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About JanetA

I am a nomad and adventurer. I used to travel for work now I travel for curiosity and fun. I started this blog when my husband of 21 years, Jim died of cancer on his 60th birthday. I started it because I wanted to have an easy way for my friends and family to follow me as I started a new adventure living in a small B class RV. I have a delightful little Roadtrek that I live in full time. It continues to be quite an adventure.

Hope Changes Everything

Wow, January has been a busy month. Besides work, hiking, home repairs and improvements I have also had my friends from Chicago and Florida visiting. And it has been fun.

Helen

Helen

Helen arrived early in January. It was so good to see her and spend some time with her. Our lives have intertwined for many years. About 3 weeks after Jim died Helen came to town for a week. Friends are amazing in knowing just what you need. At that point her visit was just what I needed. This January, once again, her visit was just what I needed.

HOPE

One of our discussions struck a chord with me and I have been pondering this since her visit.

Hope can be defined as a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. Or, to want something to happen or be the case.

Hope is something we all need. It is part of our every day lives, even though we don’t specifically address it. Sometimes it helps me get up in the morning. Sometimes it helps me to go to bed at night. Hope is a part of my everyday life. Often it surfaces and I don’t even know it is there.

Helen’s mom is in her late 80’s. MJ is not able to live at home and has not lived there for many years. Until this year they have been able to keep MJ’s home. Early on they would take her to visit and she would travel from room to room and review her treasured collections. That house I believe, represented hope for MJ. It may have given her daughter hope as well. No one knows what the outcome of any single event in our lives will be. Hope lets us know there are options.

Jim on Our Property

Jim on Our Property

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Spring on my property

When Jim was diagnosed with the metastasis of his cancer the first thing he said to me was “Let’s  sell the land in Colorado” (We have 45 acres of bare land and we were planning to build and move there). I told him no,I did not think we should worry about that and if it became necessary I could take care of it later. I am glad I told him this. I believe that the land symbolized hope for a positive outcome. Although that did not happen, I recognize now how important it was for both of us to hold on to that property and know there was more than one possibility there.

Now hope helps me see the future. Hope I believe is part of the grieving process. When the days are not so shiny and positive hope helps me get through those moments, knowing that the next moment, hour or day may shine a little brighter. My friends and even strangers also help me hold hope in my heart. It is because of the love and support and caring of others that I am able to lift myself back up out of those darker places and move forward with my life and know there are unknown possibilities ahead for me to explore.

My days have been much brighter since about a week or so  before Christmas. Hope helps me to see a future with possibilities. It helps me to grow and expand. When I am feeling sad or low hope certainly can help me remember to call someone or take a walk and get myself going again. Hope also helps me see beyond undefined fear that has become more prevalent since Jim’s death. Hope pushes aside fear and I am glad that hope is the stronger of the two emotions.

Hope is always part of my adventure into life. It has been since I was young and it will be until I am too old to move any more. But you know, even then the face of hope just changes. It will be always a part of my life.

How does hope affect you? I would love to have my readers share this with me.

Friendship

Janet & Helen

Janet & Helen

Oooh, I am so excited. My friend Helen is coming this afternoon. She lives in Chicago but is doing a brief visit to San Diego to see me. One night does not seem very long but I will take what I can get.

Right after Jim died, Helen arrived in town for a week. She moved in and helped divert me from everything that was going on. We walked the beaches, had lunch and breakfast out and we took Jim’s ashes to some of his favorite places in San Diego. This was done subtly, it looked like we were carrying a big cloth bag. It was fun and helped ease the transition, just a little. I don’t know if Jim appreciated it but I certainly did. Helen is a good and forever friend.

Melissa & Janet

Melissa & Janet

Later this month two more of my friends, Melissa and Dan arrive for a long weekend. I am looking forward to seeing them. Melissa, Helen and I used to hike together. We were the threesome. Now we live far apart and yet we still remain good friends and confidants.

In anticipation of these visits I have been thinking about friendship. There are all types of friendships. Some last a short time, maybe even one encounter and others will stand the proverbial test of time. I am thankful for both types of friendships. These intimate encounters support me and help make me more fully human. It has been very helpful over the past two plus years to have people who have willingly supported  me unconditionally.

