My oldest daughter is a project manager for sun warrior. Several days ago I got a call from her. She said, “mom, Milan Ross is flying in to town for Sun Warrior. We are going to dinner tonight would you like yo go? ” Of course I said yes. Milan Ross is 6’4 full of life and has lost approximately 300 pounds or more . It has made him an ambassador for Sun Warrior. Becoming Vegan was the key to his success. My daughter drives a little Miata and after convincing her he would never fit in her passenger seat due to his height, I became his driver in my Toyota Tacoma. I was so lucky to hear his story first hand as we tried to find a vegan friendly restaurant that would take us. We ended up at the Red Mountain spa. I had a vegan dinner and we all sat and enjoyed the flavor of the food and laughed so hard at the stories shared. I’m not ready to go all in vegan but I totally get it. I am however ready to have a more plant based diet. I’m ready to join the movement for meatless Monday’s . Apparently if everyone just spent one day a week with no meat in their diet it would change the planet tremendously. I’m ready to eat grass fed, free range and organic and I hope someday to do even better. Baby steps. So check out Sun Warriors website and Milan Ross for inspiration. He’s writing books, has his own seasoning line, a cooking show is coming out and a movie. Here’s to my daughter for taking care of her Mom.
A letter to the man that knew us and robbed us..
The worst part of the robbery is that we let you in. We let you our lives and in our hearts. We let you in our home and in our family. We gave you our trust. When the trust faltered we gave you unconditional love and a chance to make it right. You tricked us into believing in you because we wanted to. We gave you support and aid and care. Little did we know you took and took and took. The fact that you broke our hearts and trust in the end is emotional and shocking and will heal over time. I have never really experienced this before and it has shook me to my core. To think that you felt entitled to go through my personal space and just take what you wanted from people that you said you cared about is mind boggling to me. I don’t know that I will ever be quite the same.
You stole my peace and my trust in people for a short time but I will get it back because that’s how I am. You stole my Moms wedding ring. She left it in my care. She is in an assisted living dealing with disease. The ring she had on her finger when she married my father. The ring she had on her hand when I was born. Years later when it no longer fit over her arthritic knuckle I would still look at it in the jewelry box with wonder. The ring I would like to pass on to my daughter if I ever get it back.
You stole my high school graduation ring. It was gold with tiny diamonds. No I don’t wear it anymore. Yes, it sat in my jewelry box.. You don’t have a clue what its story is or what it may mean to me. If Iwant to pass it down or if it takes me back to a younger time when I occasionally look at it. That wasn’t enough, you still needed more money. So, you took my first wedding ring to my first husband of my 3 children. Yes, I got a divorce. I have moved on. I no longer wear this ring. But I wore this ring through all the years of raising my children and this ring means something to them because that is the ring I wore when Mommy did everything for them. My daughter is heartbroken she loved that ring. Through the years I got a nice ruby ring and sapphire ring. I even got a solid gold ring with the letters CTR on it which ironically means “choose the right”. You took them too.
Still , I guess we hadn’t helped you enough when we offered you food and to eat with us. We gave you rides to work and someone to talk to when you were sad.
When my grandmother died she left me some money so Since my first wedding ring no longer fit, Knuckles like mom I guess, I put the money toward a white gold ring with a lovely square diamond. I felt this way I wouldn’t just squander the money away and it would mean something. But I guess you figured it didn’t really mean much when you pawned it with the others.
My second marriage to my husband now came along and money was tight at the time. But I sure loved the simple gold ring with a pretty marquise diamond that he put on my finger. That one wasn’t with the others in the Jewelry box so you really must have felt it was ok to take a harder look around. After all, it wasn’t on my finger so it must be yours to take?
I sit and type this letter after visiting the first pawn shop tonight with the police officer and after they took you away in cuffs. In the pawn shop the man poured the rings he had in your name out of an envelope to identify. When I saw my Mom’s wedding ring fall out on the desk it was the weirdest feeling. I started to shake and finally to cry. Along with it was my high school ring and my current wedding rings engagement band. But where is the other half with my diamond? Well they are evidence now. The pawn shop man put them back in the vault and I had to walk away. Apparently I get the great deal of buying them back at the price they gave you for them because law says they are a victim too, or i can wait maybe up to a year as we work it out in court for the charges of felony you are facing. I’ll see you there. At least I will eventually have my mom’s ring again. Tomorrow I will go to two more shops where you apparently took my things. I am crossing my fingers for more special rings there because I learned at one pawn shop a couple of the rings you took in have already been melted down and they are gone. I saw my flute I had been hanging on to from junior high. No biggie, just kinda weird to see it there and know you were in my closet.
Apparently my son’s wake board is at the pawn in your name. He was selling it anyway he really needed the money. I guess you needed it more though. My daughters long board is there too. Just whatever you felt might get you some dough, I guess. To be truthful I don’t know just how much you took. It kinda makes me feel unsafe and strange.
