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Wisdom From Winnie

 pooh birthday I am turning six years old tomorrow and I don’t think I will ever get to sleep, “Please dad just one more adventure in the hundred acre woods?”

    My Dad looks like a Portuguese fisherman with his pipe and dark beard. When he smiles the ruddy glow in his cheeks catch the glimmer of the roaring fire near our rocking chair.

     He chuckles, “Ok, just one more, we have a big day planned for you with treasure hunts and pin the tale on Eeyore.”


      I did finally fall asleep, somewhere between Rabbit trying to loose Tigger  in the woods, and Tigger rescuing Rabbit instead. 

     The birthday was a dream come true since Pooh bear is my very favorite story, and everywhere I looked there was pictures of him; from my cake, to the paper plates, and even my dress.

     The treasure hunt ended in quite the adventure as well,  since one of the boys (I didn’t invite) hit a yellow jacket hive with a stick and swarms of these devilish bees dive bombed all of us girls, as we ran screaming  into the house. 

   winny-the-pooh-bear-love-quoteToday I am 40ish and still have friends from Canaan. N.H. that facebook me about the party with the killer bees.

                                                                     An unforgettable adventure.

      There are lots of other things sweet and wonderful about Pooh bear and his adventures, that would benefit us to remember;

                                              like the way he used his heart to do all of his thinking for him

                                                                   since he said his brain was made of  “fluff.”

            I would like to share some 

                                                      “Wisdom from Winnie.” 

                                                                           pooh rivers 

                                                                                I hope it inspires you while drifting  down Life’s rivers!pooh nothing              May you enjoy the ride! 

         poohisms                                                                                                        brave bear

                                                                                    pooh listening

                                                                                                                        pooh friends                               

How about you?

What was one of your favorite children’s book?

                         Is there anything special you remember about it that still gives you wisdom as an adult?

                                                    pooh quotes



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The Heart of Life




It was just me and my sister-in-law sitting at one of Flagstaff’s favorite breakfast spots. My only objective in taking her out this morning, was to hopefully lift her spirit.


God loves us       As I sat across from one of the most stunningly beautiful woman in all of Arizona, with a heart as big as the Grand Canyon, and a hole in it as large as it gaping cavity, I felt overwhelmed. You see, her husband passed away eight weeks ago.

He was vibrant, healthy, and mountain bike riding when he suffered a massive heart attack. With the holidays over, I just wanted some time to spend listening to her in hopes of placing a seedling of encouragement before we parted ways. 

tornWhen she had asked about surviving the stages of grieving, I realized that unfortunately, I had become sort of an expert in the field. I had rattled off how after my mom died I couldn’t travel to Phoenix without bawling, but it gets better, and now we go vacationing all the time without any sorrow only good memories. Then trying to get closure after my dad past from the debilitating disease of Parkinson’s, or the restoration process that takes place after a rape, and then there’s walking into a room and seeing your spiritual son after his suicide success and his life’s failure.

girl in mirror This conversation rattled me and I left thinking,

how did my life’s story become such a tragedy? 

It wasn’t until later that night my husband and I went to see the movie, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, that I became inspired to change my life story.

                                                                                    I am declaring to anyone reading this,

that feels the same way I do;

wishing your life’s work would be stored somewhere between the romantic comedy and adventure section on heaven’s bookshelf,

that I am rewriting my lines.

In the movie Walter Mitty has worked for life magazine for at least a decade, but never had a life of his own. He only imagined what he wished it to be, until one day. . .

(I will let you watch the movie and see for yourselves ;).

The bible say’s, “Life and death are in the power of the tongue,” and “Our tongues are like a rudder of a ship. Such a small muscle can turn the course of your life’s direction.”  So I choose to change my speech from trauma specialist to LIFE adventurer.

I want to see beauty and splendor while tackling another mountain of challenge. I choose to see the good and splendor instead of dwelling on the dark and lonely times.

Don’t get me wrong, those scars we all carry from the chapters in our life when we thought all hope was gone, are signs of courage. You came out the other side and lived to tell about it. That is a happily ever after in itself.

                                               Life is too short not to live it.

The motto they continually showed throughout the movie was supposedly Life magazine’s motto, “To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.” 

But while looking it up I found the original Life magazine’s motto,

While there’s Life, there’s hope.”


  life  Is there anything keeping you from running your own life? If so make a comment and I also encourage you to read some of my followers blogs as well.  I got to read about a mom who has raised “disabled” children and transform them into amazingly CAPABLE adults, or my web-friend who journals through a life of clinical depression that turns my gloomy days into hope.

Maybe Blogs are the new Life magazine;   “To see behind walls draw us closer.”


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“Road Warrior” and Roasted Red Pepper Hummus

It is Friday morning and I have just dropped our girls off at Flag High, and continue to drive down the road to head to my workout class. I am utterly enjoying an audio book I picked up at the library called The Canning Season. It is a delightful YA novel with a Fried Green Tomato meets Thelma and Louise feel about it. There are two hilarious old aunties that live in the back woods of Maine with no modern conveniences. One is sweet, gentle, and decided they should become Buddhist so she can invite anyone who comes to the door to live with them. The other is as tough and grizzly as the bears in the woods and drinks as much as the loggers in the tavern. (Did I mention they are 90-year-old twins?)

Any-who (as they would say) I begin to slow down for the red light in front of me when I spot this “Road Warrior” just feet away from my mini. Wow, is all I can say, but my thoughts jumble up in all sorts of directions until they stop in a tangle of one sentence, “What a character for a book!” This person needs to be written into a story somewhere! There was not one thread out of character on this warrior in front of me:

The motorcycle was perfectly formed to this warriors body like a mere extension. Dreadlocks spiked out of an army wrap like a shark fin. Piercing black riding goggles were the only separation between the muddied green bandana and black face mask. Two well-worn boots casually rocking the bike across the painted “no crossing” line. Smooth black leather chaps engulfing any Levis underneath. Blade strapped to the able body’s calf. Helmet and supplies held captive by a black net on the back. Well used army saddle bags comfortably ride along. Shoulders no wider than this person’s waist covered in a black padded jacket. Male or female, no one ever knows. This warrior of the highway gets the job done without anyone getting a chance to figure “it” out.

So instead of turning right to the safety of my cross-fit class and home, I decide in the spirit of the “Canning Sisters” to follow him (or her). Three red lights later and a highway sign to Page my safety net (AKA husband) calls and brings me out of my book coma. I do a brodie in the near by parking lot and head to class. How does this have anything remotely in common with Roasted red pepper humus you ask? Because I forgot to go to the grocery store and then I had to scrounge until I made the best hummus I ever made, (and I make hummus a lot). So without further adieu here it is:

Roasted Red Pepper Hummus (easier than getting in the car and buying it)

  • 1 can of drained garbanzo beans (save some of the liquid)
  • 3 Tbsp. tahini
  • 1 or 2 cloves garlic
  • splash of lemon juice
  • 2 spoonfuls of roasted peppers (in a jar)
  • 1/8 c. Annie’s roasted red pepper dressing (or to taste)
  • salt to taste ( I also sprinkled in smoked paprika and coriander)

Put all in small food processor or blender contraption and add hummus liquid if need. Serve with cucumber, pepper, or zucchini slices, along with whole wheat pita. I drizzled olive oil and the dressing on top and sprinkled pine nuts on top.

Whatever inspires you try it. . . just make sure you have a safety net close by 😉




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