Each of my friends brings something unique to the table; art, scrabble, hikes, walks, movies, dinner and much more. With all this activity there are also moments where we talk in depth. All aspects of friendship help me learn and grow. I also appreciate those who make me stay real.

Some friendships are limited and others expand and each of us grows individually. These two women who are visiting this month are certainly in the later category. I am thankful for each of these friendships. I am thankful for each person that enters my world no matter the length of time they are there.

Today I am thankful for Helen. Anxiously awaiting her arrival. Boy do we have a lot to talk about.

Special Moments of the Holidays

I always tell myself that the holidays are just going to go by. However, it always seems that special moments creep in when I least expect them. It makes me realize that this doesn’t always happen on the holiday yet I tend to notice it more when it happens around the “Season of Giving”. I have to immediately ask what does that mean? Shouldn’t giving always be a part of my life? OK, enough of that back to the subject at hand, the surprise events that made my holidays a bit more special.

Bluebirds

Bluebirds

I know most of us have heard of the Bluebird of Happiness. This year I received my bluebird of happiness. I follow several wildlife photographers on facebook. Becca Wood is a wildlife photographer from Montana. She does incredibly beautiful wildlife photography. During the month of December she had a series of contests to win calendars, and prints. I entered everyone and never won a thing. This is quite the norm for me. I commented every time I lost another contest, in light-hearted jest. One morning a few weeks before Christmas I found an envelope sitting against my garage door. When I opened it there was my Bluebirds of Happiness. I was moved close to tears that Becca not only sent it to me but that she understood how much I love this print. A gift from a stranger touched me so deeply. I proudly display this photo on my wall. I also ordered her bluebird calendar which I also love.

If you want to explore Becca’s work more click here>B Wood Photography.

IMG_3378Last Tuesday I had dinner with good friends. Henry and Barbara ran with Jim every Saturday for years. I am very honored and pleased to be friends with them now. They are both very delightful, caring and kind people. For some time now Henry has been holding onto a plaque that he had made in memory of Jim. The original plan was to have it permanently placed at Pacific Beach where they all ran together. You know what happens when you attempt to get the city officials involved with this minor project?, a political mess. They wanted $3000 just to have plans drawn up. What? The runners decided to see if they could find a secluded place at  the beach to put this. It was decided, and wisely so, not to do this. It would most likely have been taken. Now I have this lovely plaque and we are still trying to decide what to do with it. Any ideas?

Barbara & HenryThis wonderful act by his friends has touched me deeply. When I saw the plaque on Tuesday all I could do was gently caress it. It wasn’t just because it reminded me of Jim. I felt so overwhelmed with gratitude to these two very special people. It makes me happy deep down inside to know others will always remember him.  And what a touching act the making of this plaque was to me, to Jim’s family, to all his friends and to the universe.

Now I want your suggestions. Please don’t hesitate if you can come up with a unique or not so unique idea for this natural plaque.

And…thank you Henry and Barbara for this thought, this act, this kindness. I am so glad we are friends.

There have been other touching moments during this past three weeks. How special these moments are. It reminds me that I want to pay more attention as the new year starts. I have decided that my “Season of Giving” will be all year long. What about yours?

Happy-New-Year-Background-Wallpapers-2015-3Happy New Year everyone.

Happy New Year.

 

 

To the Center of the World and Back Again

Last week my friend, Leslie, from Alaska came to visit. It has been quite some time since I have seen her and we had a great  week together. Lots of walking and talking and catching up.

There is a trend happening with my visitors now. They come to visit and the next thing I know we are off in my cute little Roadtrek (RV) and traveling and camping. I bet you guessed it, Leslie and I took a couple of days and headed east of San Diego for a mini-adventure.

Church on the Hill, Felicity

Church on the Hill, Felicity

I know that I mentioned the town of Felicity, CA in a previous post. On the north side of interstate 8 approximately 10 miles west of Yuma, AZ sits a small church on a man-made hill. I have noticed this church every time I have driven that section of highway. With Leslie and myself up for adventure we drove the 3 hours to the town of Felicity. It was the beginning of a fun three days in the desert.

