I have now learned that when my instincts speak, I listen... I wish I had learned to do this sooner.

Friday, March 6, 2015

We are Not Ourselves

We Are Not OurselvesWe Are Not Ourselves by Matthew Thomas
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I am ONE picky ass reader and I wasn't even going to try a "sample"" on Kindle because it was around $3 so how good could it be?! But I tried it, fell in LOVE with the story, the characters, THE WORDS. Do NOT miss this book. You will learn about and examen your heart, sweetly, tenderly, playfully, and painfully . A MUST READ.

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Saturday, June 7, 2014

WE DID IT!

 WE GOT MARRIED!!!
IT'S OFFICIAL!  
 NO RAIN for the aperitif in front of the farmhouse or the surprise golf carts that took us and our guests to the restaurant! It pays to have friends in high places.                                                :-)
         No more administrative obstacles or hospital stays to keep us apart
                                                                     OSTAPE
AND CELEBRATE 
WE DID!  In full consciousness with love, affection and admiration.
Feeling incredible jubilation amonst all our guests. Sharing our love and being wrapped in that love of those most intimate friends who have been with us. EVERY.STEP.OF. THE.WAY...
                              IMPECCABLE SERVICE with a smile.  
A Gateau Russe for our wedding cake...OSTAPE, one of the very best restaurants around here and can compete with ANY Michelin starred restaurant I have been to (and, yes, there have been a few) but I am getting ahead of myself.  Keep your eyes OPEN for upcoming posts.  :-)

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Conversation With the Sheepfarmer : Motherhood


 Scene: This morning when releasing a ewe from her box to join the rest of the mamas and lambs in the sheepbarn: 

Me: "I can't believe this Mama who was so violently opposed to being in the box and having to be  'constrained' just to feed her lamb a week ago, is NOW a tender, doting mama” already joining the others.                                                                                                              

Sheepfarmer: "The ones that have such a hard time in the beginning usually turn out to be the best mamas. The total dislike comes from being overwhelmed and lacking confidence. When we keep her in close quarters to love and care for her AND teach her how to care for her baby, she allows herself to then become overwhelmed by love. Passion.”   

It is called loving fiercely.

THIS from a guy who never had children.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Knight of Nights


Baigura, the great mountain watching over the flock.
  “You’re off to great places.  
Today is your day.  
Your mountain is waiting, 
   so get on your way.”  
                                      Dr. Seuss
...also watching over us from underneath the clouds.
This past summer a very dear friend of mine lost her very dear Aita (father).  His name was Manex (Manesh).  True, noble and authentic, the Knight of nights.

I had always aspired to meet a man much like him.  And I did.  When she finally met the Sheepfarmer, she told me, that yes, it was so...

Manex was sincerity in it’s purest form. He was made of humble self respect, and his oh, so quiet confidence would reflect on those around him, to bring peace within one’s self.  You left feeling better than when you arrived.  Really.
I do not  doubt that others have felt the same after being in his presence.  In his 86 years of life, he had truly honored each and every step that he had taken. Always.

I asked my dear, sweet friend if there was something I could do and made the offer of returning her Aita's cremated remains, this November upon our return, to his beloved Basque Country…his Lur Ama, Motherland.  She did not hesitate for a moment and told me how she had always imagined releasing his ashes to the winds of Baigura, the mountain which shelters his village, also.  The mountain who shared his childhood and of which he spoke so fondly.  

So when I return, it will be my honor to take the footpath up to the summit of Baigura, accompanied by the Sheepfarmer, and return Manex to his Lur Ama. To forever breathe in her winds…


And now, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I look upon our quiet, beautiful, and peaceful Baigura, I think of him, Manex, and aspire to be more like him: 
honest, kind and admirable…

It is, for me, the very definition of success in one’s life.  

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Cathedral Bells





Have binoculars, will travel

Auditioning
A few days ago the Sheepfarmer and I were lucky enough to get away for a delicious picnic in the mountains of Iraty.  It was quite the celebration.  First the Sheepfarmer came home after 5 days in the hospital...  I had been begging him to go for a few days and, finally, under threat of either getting in the car and letting me take him there OR having the neighbors witness  a screaming ambulance siren coming up the hill to the farm, he CHOSE to get in my car.  Why do I have to threaten these things?  Why is he so hardheaded? 
He is Basque. It is that simple.

Second reason for celebration? The milking season is over and the sheep and other livestock have moved on to high pasture... where they are under order to procreate, big style. And we have more free time…to garden and fertilize and harvest and can…AND picnic.  To spend a Sunday afternoon wandering.

And third reason for celebration: our good fortune in getting to go to my daughter’s wedding in October! It will be the FIRST time the Sheepfarmer gets on an airplane. AND we will be hitting my 35th high school reunion to boot, all this in beautiful California…it has been too long.  The visit will be short, but I have been promised another one in a couple of years…and in the meantime, 
I will get to do some grandbaby snuggling.

Up there in those mountains with the cleanest and thinnest of air, it was as if ALL our prayers had been answered; we stood mesmerized...all those cowbells, sheepbells and horsebells, in all shapes, sizes and tones  
 You could swear all the catherdrals of ALL the heavens had pulled on ALL their bell ropes ALL at the same time, all day long.  

It was just so beautiful…we have been blessed.
Sunbathing sheep