A Thousand Sunsets…

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The last week in August, my husband, canine kids and I, spent four glorious days in Door County, Wisconsin. We stayed at a quaint inn with cabins in picturesque Ephraim, Wisconsin.

Marinas and docks dotted the curvy shoreline, and sunsets were spectacular. We set aside 90 minutes each evening to meander to the inn’s private dock, complete with white Adirondack chairs.

Four evenings brought lively conversations with other guests from the inn – a family with a young boy who loved to fish, a baby boomer couple who wiled away hours during the day searching for the perfect winery, a grandma with her children, and their children who gave the dogs repeated hugs, and a doctor and her husband who hailed from flooded Houston, but were afraid to check texts and voice messages for fear they would be homeless when they returned.

Just as the people we met were unique, so were the sunsets – pastel pink clouds, blue violet strands dancing across the glassy bay, ebony silhouettes set against golden-hued horizons – no two alike, painted by God’s hands.

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And no matter how routine our sunset ritual seemed, I welcomed the hand-holding with my husband, and the dogs’ tags jingling as we stepped lightly across the two-lane road, to settle on the wooden Adirondacks. I never tired of this. It was our time to chill. No schedules. No worries. No expectations. Nature doing what nature does best, in all its splendor.

During the day we visited new coffeehouses, ice crea20170827_192050 cherry crumblem parlors, creameries with homemade gelato, chocolate establishments, gift shops or restaurants or markets selling cherry-themed products – cherry crumble, cherry pie, cherry salsa, cherry jam, cherry granola, cherry juice, and cherry spumante. You name it, we tried it.

We hiked along fairy-forest paths that paralleled aquamarine harbors, sank our feet in sandy beaches sometimes tripping over pebbles, stood atop cliff outcroppings with lofty expectations of jumping in (well, at least my husband), traipsed through sunflower fields, visited art galleries, observed an authentic fish-boil from the porch of our tiny cottage, and frequented dog-friendly cafes and restaurants. A special thanks to Buttercups Coffee in Egg Harbor for loving on the dogs so sweetly.

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I’ve not felt this relaxed since our anniversary trip to Pearl Harbor, and the grandiose waterfalls, beaches, and stunning scenery in Maui, Hawaii.

But of course, travel back to that familiar place is inevitable – home.

Last evening, I listened for the beauty at our abode –

It showed me favor in the crisp fall air with crickets chirping, coyotes wailing, the faint sound of a motorcycle revving its engine in the distance, the monotonous hum of our refrigerator, and the sound of voices from the television on the lower level.

Four cats reposed in harmony – one cleaning and preening velvety fur and precious paws while sniffing night air, another curled up on the sofa, one more playing hide and seek in the tunnel of the kitty city condo, and one waiting at the garage door for Daddy to come home from a long day’s work.

Two goofy canines slumbered on the king size master bed complete with tons of throw pillows. They dreamt of running as they yelped and fidgeted.

It’s nights like these I cherish the ceiling fan pushing cool air downward from the open window as I nestle ‘snug as a bug’ under the covers.

It’s times like these that remind me of the thousand sunsets of my life I’ve been lucky enough to share with loved ones, by quieting my mind, and realizing that beauty is universal.

Stop. Listen. Observe. Feel.

Quiet your mind, and look for the sunsets in your life. What you’ll discover might just be amazing!

Peace out and love,





A Walk in the Woods….

Yesterday, the morning air was crisp, and my senses were awake to the sights of October in all its fall regalia. Took a walk with the canine kids on our three acres and found some amazing feats of nature.

They reminded of a song by Chris Tomlin – “Indescribable” — the first part goes like this:

“From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea
Creation’s revealing Your majesty
From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring
Every creature unique in the song that it sings
All exclaiming
Indescribable, uncontainable,
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.
You are amazing God”
Please enjoy my photo journey that I’ll do my best to describe…

20151013_085236 fuzzy seedpod copyrA white fuzzy seedpod…

20151013_085130 knarled tree trunk crop copryA knarled tee trunk reminding me of a scene from a fairy tale…

20151013_085315 berries crop copyrberries that looked like miniature tomatoes…

20151013_085210 leaf crop copyra tree changing colors, and the affects of pests, but still beautiful…

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20151013_085409 dried queen anne's lace copy crop copyrA dried flower that mimics tiny stars…

20151013_085442 deer like trunk crop copyra fallen branch that looks likes a doe’s face…

20151013_085614 corn copy copyrcorn stripped clean from the husk….

