Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Gatorade Bottle

Since embarking on this latest adventure of mine beginning May 1, 2013, I have house/puppy sat, delivered and retrieved friends from the airport, created art, camped out in a hospital waiting room with a friend whose mother was gravely ill (she recovered!), ventured to Florida, attended a wedding and a funeral, visited friends and family, swam and ate a lot of ice cream (shhh....), as well as cleaned and painted houses. It can be sometimes a bit scary not knowing what my next step will be. I have put my trust in listening to my intuition to guide me to be exactly where I need to be.

Last weekend after house/puppy sitting for my friend in Muncie I was headed to assist in a couple of projects for a friend in Illinois. About 10 miles NE of Indianapolis I was caught up in traffic for road construction. I began to doubt if I had made the correct choice in leaving when I did. A white car pulls up beside me and a guy rolls down his window to ask me if I have an empty Gatorade bottle. I just laugh and tell him no, knowing that I was not the only one who needed to pee in this slow long line. About 10 minutes later I see the car pulled to the side of the road and two little kids climb out of the backseat into the ditch. I have been there with my kids when they were young. I begin to think of the stories I could embellish about the car pulling up beside me asking for the Gatorade bottle. This helps keep my mind off my need for a bathroom and gives my imagination a chuckle.

After finally getting through the traffic I pull off on an exit to get fuel and use the restroom. Walking into the gas station I become aware of a lady with a cane who appears upset standing right outside the entrance. I notice a couple talking to her and figure out from their conversation that she has locked her keys in the car. I ask if she would like be to call my roadside service card to have them come unlock it for her. She thanks me and tells me that she has someone on the way to help. I relieve my bladder and pay for my gas. Walking out of the store to pump the fuel the guy asks how long do I think it would take for my roadside service to get there. I tell him it depends on how busy they are. I become aware that the lady is having a difficult time standing and see a walker in the back of her silver 2007 PT Cruiser. I begin moving cases of water in front of the Speedway on Rockville road and make a seat for her. She informs me that she has called a locksmith. I tell her to save her money and cancel them and I call my service. On my way back in the store to collect the money from my prepayment for gas that I could not pump into my car, the guy helping her hands me a piece of paper and asks if I would like a FREE GATORADE! Chills run up and down my body. Yes, I was on the right path at the right time. He had earned the Gatorade with his Speedy Rewards Card. I had also chosen to purchase gas at this Speedway for the rewards and an added bonus in August of winning gas for a year. The marketing people at Speedway know how to get me in there store. IMAGINE what I could do with gas for a year! But I digress from my story.

While we were waiting for the roadside service to arrive we share stories, laugh, cry and hug a few times. I don't remember the lady's name or the name of the couple who took time out of their Friday night to help her as well, but that doesn't really matter. What matters is that their are lots of KIND people in the world.

"I think our legacy is really the lives we touch, the inspiration we give, altering someone's plan- if even for a moment- and getting them to think,rage, cry, laugh, argue, or walk around the block dazed. (I do that a lot after seeing powerful theater!)
More then anything, we are remembered for our smiles; the ones we share with our closest and dearest, and the ones we bestow on a total stranger who needs it right  then, and God has put us here to deliver."
~Carrie Hamilton 12/05/1963-1/20/2002
from Carol Burnett's book "Carrie and Me"    

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Use Your Glitter!

I have a deep LOVE of glitter. You might say I have an extensive "collection" of glitter. I also call it LOVE DUST. Over this past weekend I kept hearing "Use Your Glitter!" If I use it what will happen to my "collection"? Then I began to see that my glitter "collection" is very similar to my other "collections" namely my certifications, knowledge from books and life experience. I realized I need to use these "collections" as well. Because if I don't use my glitter "collection" HOW will I spread this LOVE DUST around. And if I don't use the certifications, knowledge from books and life experiences HOW and I going to spread that LOVE around as well? Oh I plan on replenishing the glitter and keep on experiencing life in various ways but I AM GOING TO USE MY GLITTER!!!! Stay tuned!!!!

Saturday, July 14, 2012

The BIG Picture

"Just trust that everything is unfolding the way it is supposed to. Don't resist. Surrender to what is, let go of what was, and have faith in what will be. Great things are waiting for you around the corner." -Sonia Ricotti

Seriously?!?! That was my first thought as my car wouldn't shift gears last Sunday on my trip home from my weeks vacation.

