as a puppy

Ellie and I made a trip to the vet yesterday. In her long life, we’ve not made that trip too many times. Sad to say, she won’t be making many more. The large welt on her forehead is a tumor. Pain medication will take the assumed headache away and the lovely vet that we saw, suggested that we start giving her canned dog food. Why? Why not!

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Children meant “Food at her level!” She was always within tasting distance.

Ellie has lived a charmed life. From towering over the corner of Oakdale and Burlington Streets in Chicago to her retirement years on the front porch looking over the Pacific Ocean, it’s been good. As I think of the photos of her life, these are my favorite.

It didn't take Emery long to figure out why Ellie sat by her side every time she ate.
It didn’t take Emery long to figure out why Ellie sat by her side every time she ate.
Elin's tiny hands against Ellie's big head. Always gentle, always watching out for the kids.
Elin’s tiny hands against Ellie’s big head. Always gentle, always watching out for the kids.
Emery thought she made a great table.
Emery thought she made a great table.
Our first Christmas in Pismo Beach.
Our first Christmas in Pismo Beach.

I’m going to be bigger than you Neenee!

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On my last trip to Denver, Emery informed me of this fact several times. “You can’t be bigger than me,” Liam would say, confirming his place in the world. “I’m the oldest.”

On the same visit, Austyn slapped a stack of bills on the table, “Just under $10,000 left of Emery’s medical bills and we’ll be caught up,” she said with great excitement. I even heard a hint of joy in her voice – she always did see the world differently than the rest of us.

It’s no secret that Emery’s journey has been an eventful one. Surgeries, scans, seizures are words that come from the un-happy events. In the past year and a half, we are grateful that these events are falling farther and farther behind us.

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What remains are the enormous medical bills that have accrued. Brian and Austyn have carried this load quietly. Their only request of us has been for prayer, never asking for assistance with the ever mounting bills.

This Easter, we thought, is a perfect time to offer assistance. We’re asking all those who have followed Emery’s story to contribute toward eliminating these past medical debts.

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Below is a donate button that will take you to a PayPal account set up to go towards Emery’s medical bills. You don’t need a PayPal account, just a credit or debit card. Many have followed Emery’s progress and if each of us were willing to toss in even $25, these debts will vanish.

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“I’m gong to be bigger than you Neenee!”

– I have no doubt she will.

~ We thank you in advance for making their future a little less worrisome.

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To read more of Emery’s story, visit here.

Emery Rain Ford’s Facebook Page.

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I’m not a princess – I’m QUEEN!

I have a little (well really big) issue with all this comparison of women being princesses. Who wants to be a princess all their life – I want to be Queen.

The Kardashian’s are princess, Britney Spears is a princess, Oprah Winfry – she’s a Queen. See the difference?

The dictionary defines Princess as:

the daughter of a monarch.
• a close female relative of monarch, esp. a son’s daughter.
• the wife or widow of a prince.
the female ruler of a small state, actually, nominally, or originally subject to a king or emperor.
informal a spoiled or arrogant young woman.

And Queen as:

the female ruler of an independent state, esp. one who inherits the position by right of birth.
• (also Queen Consort)a king’s wife.
a woman or thing regarded as excellent or outstanding of its kind:

The story of Queen Esther is one of my all time favorite stories. I don’t think a princess could have taken down the second most powerful man in the kingdom to save an entire nation. Tasks like that require a Queen.

In this world, we need woman who are confident, fearless, intelligent, gracious and kind. Qualities a princess typically doesn’t posses. If we want to tell our little girls they are princesses it should only be in preparation to teaching them how to be queen. Woman who remain princesses become annoying and usually are banished to some obscure island – or have their heads chopped off. This order is usually given by the Queen because she knows how dangerous such immature behave can be.

I’m not sure how or who decided that woman should think of themselves as princesses. I’m guessing it was a king that wanted to stay in control and was smart enough to know that keeping woman in the simplistic and cute role of princess would secure his throne for many years.

I’m not a princess. Don’t want to be treated like one either, don’t want to be thought of as one. I want to be a queen who has the power, authority and respect to make a difference in my world.

The Plan

 

The Plan      an allegorical telling of scriptures

theplanFor all the questions I have asked God, there is one that has yet to be answered: God, why did you create this world? It has always seemed to me like a bad science experiment.

I have passed the half century mark and I still ask God that question (and a few more). Years of life’s experiences have brought me a bit closer to an answer but it still remains a question. If  we have eternal souls – and if God knew us before the foundations of the world was made; Who are we? Why are we here?

I was having this very conversation with my husband who had heard these questions countless times before. As always he sat patiently listening, nodding his head a few times and smiling in between sips of his favorite hoppy beverage.

And then an idea dropped from the sky and The Plan was born. The Plan is a story of a group of people who were deceived in leaving the Kingdom in search of something greater. A plan is required to bring those who left home again. There is a King – guess who he is – and a Queen who is my idle. They have seven sons; one of which is willing to sacrifice all for the Fallen Souls. There’s a flood, a few lions, some miracles called works of the Kingdom; and of course the evilest Patho who is out to destroy it all.
“It’s a beautiful story, but what makes it profound is the way it is told.”

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