life with lucy

…our lucy has always been a bit ditzy,classic border collie,she’s forever herding us up. “though she is little,she is fierce”

Lucy’s greatest joy in life (besides bossing us, her dog pack) is playing with her ball. She has literally knocked herself out cold running into a tree while keeping an eye on the ball. But aside from the occasional concussion,the ball mostly keeps Lucy safe. Left to her own devices she loves to roll in anything dead,stinky or gross. The other day when we were out in the forest she did her stop,drop and roll…unfortunately the item rolled in was full of wasps. That poor sweet baby had them tangled in her hair and we were fighting to get them out and they were fighting to sting her,which they did numerous times. Thankfully there was no severe reaction,but a really hurting girl. I love this dog infinitely3 6794

embrace yourself

“I have no need to be average or normal.
I surrender to the need to fit into the expectations of others at the expense of my own evolution. I joyfully celebrate my loss of normalcy.. and claim my authenticity.. sanity and health.” ~ Donny Epstein

 

i love this quote and as i am aging it becomes more and more true,there is a kind of freedom that comes with age,an acknowledgement that there is only this moment so grab life and fall in love with yourself,you are amazing 3 1663

letter to my grandmother…

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my grandma’s name is Rose,her favorite flower

i wrote this almost three years ago,and since i’ve been thinking of her so much lately i want to post this,

     Hi grandma, I sure miss you, tomorrow is your birthday. I am so thankful i was able to see you last year at this time. No matter how long I was gone, one hour, one day, one year, when you saw me you would always say my name with such love and welcome invitation it was a hug. Even though your earthly presence is no longer here you live on in all of us, your children , grandchildren and great grandchildren.

I miss you grandma, it is still too hard to think about you, I am overwhelmed by grief and I cannot breathe. You were my touchstone where I could draw strength, love and roots.

You were my mother, my friend, my teacher, my advisor, my protector, my biggest fan.  The one who sewed me pretty plaid skirts with suspenders and made me sit still while you home permed my hair again and again.

I am your granddaughter, your student, your puppy that followed you everywhere, probably a pain in the ass and one of your biggest fans.

 

Most of all you are my grandma the most important role of all, I can still hear you whistling and every now and then I get a hint of Emeraude perfume and I know you are still close by. Your wisdom and lessons will echo down through those of us that you left behind, love always leslie