Oh, but everything was perfect! I was less then 10 miles from my friends house where I had spent the past few days. I was on a decline and was able to pull my car into a shady, parking space by Lake Charleston. My AAA gold card allows for 3 free tows every year so I was covered there! My friend suggested an inexpensive, reputable auto repair place.

I am unsure of everything that is unfolding through this but I am relaxing in the fact that it is for my highest good! After three days of calling about the status of my car, it is fixed! Seems my transmission filter had rusted through and all the fluid leaked out. $109.75 repair bill.

Meanwhile back on the work front, I missed three days of work, no PTO time left. I am informed that this is an automatic write up and that I won't be getting paid for the days missed even though I am salary. I don't understand this policy but I am trusting that this is for my highest good as well!

When all is out of my "control" I simply "trust" in the perfection of the BIG picture that I can't see with my limited view! What I do know is that I was "gifted" from the UNIVERSE 3 additional days off work and tons of insight to my current position!


All is well. Everything is working out for my highest good. Out of this situation, only good will come. I am safe. Life is good. I live in the abundance of good things. I have all that I need. I have more then enough.I release fear. I let go of doubt. I accept prosperity. I am confident and successful in all that I do. I share the abundance of good in my life. I am rich in thought, word, and deed. My prosperity benefits me. My prosperity benefits others. I am worthy. I deserve the best. I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams. All the treasures of the Universe are mine. I am prosperous and successful. My life is full of richness and love. I achieve my heart's desires. ~ Louise Hay

Friday, July 13, 2012

Breaking "Rules"

      “Well-behaved women rarely make history”~ Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

A few weeks ago I was sitting at the beach thinking about all the swimming "rules" I was taught as a kid that I was breaking...

1. Don't swim alone (have a buddy).
2. Don't go out past the ropes.
3. Don't use floatation devices.
4. Don't swim right after you eat.
5. Don't be in the sun without sunscreen.
6. Don't be out in the sun between 1:00pm and 2:00pm

... and wondering what other "rules" I have developed in life do I need to be breaking? Because right now breaking these "rules" seems pretty NICE!

"Whatever you choose, however many roads you travel, I hope that you choose not to be a lady. I hope you will find some way to break the rules and make a little trouble out there. And I also hope you will choose to make some of that trouble on behalf of women." ~Nora Ephron

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Birth, Life, Death

  “When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.” ~Buddha

​How do you decide on which story to tell about your life? I see the stories in my life as this huge tapestry woven together with golden threads. To extract only one story you will see golden tendrils hanging down from the side that leads you to the next story. ​I stand in awe at the love and care the UNIVERSE has for me. Down to the smallest detail!

Everything has worked out for my highest good. I have been placed at the exact spot with the exact people and experiences I need. I believe we get to choose what life lesson we want to work on when we come to earth. For me this time here I believe I have chosen to learn about the Birth, Life, Death cycle.

​I was born to grieving parents. My brother two years older then I lived 11 short days on earth. He was born on December 18th, 1961 and transitioned on to a different plane December 29th, 1961. Looking back I have to wonder at every Christmas and New Years exactly what must have my parents have been going through. Christmas was always made very special for us 6 kids by my mom. I know it was her favorite holiday. She would plan all year for this holiday. At my dads funeral my mom’s best friend when she was growing up shared with me a memory she had of my mom and Christmas. My mom was an only child and after she would open her presents she would rush to this friend’s house to share in the excitement of their Christmas in her large family.

We still celebrate in the tradition my mom created with a huge celebration at a motel swimming, laughing and eating for a whole weekend! My brother was buried on New Years Eve. My mom always went to bed early that night. I could not understand at the time why she would not want to stay up and celebrate with us. My mom talked very little about her grief with my brother. Once she did share that she thought it was easier on her losing him as a baby then it would have been if he was older.

When she was laying in the hospital in Richmond IN dying of leukemia at the age of 62 she wrote all of us letters to be opened after her funeral. In mine she wrote “I remember taking the best care of me and my baby because I had lost Baby Chris.” 36 years after he died and on her death bed he was still heavy on her mind.

​My maternal grandmother died at the age of 65 and my mom at the age of 62. I was 33 when my mom died. It made me reflect on my life and all that I did not like about it. I decided that if my life was already half over then I did not want to continue living it the way it was. So I began the CHANGE.

