Wednesday, October 16, 2013
My mom's name was Linda....she died in 2006 at the age of 63 from a heart attack. It still makes my chest ache when I think of that time....getting that phone call from my brother, Cary. He could barely speak on the phone. Maybe just as much from his own agony of already living the truth that she had died, but also having to break it to his baby sister. "She's gone, Dana". My best friend in the world was gone. She always listened to me for whatever drama was happening in my life at the time (and there was always plenty of that in my 20's!). The beauty of it was that she just listened. Which truly is a gift when you think about it. Trying not to give advice when someone is telling you their woes is like trying to ignore an itch that needs to be scratched. I clearly remember one time when she did say something. It wasn't advice so much as it was more like......"you are unhappy and headed down a road that will not get better". I will leave it at that, but I swore when she died that the one thing I would do is be happy. I would live my life every day the best that I could. After loosing both of my parents so close together I have this very visceral understanding that life really is short. There are no guarantees. It may sound cliche, I know....but, I think it's the greatest gift they ever gave me.
I just got back from spending a week long trip in San Francisco. It was a full week of eating, shopping, doing yoga, and getting spa treatments to celebrate my birthday. It was amazing to say the very least, and I will write more about that later! The one thing that really hit me last night when I was coming home on the plane was how many times my mom's presence was felt on this trip. If you have ever lost someone close to you, I think you understand what I mean. If not.......it goes something like this.....you are going about doing something in your everyday, and then BAM! a song, a smell, or maybe it's something you see, and you instantly can feel a connection to that person. It's not a memory, but you can actually feel them right there. It feels like walking into a little pocket of joy. Remember when you were young and you were swimming in the lake? It was sort of all cold and goose-bumpy, but then you would swim into a little warm pocket of water? It's sort of like that. : ) Unexpected, and so wonderful all at the same time.
I was walking in the Haight on my first day of being in San Francisco. The skies were solid blue. Not. Even. One. Cloud. The warmth of the Sun was so unbelievable and welcoming. I clearly was not ready for Winter yet. Sorry, Mother Nature, but you spoiled me rotten with that amazing Seattle Summer! And, by the way, thank you for that. Anyways, I stumbled upon this little shop with a small alcove for the front door. I don't even remember now what was in the store front window, but I walked towards the shop and "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac was playing. I stood in that alcove, and the Sun was so bright I could hardly see.....and there she was. I could feel her right there. I brought my camera up to my face and tried to take a picture of my reflection in the window to remind me of that moment, but the Sun was too bright! I still went through the motions though, and when I looked into my reflection I thought, "Hi, Mom! Look, I am happy, just like I promised I would be." I spent a week in San Francisco not being indulgent, but celebrating my happiness, and doing things that bring me joy. I think that's why I felt her there so many times.....she knows I am happy.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
I am headed to San Francisco in October for a much needed week of relaxation, good food, and a healthy dose of inspiration. I am deep into the research. That's just how this girl rolls.......researching where I will eat, shop, do yoga, drink coffee, and smile endlessly. I think you get the idea. I rented a sweet one bedroom garden apartment in the Outer Richmond area. Not too far from where I used to live when I was a travel nurse back in the day. This is my official birthday present to myself! Happy Birthday, to me. Mostly, it is just so great to have something to look forward to, you know? I am also going to to Berkeley for the first time ever. So, if you have any tips, please let me know. I am headed to Berkeley to have lunch at Chez Panisse Cafe. It is a long time dream of mine to go to Alice Waters' restaurant. Perhaps some of you may not know this.......but, I do LOVE food. I love cooking mostly. Especially for other people. : )
The San Francisco poster is from Ork Posters. I think it is simple and and it makes me smile.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Thursday, August 15, 2013
I am grateful for the reminder. It made me smile.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Friday, July 26, 2013
Oh, it is so good to be back. I have to thank my cousin, Rose and her husband, Jerry for inspiring me to write again. I just got back from a very magical visit to see them on the Big Island. Their home is so inviting, you can instantly feel your shoulders melting down your back when you walk in the door. There is also lots of animal love to be had from their dog, Mozart, A.K.A. "Mozzie".