Thursday, June 25, 2015

SURVIVOR (Part 1)

"every breath is a second chance"
 it seems like i have learned more about myself and my survival skills than ever before in my life. 
turning and returning to forgiveness above all,
adding plenty of acceptance into the mix
staying positive
letting go
and moving on, chin up, and embracing life as the adventure it truly is.
after all, i am an example to my children and to those i love, possibly an example to many who are reading me at this very moment.
so so sooooooo much has happened since february. feels like a tsunami! 
only this week have i begun to re surface
although believe me, i have been non stop.
1. the move: a notice from richard's trust that 60 days is all i had (now you begin to understand my need for forgiveness)
but where? with the few resources left to me? 
thinking cap worked a miracle and took
me south to baja california where i spent 3 days looking at houses to rent for half the price i would pay either in california or chile. 
i remembered vacations there with my children and thought it would be ideal since only 4.5 hours from my daughter and about half an hour from some friends who retired there and have been very happy.
and it's beautiful!


and best of all, Tigo loved it too.
i rented an apartment for three days and did a thorough search, found a darling townhouse on the last day, committed, and signed a lease.
2. grieving put on back burner
3. lists and packing begins
4. garage sales and craigslist listings concurrent
5. friends and family pitch in to help
yes, AGAIN!!!!!!!
my daughter suffering just as much alongside me since Richard and she adored each other.
6. a ray of hope. two. a few creative moments.
dreams of mexico as it blurs in my mind, more packing, more sorting, prioritizing, staying strong, crying only at night or while alone in the car, gritting my teeth and repeating, i can do this. i live in one of the most priviledged areas of the world, i have found a roof, i have the most adorable, fun loving dog who loves me, i have a talent and i am going to make it!


and the countdown begins with farewells

all my noble, loving friends, hilariously funny
and my garden

mexico: here i come 

Monday, June 15, 2015

i never thought the day would come when i had to write about the loss of my beloved.
i never thought it would be so sudden. i never thought it would be from "the emperor of maladies". i never imagined the aftermath of tears and rememberance. 
it has been a little over la month and i am only now coming to the realization that we will never see him again. it only hit me a few days ago that i am a widow.
and then everything changed. no more richard, no more home, packing again, relicating again, starting over again.
eleven years........

Sunday, March 22, 2015


the number 21, a lucky number=spring
the winter was long this year so i am especially happy with this promising season. I have already planted so plenty of seeds sprouting already and the malva is robust and covered in purple beauty as are the azaleas. 


i've been stitching a lot. A LOT. it is therapy, it calms me down, almost sedates me. 
and all my stitching speaks of life

and hope for Richard
the best thing has been being able to get outdoors, take long hikes with Tatiana and Tigo



nature also being one of the great healers




and in between, tons of reading and Netflix as I nurse R before his big surgery. 
through this difficult time, we somehow seem to make things work and keep it joyous, positive and love-filled with plenty of laughter too.


i guess you can guess that just by the colors we surround ourselves with





and fresh flowers ALWAYS



there is little to complain about other than  this prolonged wait for R's surgery





puppykins sends his love