​I had two dreams where my then husband and I were in a vehicle with my two youngest children, Bethany and Alex. We went off the edge into water. I was able to rescue my kids from drowning both times but could not save my husband. I knew it meant my two oldest kids would not be going with me either. So the tough decision to get a divorce was made.

​I had been a teacher of children at the different churches we had attended for the past 19 years. I loved teaching kids. My pastor at the time came to where I worked and told me that since I was getting a divorce and divorce was a sin I was no longer allowed to teach at church. My view of religion was dropped on the floor and shattered.

​Having been married at the age of 18 and then married for 18 years. I was very scared to make this step but I knew I had to. I needed to “save” my children. It was not an easy decision and I tell everyone “divorce is hell” no matter what the circumstances that it takes place with. My oldest son Mark had recently found out he was going to be a father so he decided to stay with his dad when I went onto hiding until I felt it was safe for me to return. My son Andrew also decided to stay. He never liked change of any kind. My two youngest children ventured with their mom to various places until the judge ordered my soon to be ex-husband out of our house.

​Our house was sold and I moved to another one in the same town for a year. I felt like I had just been let out of prison and I was enjoying all the freedoms I had never had before. It was a fun, crazy time that I would not trade for anything. But that time is one of those golden tendrils that lead to a multitude of stories that I do not have time to share here. Maybe one day in a saucy novel, names changed to protect the innocent!!!!

​I had decided to return to college to finish my bachelor’s degree in Psychology. I wanted to use my art and psychology in art therapy. One of the guys that I was dating at that time was a tremendous help. Listening and reflecting wisdom back to me. I had been debating moving to Muncie where my college was at or driving back and forth. I didn’t know if I should up root my kids, and change jobs. He told me to follow my heart and showed me that my kids make friends very easily. ​I headed to Muncie! Not sure when I decided this if I would have a job, or a place to stay. It all worked out perfectly, we received a 3 bedroom family apartment in campus housing and I transferred to the Wal-Mart there, the same amount of pay with fewer responsibilities. So began the journey of a single mom, attending college full time and working full time. ​In retrospect I can see that the UNIVERSE wrapped its loving arms around me.

New Years Eve 2000/2001.
I was waiting on this same guy friend to come so we could go to a party with my sister. He was late and he wasn’t answering his phone. I was getting pissed! Finally the phone rang. But on it was my dad telling me my 15 year old daughter had been in an accident and they were flying her by helicopter to Ft. Wayne. Wow if my friend had come and we would have gone to the party I would not have been home to get this phone call. When I arrived at the hospital they would not let me see my daughter until the chaplain came to take me. What? I was sitting there in the emergency room waiting area, watching the ball drop on the television in Times Square.  I looked at my friend Barb and said “I can’t do this. I can’t bury my daughter.” When I was allowed back to see her she was strapped to a board and covered in blood, she had multiple fractures and almost every internal organ was damaged. She was conscious, I leaned over her face and she said to me “Mom, if anything happens just remember I love you.” Then she looked at the emergency workers taking care of her and said “Damn it, I told you to get me something to drink!” We all laughed and I knew she was going to be okay. She spent the next 10 days in extensive care and months at home recuperating. The details of this event are also another golden tendril hanging from the side of this story.

​November, 2003
“I am going to the store to get you some groceries but I don’t know what to buy.” My friend Wendy said to me. “Just follow your spirit, you will know.” This sentence slipped past my lips with such ease I knew the words were not my own.  She returned a little while later and placed the bags on the table. She reached into one and walked toward me “I had to get these for you.” She gently placed some pears in hands. Tears began to flow freely down my cheek. My mind flashed back to my sister saying the same thing to my son Andrew at our family Christmas gatherings. Pears were his favorite. He had died in an auto accident a few days before this at the age of 18. This was the reason my friend was buying groceries for me. When my sobbing slowed down Wendy told me the story of why she had bought the pears. She once heard a story about a person who had died and gone to heaven. Walking the streets of gold which ran by a flowing river on the way to the throne of G-d, there are beautiful trees with succulent fruit on them that you must eat to nourish yourself. Being in the presence of G-d was so powerful that you needed extra strength. “I always imagined that fruit was pears, I know you will need extra strength to get you through this.” ​Just HOW was I going to get through this? Could I ever breathe normal again? Could I attend class? Could I go to work? Could I care for my other kids, Alex, Bethany and Mark? Alex the one who received the phone call about his brother in the middle of the night and at the age of 15 had to break the news to his mother. Bethany had recently turned 16, who spiraled down into a seriously deep grief that required extensive care. Mark, almost 21, who was still in a brace from the fractures he received in his neck and back a couple of months previous in a truck accident. ​If I withdrew from college we would have to move and that would be another major uprooting for everyone. I was able to take a leave from work for an extended period of time. I never did return to that job. My professors were understanding and allowed for me to complete the semester without attending class. Only one class did I take an incomplete in and finish later.