Felicity is an unincorporated town with approximately 9 part time residents. Jacques-Andres Instal owns thousands of acres from interstate 8 north to the Chocolate Mountains. He loved this section of barren desert so he decided that he wanted to create a town and make it legally the Center of the World. In 1985 he was able to have the Imperial County set a law that Felicity is the Official Center of the World. To support this claim Instal wrote a children’s book Coe the Magic DragonThis law was recognized by the Institut Geographic National of the Government of France in 1989. Jacques is also the mayor of his town.

There is a small bronzed plaque that stands within a 21 foot pyramid. I stood inside the pyramid on the bronze plaque and made a wish and was given a certificate declaring I had stood at the Center of the World. Leslie followed so now we can say we have been there and back.

Center of The World

Center of The World

Janet & Leslie at the Center of the World

Janet & Leslie at the Center of the World

Standing at the Center of the World

Standing at the Center of the World

North of the pyramid, when completed, will be over 400 granite walls with history of the world engraved on each side. Some of them are completed now. Because Instal served in the Korean War there is also a Korean War Memorial. Another wall is dedicated to the History of the French Foreign Legion. Yes, you guessed it, Instal was also part of the French Foreign Legion.  All of this history is according to the Mayor. Another wall that is not completed yet will supply the names of anyone who wants to pay $300. You too can be immortalized.

Beyond all of this is a man-made, earthquake-proof hill. They moved 150,000 tons of earth to create this hill. No town is complete without a church. On top of the hill stands a non-denominational chapel. It is very mediterranean in design and feel. People come here to get married.

Janet, Leslie and Jacques

Janet, Leslie and Jacques

All of this was created by Jacques. When we started to ask Felicia, Instal’s wife, questions she told us not to question just believe. At the end of our visit we met the Mayor of Felicity, Jacques Instal. He was a delightful older gentleman, maybe a bit eccentric yet he has created quite a place. And not everyone can say they have been to the Center of the World and back.

If you want to explore Felicity in more depth click on Felicity to go to the official web site. Felicity

After spending the night in a small RV park in Brawley, CA (I mean, really, who camps in Brawley)we moved on north to the Salton Sea. The Salton Sea region was part of the Gulf of California until about 4.4 million years ago.  The Colorado River silt eventually blocked off the gulf and separated the region from the Pacific Ocean. The Salton Sea was created between 1905 and 1907 when the Colorado River broke through diversion canals in the irrigation system in Imperial County. It is a dead sea and is dependent on the river and rain. What is really interesting and good for bird watchers are the millions of birds that winter on this lake. Leslie and I found a great spot to watch all the activity. It was a great morning.

Photos of the Salton Sea

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Hiking in the Wash

Hiking in the Wash

Celebrating Hanukkah

Celebrating Hanukkah

From there we moved on in to the  Anza Borrego Desert, one of my favorite deserts. It is so alive. We boondocked at one of my favorite back country campsites. After a day of rain on our first day, the washes were clean and fun to hike. Leslie and I celebrated Hanukkah in my RT in the Desert. I learned a lot this week and I was honored to celebrate this event with Les.

On our last day we drove into Borrego Springs and I was able to show Leslie the Galleta Meadows Sculptures that are scattered around the town.The late Dennis Avery, owner of the Meadows envisioned the idea of adding free-standing art to his property with original steel welded sculptures created by Ricardo Breceda. These sculptures are amazing and fun to look at.

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Galletta Meadows

We ended our few days in Descanso visiting friends of Leslie’s. It was a good dinner and great conversation in a beautiful adobe home in the mountains east of San Diego.

You may think that we covered some territory in three days, and we did. The nicest part was that it never felt rushed. I am frequently asked how it is to travel with someone else in my small very cute RT. It has been a good experience every time I have traveled with a friend. Usually when I am traveling with someone we have a conversation before we leave so both of us are aware of the limited space we will live in/ I enjoy other people’s company. It is a time where we can connect and talk and share each other’s lives and enjoy the beauty of nature and the unique places along the way.

Each friend, each person I meet continue to help me find my way into my new life. And…it is often fun. I am very glad that I went to the Center of the World and back.