It wasn’t easy to call the police on you it was scary actually and has been quite exhausting. I’m not a good liar like you so I had to avoid you at all costs today so as not to give it away till they got here. They told me to because you might run. I watched as they cuffed you and lowered you into the back seat of the cop car. I guess I better visit all the neighbors today and explain, Now you face a felony and I face you in court.
I want to look in your eyes and ask how you could do this to us? I wanted to ask tonight, how you could do this to someone that was kind to you, that shared their home with you. To people you said you loved that were helping you get through. I sat on the porch waiting for the opportunity to possibly approach you when you were walking out with the officers. I wanted to do it then. I felt that would be good for you. To have to face us in that position to be accountable for what you did. The officer said sitting on the porch watching probably wasn’t appropriate and made us come inside.
I don’t understand that. I think it is completely appropriate for you to be accountable in front of us, to learn every lesson you can. What I don’t think is appropriate is that you were in my home, in my bedroom, in my armoire, my Jewelry box, my bathroom, my spare room and the storage unit behind my house. That you used my ladder to check even the top shelf of my storage unit so you didn’t miss anything that might be good to pawn. Ya, I don’t think that is appropriate. I do think it’s appropriate for you to see us, seeing you, being held accountable for what you did.
In my heart I hope you will get help for this and I will work on forgiveness. I will see you in court and no more in my home.
We walked down the path to the beach again and rather than take my #cannon I took my Iphone along for the convenience of my #Iphone7+ camera. Which I love! I was focusing in on a picture and my phone died. I about threw myself in the sand and had a tantrum. I guess the universe decided I wasn’t being present enough. It was a tough time. I missed a large rock with green algae sitting on the beige sand with the big blue sea in the back ground. A sail boat, just a neutral colored sail boat in the distance slowly moving along against the pale blue sky. I missed shots of a wonderful bird, the biggest waves I’ve ever seen at high tide and bunnies, live bunnies, munching on grass on the trail. There was a man singing and playing his guitar to a small group. Telling this story will help me remember. I took a zillion pictures overall. I captured the sun going down over the ocean our first night along with Mike’s first time ever to play in ocean 💦 water. Over the next few days I captured many flowers 🌺 and succulents with my camera on the trail. I picked a few flowers and pressed them into a book. I captured the waves breaking on the 🌊 beach. I got pictures of the sun setting and pathways, stairs, architecture, birds, sand and sea. A seal named freckles sat on a rock he visits everyday and posed for us. It was a buffet of colors and smells. I ran around on that beach gathering treasures, playing in the waves and climbing stairs till my calves screamed at me in pain. I got pictures of me and my love and pictures of my daughter and her art featured in a #Laguna art studio for the first time. #Proud mom. I savored every minute of it and can’t wait to go back.
- I use pictures that I have captured with my #Iphone7+ while out on my adventures or when I’m just feeling inspired. I want to help people on their journey wherever they are. The process of trying to think up my next Instagram post that is positive and happy is like a therapy for me to keep my own mind going in a positive direction. Choose to fight and be brave. When you do this you are #choosinghappy I made this Instagram to help you and to help me. Now everyday I am on the lookout for an uplifting picture to take and message to post. This trains my mind to take a positive path. To create new pathways in my brain. I have had the depression and anxiety battle. So have many I love. Most people would not know this of me. They see my smile and I love to laugh. I am stronger than ever and I’m choosing to be happy. Thank you for joining me on a happy journey. ❤
Just when I was humming along getting familiar with blogging and doing my thing my Mac laptop decided it was on overload. I happily sat down the other day and popped it opened, pressed down on the button only to find a dark screen that said, “your startup drive is full.” Apparently my love of photography and my knack for keeping every little thing has finally caught up with me. My world suddenly went dark and empty, a spiraling abyss. Ok, so I am being a little melodramatic but, I am out of commission. I sit and stare at the computer and try again five minutes later. Nothing… It just turns against me dark and cold. The next day out of habit I want to grab the computer and click it on. I have an Idea, I want to blog it, frustration mounts and withdrawal sets in.
Just as well I think, I need to focus on other things for a few days and then I will get the mac into the mac doctor. Which leads me to this thought. How come when I am overloaded and my start up drive is full I don’t get to shut down. Or do we just call that a “nap?” I know like most people my start up drive does get full. Sometimes in juggling the roles of being wife, Mom, employee and more life can get pretty crazy and yes, a nap is what gets me through. Sometimes when my mood get’s dark and the world seems cold just like my Mac I need more than a nap. I need an adventure or a vacation really. If a vacation isn’t a reality which most often is the case I can settle with grabbing my camera and heading for nature or some quaint place just for the day as a reboot. Treasure hunting in an antique or second hand store and always dining with someone I love, My Mike, One of my kids or a friend. When I take the time to do this I am so much better for it later. Tonight I went with my daughter for some dinner and I got a fortune cookie that said I will soon find new Adventure! I’m ready, bring it on!
“Respond to every call that excites your spirit” Rumi