​January classes began. The UNIVERSE had orchestrated that I had classes 5 days a week beginning each day at 8 am. I had to get up and get dressed every morning. I had a light load with only 4 classes this semester. Since I was a student at Ball State University I was able to go to individual counseling for free and to a support group for non-traditional female students.

​In my Foundations of Art II class we were assigned a project by our professor Mary Jo Anderson. It was a 3 piece clay project that was progressive. I chose a pear for the first step of mine. I beat the hell out of that clay. Pounding and pounding it on the table. Working my hands in the coolness of this clay brought into my classroom from the earth. When clay is fired in the kiln the air bubbles work out with the possibility to burst the piece if you are not careful to get them out. Usually you hollow something out so this does not happen. I had not really thought about this until after this huge solid pear I had created came out of the oven. I still chuckle thinking it could have exploded in the kiln if I had not worked my frustration out on that poor clay! ​My second piece was just as big and solid with a loop in the neck of the pear. The third piece became what I see as the seed of the pear all rotten with new shoots of green growth coming from it. I named these three pieces Birth, Life, Death. The perfect pear is Birth. The second one that is all loopy and deteriorating is Life. The third one where the pear has transitioned to a seed, where new growth has begun, is Death.

My project was to chosen to be displayed in the student art show on campus by my professor. The name of the show was called BEGINNINGS. On the cards for the show was the word BEGINNINGS. The photos taken of my project were filling out the letter G and S.Restoring my heart through art!

​I also used this project and the lessons I learned though the process of completing it to finish up the one incomplete class I had. It was in Cognitive Psychology that required us to do a power point presentation, where I was able to use the colorful pictures of the pieces. Mine was on the Osborn-Parnes Creative Problem Solving Model developed by Alex Osborn and Sidney Parnes.

It began with this quote
​Imagination is more important then knowledge.” ~ Albert Einstein

I demonstrated how I applied the six steps of Creative Problem Solving to resolving my problem of the death of my son and my grieving.
• Step 1 is Objective find. Search for the issue that needs to be tackled. For me that was learning to cope with the loss of Andrew.
• Step 2 is Fact-finding. Gather information about the issue. For me that was how to deal with loss. HOW?
• Step 3 is Problem-finding. Convert the problem onto a statement that is productive for idea finding. For me this was converting the loss into a positive. Death generates new life.
• Step 4 is Idea-finding. Generate as many ideas as possible. For me this was working the clay to convert this loss into a positive. POSITIVE!
• Step 5 is Solution-finding. Select from the ideas generated the best idea. For me this was finding the best way for ME to cope with my loss. BEST!
• Step 6 is Acceptance-finding. Decide how the best idea that was selected can be put into action. For me this putting the best solution into ACTION.  Birth, Life, Death is a cycle.

The restoring my heart through art project the UNIVERSE had so graciously given me had helped me to creatively problem solve my grief. Through the “death” of the pear comes the seed which generates new life. Through the death of my mother it created the change in me to be at college which was the place I needed to be to work through the grief of my son. While it did not completely prepare me for Andrew’s death, sitting in those hospital chairs, waiting on the chaplain to take me back to see my daughter, I had a glimpse into the thought and feelings that it would generate.

​“Death ends a life, not a relationship.” ~Robert Anderson

​While I have had many pear stories and I am still getting them, I would like to share just one with you. I had been staying with my sister in Lafayette for a multitude of reasons. Wanting my own place I put out into the UNIVERSE through a goal rock I painted with this desire. While waiting for a friend to get home from work I was sitting in his yard looking up at the trees and thought I want a place that has trees in the yard. My dad had a stroke and I was going back and forth between Lafayette and Logansport to visit him in the nursing home that one of my sisters worked at that he was staying in. I passed by this little house that has a sign that said For Rent in the front yard. I stopped and checked it out. Not sure if I this was the place for me, I told them I would think about it. Let me tell you that this house haunted my every thought day and night. I decided it was where the UNIVERSE wanting me to be living for now.