To view all photos from this trip click below.

Center of the World

 

 

Being Kind

bluebirdLast Sunday in yoga class, Lisa, the teacher, read a quote from a book. To paraphrase it, “Kindness is gratitude in action” I have been pondering this since then. This blog, after all, is titled “Journeys of Thankfulness”.

Not too long ago I was told about an interaction between a reporter and the Dalai Lama. She asked him for a brief reply to what was the most important thing he could tell others. His response was “Be Kind”. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less-just Be Kind.

I have been in “The Valley”, Northridge, for Thanksgiving, spending it with Jim’s family. It was a good holiday. Now I am on my way home on the train. While I was waiting for the train I all of a sudden needed a bathroom, badly. I went in and out of several places and was told no bathroom. Then I went into a laundromat and the bathroom required a quarter which I did not have. The woman who was working gave me a quarter and left. That small act of kindness meant the world to me. She didn’t hesitate, not for second. It has made me ponder Kindness again. One thing I know is that I am so grateful for that small act of kindness when I needed it most.

Does gratefulness generate kindness or does kindness generate gratitude? Hmm…I don’t know the answer to this and as I think about it, it really doesn’t matter. What seems important is the act of Kindness. It doesn’t have to be big or small it just needs to be.

That doesn’t sound so hard to do, right? Ha! I know that for me, when I get caught up in the every dayness of things, sometimes I forget to take the time to “Be Kind”. It takes a little bit of time to be kind, maybe a minute. When I am not in a rush or too wrapped up in whatever I am involved with, I do find that it feels good and right to treat others well and help where I can. Look at the jobs I have had in my life, nurse and tour manager. If I didn’t want to help people I would definitely not be in these kinds of professions. But is helping being kind? I think when it is part of your job, some days it can be hard to do more than just get by. The times I have felt most fulfilled are those day where the interaction with others was heart warming and generous. I know there have been more days where this applied than doing my job by rote.

I do thinking helping is part of the act of kindness. Being mindfully grateful is a part of kindness and that is something I do every day, even when I don’t think about it. I make the choice to spend as many moments as possible noticing what’s good about my day, my surroundings, my life, my family, my friends and myself. In the past 4 years I have been the recipient of much kindness. I am so incredibly grateful for the love and support of friends.

As this season gets started I will hold kindness close and take the time to practice mindfully being kind and mindfully being grateful.IMG_1956

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.

Being Kind

Last Sunday in yoga class, Lisa, the teacher, read a quote from a book. To paraphrase it, “Kindness is gratitude in action” I have been pondering this since then. This blog, after all, is titled “Journeys of Thankfulness”.

Not too long ago I was told about an interaction between a reporter and the Dalai Lama. She asked him for a brief reply to what was the most important thing he could tell others. His response was “Be Kind”. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less-just Be Kind.

I have been in “The Valley”, Northridge, for Thanksgiving, spending it with Jim’s family. It was a good holiday. Now I am on my way home on the train. While I was waiting for the train I all of a sudden needed a bathroom, badly. I went in and out of several places and was told no bathroom. Then I went into a laundromat and the bathroom required a quarter which I did not have. The woman who was working gave me a quarter and left. That small act of kindness meant the world to me. She didn’t hesitate, not for second. It has made me ponder Kindness again. One thing I know is that I am so grateful for that small act of kindness when I needed it most.

Does gratefulness generate kindness or does kindness generate gratitude? Hmm…I don’t know the answer to this and as I think about it, it really doesn’t matter. What seems important is the act of Kindness. It doesn’t have to be big or small it just needs to be.

That doesn’t sound so hard to do, right? Ha! I know that for me, when I get caught up in the every dayness of things, sometimes I forget to take the time to “Be Kind”. It takes a little bit of time to be kind, maybe a minute. When I am not in a rush or too wrapped up in whatever I am involved with, I do find that it feels good and right to treat others well and help where I can. Look at the jobs I have had in my life, nurse and tour manager. If I didn’t want to help people I would definitely not be in these kinds of professions. But is helping being kind? I think when it is part of your job, some days it can be hard to do more than just get by. The times I have felt most fulfilled are those day where the interaction with others was heart warming and generous. I know there have been more days where this applied than doing my job by rote.

