Spring 2010 Update ~
I remain simple, yet complicated.
Normally, I am a quiet & very contemplative old soul.
I am passionate and dedicated to ALL things peaceful and true.
I am very family orientated.
Physically; I'm somtimes ill (flu-like symptoms) and a bit on the thin side due to the ongoing symptoms of Chronic Hepatitis C and other health complications, YET, I continue to try and make the best of each and every day given me. I am small all over, but large in heart and spirit.
I have dark blonde hair ,(now mid-length as I recently donated to Locks Of Love), I've a touch of gray here and there, some wrinkles and furrows~ and have earned them all!
More importantly ~
I LOVE who I have become.
I LOVE life.
I am for ALL things good.
I LOVE animals.I LOVE music.I LOVE children.
I have had many jobs over the years. By far the best & hardest yet MOST rewarding has been being a Mother. I have one daughter @ home whom is the light of my life.
Love~My daughter~Music~My friends & family~The people who are trying to heal our Planet!
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
I'd quit! Or...I would hire my enviromentalist son, and together we would work to establish healthy sustainable communities, with renewable resources, and NO ONE would be left homeless or hungry.
What/who changed my life and why
All of my angels who are watching over me. May our spirits fly in tandem.
The Velveteen Rabbit ~ Because it helped me find myself when I was lost.
~ My Grandfather, Harry Jarvis ~ for his unconditional love, honesty & great wisdom.
~ My children ~ Because they keep me grounded yet open to all possibility.
The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."