The hot July day I moved into my Magic Cottage the air conditioner began smoking. I called the landlord and he came over to repair it. He noticed all the pear stuff I had that we were unloading from the boxes into the kitchen. He told me if you like pears you are really going to like the ones in your back yard. My sister and I looked at each other stunned. We followed him to where 2 huge majestic pear trees stood in the yard of my Magic Cottage. Another big hug from the UNIVERSE that loves me so much!

​I am learning to trust and lean into the warm embrace of the UNIVERSE! Listening and following my intuitive spirit in the path that is leading me toward my highest good!

My desire is to inspire others to reach for their highest good through creativity and humor.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

You Are Not Alone

You Are Not Alone


I woke up this morning with the song "You Are Not Alone" going through my head. Then several different places on Facebook I saw that phrase this morning. An event came to my mind, when I was in California a couple of years ago. I had left Indiana on April 20th, 2009 with $334, and everything I owned in my little red 2003 Ford Focus. I was headed to a Mermaid Mixed Media workshop taught by Suzi Blu. Where I was going after that I didn't have a clue! I was going to let my intuition guide me! I would have my final check from my job deposited in my bank account in a couple of weeks so I would have some money in the future. My plan was to land wherever my money ran out or my car broke down.

 It is Saturday May 2nd, 2009, my cash is depleted, and my final check has not been deposited in my account yet. While hanging out on the beach everyday is not a bad thing, I have decided I want to take the train down to San Diego. I walked to the depot to see how much a ticket would cost, so I could plan when I got my money deposited. It was an automated system and there was an elderly lady trying to figure out how to get her ticket. I helped her read the instructions and purchase her ticket. While we were standing there talking waiting for the train we notice a sign that states the train will be there at 10am. She says "well shoot that will be too late for me to meet my friends. Would you like my ticket?" WOULD I !?!?!? squeal!! a~bun~dance! dance! dance! dance! 

I go to my car and pack some snacks for the day, since I dont have cash to buy anything to eat. Now to figure out the train and where I helped this lady purchase a ticket for "me" to go to!!!! Turns out I am going to Old San Diego and they are having a Cinco De Mayo festival! Lots of free music, food samples (I wouldn't have needed to bring my snacks after all! Just another step in me learning that The Universe Always Provides!)
When exiting the train in Old Town, 
I had checked the schedule and decided to leave on the last possible train back to my car! I wanted to soak up as much of this fun, positive energy as I could. Right before the next to last train was leaving I heard and felt that familiar nudging "go now" but... but... "go now" I wanted to stay, but learning to listen to and follow my intuition I knew it was for a good reason.

I went back to the train station and sat on the bench, pulled out "The Red Book" to read while I waited. I heard a voice, this time it came from a young girl. "That looks like an interesting book." I knew why I needed to take the earlier train. Her story goes something like this, 18 years old, in and out of foster care most of her life, has found the most comfort in doing art, back with mom but mom doesn't seem to want her there, headed to see her boyfriend, go to Disneyland, and looking for a job.

I tell her my story of how I landed in California and on that train that day. I could tell it touched her! I encouraged her to continue finding comfort in her art. She told me that she loved the purple bracelet I was wearing. Purple is her favorite color. I looked down at it and smiled! You see I had found this bracelet on the ground the last time I was in Chicago. I take it off and hand it to her, telling her the story of me finding it in Chicago, her eyes lit up "I have always wanted to go to Chicago" she gasps!

Often I wonder about Desiree, did she make it to Chicago yet? Is she finding comfort in her art? When she looks at that purple bracelet does she remember that "She Is Not Alone"?

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

If You Get the Chance I Hope You Just Laugh!


If You Get the Chance I Hope You Just Laugh!


Andrew David Huntsman 3/30/1985-11/22/2003 My son! Happy Birthday! Love and Miss you!



Knowing this day was coming up I decided to find a way to celebrate it in the style that Andrew would have wanted. As people walked through the line at the viewing for him, over and over I heard " He always made me laugh!" So this year I am going to LAUGH! Please join me! Find a reason to laugh in honor of Andrew's birthday!


"My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry." Maya Angelou