I do thinking helping is part of the act of kindness. Being mindfully grateful is a part of kindness and that is something I do every day, even when I don’t think about it. I make the choice to spend as many moments as possible noticing what’s good about my day, my surroundings, my life, my family, my friends and myself. In the past 4 years I have been the recipient of much kindness. I am so incredibly grateful for the love and support of friends.

As this season gets started I will hold kindness close and take the time to practice mindfully being kind and mindfully being grateful.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.

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My RT as a Sag Wagon, Mobile Art Studio and More

Sometimes I have to go find adventure and sometimes adventure finds me. I have been traveling since Tuesday, September 28 in my cute little RT. My goal was to spend the weekend at Cane Ranch, owned by the Grand Canyon Trust to study watercolor with Suze Wolff, the artist in residence. Along the way I was planning to visit with friends and reacquaint myself as a solo traveler in the RV.

Felecity, Center of the Universe

Felecity, Center of the Universe

First stop was in the small town of Felicity, CA. There is really not much in Felecity, except the Shell Station and a pyramid. Within the pyramid is a plaque declaring Felecity as the “Center of the World”. Hmmm…very interesting. Unfortunately this day I was not able to go there as I was on my way to meet Kat and the dogs, who are bicycle touring across the USA.

Kat & entourage in Felecity

Kat & entourage in Felecity

It was hot in the desert, close to 100 degrees. The original plan was to load up the bike, the dogs and Kat and drive to Yuma. After a couple of cold bottles of water plans changed. Kat rode her bike the last 10 miles to the Welcome to Arizona sign. I became the official sag wagon of her touring. With the dogs on board I drove ahead and met her as she rode into Arizona. Yay. I got to spend the next 24 hours helping Kat with errands. It was fun. The RT continued to be the sag wagon for this adventurous friend and her dogs. In the afternoon we drove across the very hot desert together to Gila Bend. Kat continued her journey southeast and I headed north to Flagstaff. I went from the heat of the desert to the 70’s in Flag. It was so nice to be up in the pines and the fresh mountain air.

Sharon & Janet

Sharon & Janet

For those of you who have been following my blog from the beginning, you might remember that the first stop on the Journeys of Thankfulness, July of 2013, was in Flagstaff to visit my friend Sharon. Remember the photo of the IV bags. She became very sick and I ended up helping her and her family in the hospital. Here is a picture of Sharon a little over a year later. Yay!!! Not only is she doing well but she has returned to her feisty self. I love stories with happy endings. I love stories of my friends with happy endings. I love my friends. I am so thankful for her recovery and that I can still hug and love my friend. We spent my one full day exploring Sunset Crater and Wupatki National Monument. Definitely a must see in the desert southwest.

Cane Ranch-owned by the Grand Canyon Trust

Cane Ranch-owned by the Grand Canyon Trust

The impetus for this trip was a watercolor workshop that was offered by the Grand Canyon Trust at Cane Ranch. Since Jim was diagnosed with metastasis of his cancer I have stopped painting. I am not sure why. I know that this sometimes happens to people who are going through a major life change. At times of change a person’s life and preferences may shift. I did not know if this was the case with me. I decided to go to Cane Ranch to challenge myself and see if I still wanted to paint. If I decided that I did not want to paint I would just enjoy being in beautiful country.

Painting in my RT

Painting in my RT

My RT became my art studio for the watercolor weekend. I found that I painted better being away from the group of artists that had come to the ranch for the weekend. I painted looking up the canyon and it was fun. I loved being inside my RT and painting. Why was I inside my RV instead of painting outside?-forty mile per hour winds. Painting inspires my soul and that is still true. I love being challenged each time I sit in front of the canvas. Watercolor is a mystery. I never know how my paintings will turn out. That is one of the joys of this medium. It is fun to watch a painting progress to completion. I have found that it is a good teacher for me. I usually do not like my paintings when they are completed. Later I return to them and think, “hey these are not too bad”.  It is good in my life to often think before acting. Even a few hours can make all the difference in decisions I make. I review the postings on this blog the same way. I save them in a draft when they are done and review them several times before I post them. I find I edit them many times. Maybe the photos change. Maybe the thoughts change. It is OK to take time in my life to ponder change.

first painting in process

First Painting in Progress

2nd painting, Vermillion Cliffs

Final Painting Completed, Vermillion Cliffs

Marking Year Two-Off on an Adventure

005October seventeenth  marked the second anniversary of Jim’s death. Sigh.