20151013_085533 leaf crop copyra sunset in a leaf…

And finally, when our walk was finished, I snapped this pic of the dogs. You can sense the happiness they are feeling (well, at least one of them!)

20151013_090117 dogs revised cropTake time to notice the universal beauty in nature and everything around us, and you’ll soon realize we’re all connected….

Do Bugs Trust?

I posed a question to my facebook friends the other day.

Do bugs trust?

One friend stated that they didn’t believe insects had feelings or emotions.

Another friend said that any living thing can sense an energy – good or bad.  She went on to say that living with three dogs she adores (and finds amazing), she feels a greater awareness and a connectedness to, and interest in ‘life’.  She even removes crickets from her teaching room at school.

Yet another friend commented “I feel that insects, like animals, can’t think like humans do, but do feel as though they sense things better than humans.  Geese mate for life.”  Her brother’s dog knows exactly when they return or when a storm is brewing.  Insects can sense food is nearby.

My husband mentioned that elephants must trust their trainers. Dame Daphne Sheldrick knows this first-hand.  Head of Wildlife Trust, she saves Africa’s orphaned elephant babies.   Baby elephants need their mother’s milk for normally the first three years of their life.  Workers at her organization, take over this role – feeding the babies.

Ms. Sheldrick says, “The elephants must love their keepers.  The keepers must love the elephants because an elephant can read your heart.  They know.”

Which brings me back to the question, “Do bugs (and animals) trust?”

I feel that bugs and animals, can sense positive and negative energy and get a reading or a vibe from humans. A sort of universality beauty, as Ralph Waldo Emerson once said in his ninth essay “The Oversoul.”  A oneness.  Every living thing is somehow connected to every other living thing.

A proclaimed treehugger –

I’ve rescued a butterfly stranded on a gas station pump. At first glance, it seemed as if the butterfly was in the last stages of life.  At closer inspection, its wing was inverted (out of place).  I helped the little guy out, moved the wing back to its proper position and watched it flutter off.

Found in the tall grass at my previous home, I’ve taken newborn bunnies to the vet in hopes of finding them homes.  This seemed more important than getting to work on time.

When our dog Mitch ripped three layers of skin open on a rusty horseshoe spike and within ½ inch of severing a major artery, I applied pressure on the wound while my ex drove recklessly to an animal emergency clinic to save his life.

As a child, I’ve nursed baby birds back to health when they’d fallen out of their nests.

Over the last few years, my husband and I have offered up our land as a wild animal release site for baby animals such as squirrels, opossums and rabbits.

While scubadiving, we’ve cut fish lines saving rope corals and sea fans from suffocation.

On countless roads and thoroughfares, we’ve stopped our car to move turtles (of all sizes) out of harm’s way.

We’ve provided safe, secure homes to many animal children over the years – cats and dogs that might otherwise have been neglected, put to sleep, or abandoned.  I suppose you could say they’ve trusted us.


Recent brushes with nature in the last few weeks include: a dragonfly perching on my husband’s fingertip while on a canal tour in Sturgeon Bay; a damselfly lighting on my forearm while floating down the Lazy River at Raging Rivers Water Park; and a butterfly landing on my big toe while relaxing on our deck chairs.

Let me be completely honest.  The chalky ice-blue Spreadwing damselfly with wings so transparent and eyes deep blue and large, was enough to mesmerize while observing its raw beauty.

To others around me (except hubby, of course), I must have looked funny (strange) as I asked the question “How are you doing little one?” of the damselfly, while floating around in a big fat innertube.  I chuckled with delight and thanked God the damselfly chose an appreciative human with which to interact.

So for me, I suppose bugs (and animals) do trust, in some weird cosmic way.

Whether my sweet damselfly realized it or not, she put her precious (and short) life in my hands.  I reciprocated, if just for a minute, by pouring out positive energy – a goofy smiling face and some good old-fashioned universal love.

A creature so little trusting a creature sooooo big (me) in the basic scheme of things…