Goddesses Never Age

Dr. Christiane Northrup’s newest book is a Goddesses Never Agefantastic women’s manual for living agelessly. The foundation is set with “Age is just a number, and agelessness means not buying into the idea that a number determines everything from your state of health to your attractiveness to your value.” Each chapter addresses specific areas of life and how we can embody them in a positive, healthy, healing, empowering, and supportive way. Creativity and joy are crucial components to nurture, in every context!

I love how this approach to health includes our physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual selves. The approach is also driven by health support, rather than search-and-destroy missions of seeking problems to fix. Modern medicine is embraced and celebrated in conjunction with tuning into and honoring individual inner wisdom. The author’s wit, knowledge, and grace make this a flowing and enjoyable read.

Anyone interested in any form of health will appreciate this book, especially women.  I am now empowered with a new life formula, as shared by the author’s quote of Esther Hicks and Abraham–“happy, healthy, dead.”

I received this book from Hay House in exchange for my honest opinion of it. Happy, healthy, read! 🙂

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The Fourth Rule of Ten

Book cover, link to purchaselove this Dharma Detective series by Gay Hendricks and Tinker Lindsay, and this newest mystery continues to shine!  (There are three previous stories about this character.) Anyone who enjoys mystery stories, enlightenment, or both, will thoroughly enjoy this book, The Fourth Rule of Ten.

Tenzing Norbu: ex-monk, ex-LAPD, private detective, hugely likable character. His fourth rule is about letting go of expectations, and his cases and relationships provide opportunities for practice.  A conglomerate teaser of story elements includes:

  • Human trafficking
  • A shocking development with his longtime friends
  • A foreign country
  • Missing persons
  • A developing network of personal support
  • The return of a person important in his past

And of course, the detailed cars, guns, and lunches are still present, as is the purring Tank. Also, he still appreciates a good beer.

It’s good to know some things are constant, even as we let go of expectations and outcomes.

This book was given to me in exchange for my honest opinion of it, through the Hay House Book Nook blogger program.

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Sweet Lucille’s Traveling Beer Can Vase

Recently we celebrated my Grandmother’s 98th birthday–on Friday the 13th!  I gave her a silk white rose to brighten her room, and used a very special “vase” I had been saving just for her….

Mom with Grandma Lucille's gift

Mom with Grandma Lucille’s gift

When I was about 6 or 7 years old, Grandma and Grandpa had come to stay with us for the weekend at our home in northern Minnesota.  Mom, Dad, my brother, and I were all showing Grandma and Grandpa the homestead, walking around and chatting. I was proudly showcasing to Grandma a particular part of the outside, an area of the woods off of the yard that Dad had christened “Gina’s Park.”

Grandma sipped on her beer as she appreciated my park, and when she finished it, promptly tossed her empty can off to the side in the trees and strolled back into the house with the group.  Appalled, I went back and fished out the trash she had left in my sacred ground.

Privately sharing my indignation with Mom, she encouraged me to let Grandma know how I felt. Too shy to directly confront the criminal, I wrote a note and taped it to the offending can, which I then presented to Grandma. As it was read aloud, the entire family got a tremendous and supportive laugh! There was lots of hugging, and Grandma graciously apologized. She good-naturedly took the can home with her, declaring that she’d give it back to me when I was a grownup.

"Grandma, you litterbug! You threw this can in Gina's Park!"

“Grandma, you litterbug! You threw this can in Gina’s Park!”

She did!  Grandma saved that can for twenty years, and presented it back to me as a housewarming gift when I was finished with college, gainfully employed, and successfully living on my own.  It was a wonderful gesture, much loved and appreciated.  I saved that can…

…for another twenty years! And now, I am sharing the love by passing it back to Sweet Lucille.  May it bring her joy, no matter what form, to add to her continued pluckiness and humor.

Generations of love

Wrapped in Generations of Love

You’ll Get A Charge Out of This Story

Today’s guest writer, Janet, is a dear friend from waaaay back.  As in, back in the days of high school.  Which was when telephones had curly cords and were actually attached to walls.  Not so far back as rotary dials, though–push buttons were becoming downright common.

Janet captures an unsuspected treasured moment with those in the same car, on the same ride, as yourself in Life’s Adventure Park.   Thank you for sharing, Janet. Legoland

Mom’s battery in her car died the other day.  She called me….not because I’m amazing with auto mechanics but because I’m the closest in physical location.  Said she had a battery charger and could I come over so that she’s not doing this by herself. Of course I said yes….not knowing a lick about how to charge a battery.  I don’t even know for sure how to jump-start one with another car.
 
I called my husband on my way and got the basics….black/negative, red/positive.  Fingers crossed and a Hail Mary and we’re good to go.
 
Mom’s and my first dilemma is that there’s a plastic cap over the positive charge piece.  Mom was sure it didn’t come off and I was sure it should because we needed metal, not plastic (I did pay attention in science).  Finally purely by accident I squeeze the cap and off it pops…. Mom was very impressed. 
 
We had the battery charger sitting on a stool and Mom plugged the extension cord into the wall.  I told her not to plug it into the battery charger until I put the clamps onto the car….black/negative, red/positive.  Mom was again impressed… so I had to admit that my husband told me on the phone. 
 
We now weren’t sure when the last time the battery charger had been used, and when Dad was alive he kept everything from 1902 on…. So when Mom plugged in the extension cord, we both scrunched up our faces and turned away.  Nothing.  Phew.
 
Now we needed to press the “on” button.  Even better, we both turned our backs to it, hunched our shoulders AND scrunched up our faces….and I pushed the button.  It worked…just like it was supposed to.  And no explosions.  Whoo hoo.  We were now professionals. 
 
Mom did point out that turning my back might not have been the best as my hair would have gone POOF if there was fire.  Then we discussed all the “hip” hairstyles you could have with no hair in the back and longer in the front.
 
After the battery charged to the green we unplugged everything and I told Mom she should turn on her car and let it run awhile.  She decided she should back out of the garage so that the exhaust didn’t come back in… good plan. I called my husband while she was doing this and told him we were successful, and that I had advised she run the car for a while. 
He told me this would work, but for us to be sure to open the garage door…  Really?  Like we brilliant mechanics wouldn’t have thought of that?  How insulting!  J  Mom and I laughed and laughed.
 
It’s amazing what odd little things give you a moment that you will cherish and not forget.