The first year was hard yet I kept myself busy and that year seemed to move quickly. All of a sudden he was gone a year. Now I don’t mean to imply that it was easy because it wasn’t. I missed him in a large all encompassing way.

This second year has gone by slower. I have had a much tougher time finding the energy to stay positive and delightful. This year I have missed him in the small ways.

  • A touch.
  • His voice.
  • His kisses.
  • His help around the house, for sure.
  • Kayaking solo because my buddy isn’t here.
  • Bicycling solo because….
  • Conversation. I think I miss this most of all. He was a very intelligent person and we had conversations in depth. Now I find that when I meet someone, like Silver Hooligan (Kat), and we have that kind of conversation I pull it in to my brain, my heart, my soul, through the pores of my skin.
  • Where is my waltz and polka partner?
  • Goofing around the house and being silly.
  • Laughing at the Simpsons.
  • Getting Ready to Raft the Grand Canyon

    Getting Ready to Raft the Grand Canyon

    Planning marvelous adventure trips together.

This gives you an idea of the small things. The list could go on and on.

This past year I struggled. I met new people to help me out, my acupuncturist, Gayle, a new therapist, Heidi (my other one retired, sigh). I chose to meet this grief and sadness head on this year and you know, I feel better. I am not done yet but I feel better. I feel better, about me, about life, about others, about my house and more. It feels good to feel better. There are times that I still curl up in my house and that is OK, as long as I come out again.

I have found that work helps. I work part time locally as a tour guide. I love my job and I truly enjoy the other guides I work with. I go to some mundane places (the airport) and some lovely places (La Jolla Shores). Mostly I enjoy being out and catching up with others. It is fun to see people have a wonderful time. I meet interesting people in this job.

I worry that others will forget Jim and yet when I speak with his close friends I realize they will always remember him in their hearts. I find I am now starting to tell Jim stories and others share theirs with me. This is a new development and I find I enjoy it and it feels light.

Kat and her pups. Bicycling to the east coast

Kat and her pups. Bicycling to the east coast

Travel also helps. Tomorrow I am going to head out in my RV, the cute little Roadtrek. I am traveling through the deserts of southern California and Arizona, where I will meet up with Kat (Silver Hooligan-see my last post) for a night. Next will be Flagstaff where I hopefully, will be seeing a much different Sharon than I did a year ago in July. For those of you who have been following my blog, she was the one who ended up in the hospital while I was there.

On Friday I am going to a private ranch, Kane Ranch, on the north rim of the Grand Canyon to take a water color workshop. This is a big step for me. I have tried a few times since Jim left to paint. It has never worked out. I decided to go where I might get some inspiration. The Kane Ranch is owned by the Grand Canyon Trust. I support their cause and they are the organization that is sponsoring this workshop. If I can’t paint I can always pick up my camera and just enjoy being there.

full moon over Zion National Park

full moon over Zion National Park

Lastly I will be on my way to Zion National Park and a visit with my dear friend Sharon. You can scroll back to September of 2013 to read about this very special family. Since that time David has gone on to join Jim. We have a lot to talk about.

Adventuring off on my own takes a bit of courage for me. I have at times been anxious and stressed in preparation for this trip. Yet I persevere. I know that once I get behind that wheel I will be happy and ready to explore where I am going. I take all my friends with me. I feel everyone’s love and support and encouragement. Thank you for getting me through year two.

On to year three.

Inspiration

The bike and gear and dogs.

The bike and gear and dogs.

Friday I met Kat, and I was fascinated. Kat is riding her bike across the United States. She is also pulling her two dogs along behind her in their own carrier. She is not biking distance, instead she is biking campground to campground. Some days she bikes 17 miles and other days 30. And she is pulling around 100 pounds of weight. Wow!

