Have you ever smelled cookies baking and are transported back to grandma’s house? Our sense of smell is key to our memories. In the ancient centers of our brain, our lives are encoded by odors.
Our sense of smell, more so than any other sense, is linked to the part of the brain that processes emotion and associative learning. The olfactory bulb which sorts sensation into perception is part of the limbic system—a system that includes the amygdala and the hippocampus—parts of our brain that are vital to behavior, mood and memory. Read the rest of this entry »
Last minute doesn’t work for me. I am most like the goddess when all my bowls are spinning gracefully in the air. For me, last minute feels as if I’m a clown juggling too many balls knowing they’ll soon come tumbling down upon me.
I pack a week ahead. Just be sure I have everything and everything fits. I like to plan ahead for events, ready when the day comes. One of my dearest friends is a Last Minute Lizzie. Every Easter, she would invite us over and twenty more family and friends to celebrate. We would arrive early to help, and find that they were in the midst of a remodeling project (she liked to take advantage of the gathering to get her husband to fix up the house) and she would still need to shop! So off I would go with her while Steve stayed to help him and frantically we would get it together…rarely before the guests arrived… Read the rest of this entry »
For my father’s 75th birthday, I accompanied him to Vallejo to my three sisters in a weekend of celebration. On Saturday night we played poker. Playing cards with our Nana and Poppop (my mother’s parents) is one of our best memories. My husband and I still play their favorite game–pinochle– and deal them in!
Dad’s never been much of a card player. So we were surprised that he was so engaged in the game, engaged with us, truly attending to us. He is usually on the edge of life…not really there…but Saturday night we had so much fun. Read the rest of this entry »
My dreams provide clues to my soul growth. How far I’ve come and what needs to be worked on. I interpret my dreams soulfully—what is my first impression, what feeling do I have about the dream, who were the players in my dream and how do they mirror me? Sometimes I wake up knowing my dream holds great significance—that I’ve dreamt for human consciousness. I had one of those dreams the summer of 2010…
I enter a house, the one with all the doors, all the rooms, the one I can never find my way out. I’ve been in the house many times. Always my extended family is there and there is always much chaos. But this time I am not frustrated but move through the house with ease. Just watching, seeing their light, smiling at the comedy, holding the energy.
On September 5th, 2009, we brought Charlie home. We got him from a border collie rescue — the funniest looking border collie pup you’ve ever seen. The black and white markings unmistakeningly border collie, but the long, long legs and pointy nose, the dancing energy tempered with an un-border collie mellowness… well, he’s not purebred.
We believe he’s a lurcher — part border collie, part sight hound. He looks a lot like the border-greyhound crosses I googled and while he creeps and herds like a border collie, he runs and lounges like a greyhound. A strange cross, but we love him.
I was walking him one morning through the arbolada (The tree-lined area I call home) and thinking about all the lessons I’ve learned from my animals. Read the rest of this entry »
Who do you know has a carefree life?
Probably no one! Everyone has issues, some greater, some lesser. How we deal with them is learned from our parents, our extended families, our neighbors, our communities, our heritage, our religions and then our own trials and errors or successes teach us how to be in the world.
Yet there is more…a perspective that we come in with, that we are born with.
We either choose to view our life circumstances through the lenses of love or fear. Our perspective is often learned. Fear is the most prominently taught in the school of life. Read the rest of this entry »