 I was so interested in what she was doing that I called her and made arrangements to visit with her at her campsite on Friday night, in east county San Diego. I know that most of you have had the experience of meeting someone for an instance in time that impresses you and maybe by the chance meeting, your life may change.

 After meeting Dory and Bodi (the dogs), Kat and I sat and over ceviche, wine and birthday cake, we talked. We talked about our personal histories, we talked about her trip and many of the logistics, we talked about Jim, we talked about Buddhism, we talked about our shared love of nature and the National Parks and we talked about things that matter to each of us.

 I left that night inspired. Kat had a brain tumor 12 years ago. She has some residual damage but none that I could detect until she told me her story. Despite the challenge Kat sold her home and loaded up her gear and started biking from Santa Barbara. Sunday she began heading east. Her and the girls. What inspired me was her willingness to sell or give everything away, put her house on the market and go into the unknown with trepidation and vigor.

Kat’s Blog

 This inspired me because I feel like this is where I am in my life right now. I am walking into the unknown. I have done this before, that was by my choice. This time it was not a conscious choice, it was handed to me, like it or not. Since Jim died I have been trying to figure out “what next?” Honestly, I don’t know. When I think outside the box, the possibilities become open ended. I could ride my bike across the United States too.

 Meeting Kat has inspired me to move ahead. Maybe it is time to start going room to room in my house and figure out what to keep and what to sell or give away. What is it that I need to make my life complete at the moment? This morning, Sunday, I was asking someone I work with how to get past feeling overwhelmed when you stare at your belongings and figure out how to dismantle a home. She said, first of all you have to know where you are moving to. For many knowing where you are going is utterly important. For me it may not be so important. I have a small RV and maybe I will just put things I want to keep in storage and say farewell to the rest.

Elsie hiding

Elsie hiding

 Miss Elsie (the cat) is getting more and more used to the RV and it might be time to include her in the fun. I have had a realization with this as well. I have been hesitant with the idea of taking Elsie with me in the RV. When I ask myself what does she do during the hours I am gone from my home, the answer is sleep and eat. So what is so different about being in the RV. This is when I realized that this is not her issue, it is mine. One more challenge to push myself through. Sigh. Life can be hard work.

Aiden & Nathan

Aiden & Nathan

Lastly I wanted to share with you a story about my neighbors. Kelly and Jeff are fairly new to the neighborhood. 8 months ago they had twin boys, Aiden and Nathan. I have been fortunate to follow this young family’s growth. Friday afternoon Kelly called and asked if I could come over for a few minutes. When I went into their house here was everyone in the dining room and a birthday cake, complete with candles for me. Man did I feel special. I have never had anyone, who is on the periphery of my life do something like this. I was touched and moved. It meant so much right down into the little sections of my heart. It reminds me to go out there and do for others. Even the most little tiny gesture may mean so much.

Well I am feeling more and more ready for the adventure. Moving forward one step at a time.

Happy Birthday!!!!

Happy Birthday Janet!

Today is my birthday. Today I am 62 years young. Two years ago on my birthday, well let’s just say, things were happening too quickly. With the exception of Barbara, a good friend, my 6oth birthday went by unnoticed.

scan0001Last Thursday, 2 years later, on the 9th of October I finally celebrated my 60th birthday. With the help of 13 good friends we met for dinner at Solare, a delightful Italian restaurant in San Diego. We had a private room and so could enjoy each other’s company undisturbed. It was a good evening. As I sat at the head of the table and looked down the way at everyone conversing and enjoying old friends and meeting new I realized this is what life is about.

Yes it is a spiritual journey for some of us, yes it is about work for others, yes it is about whatever we choose to be interested and involved in at the moment. When it comes down to the basics of life I have decided, it is about friends. Friends who support you and care about you no matter where you are at that moment. It is about looking down the table and feeling such a warmth and goodness and feeling thankful and grateful for all those who love and support me.

This is a short post, yet I wanted to take  a moment to thank all my friends and acquaintances and people who have touched my life for an instance,  for being in my life. Thank  you for giving what you can, when you can. Thank you for loving me.

And, today…raise a toast to my 60th and 62nd birthday.

Party on.

toasting