I stand and paint the rainbow sky
With music, movement, laughter, joy
All and more are mine to share
To reinvent my deepest prayer
Resilience at my heart light core
to draw upon be nourished by
wise choices standing up to stress
with love, deep breath, I am set free
to soar,to dance and lightly land
at home in the Universal Now.


I watched the orchid petal fall
It had been folded and limp
for a while on the bough
waiting for its turn, its time a
cycle to complete.
Released, it dropped as an
emerging bud prepared for
its turn, turn, turn…reminded of
my season
turn, turn, turn.


To mend the unseen tear
I paused and let the Innate Healer
gently close the edges of my soul.
Quietly, easily, I created space for the
grace I pour on others.
Today I am restored, reminded of
my gifts.


I was surprised by tears as I thought of my mother – my unique, contrary, compassionate, challenging mother. Violette Ann Mathison Turrell – a contradiction of her times. She flaunted protocol, danced to her own music and birthed three equally unique, contrary, compassionate, challenging humans. Cheers to a reluctant mother who did the best she could.


I had forgotten the chant Om Sai and was recently reminded by my niece, Erica, the deep impact….in the middle of my reverie the cat threw up…the chant continued to taunt and remind me as I cleaned up that all is temporary. As I take a deep breath and begin again, I start to laugh at the absurdity of life – quirky, unpredictable, messy, beautiful, and compelling – the chant continues, my bird clock tweets eight. I continue to type.

The original purpose of this morning’s musing was mental visions of two women whose life experiences have impacted me in ways I had not previously considered. One is attempting to consciously reclaim her life and the other is slowly losing her mental life. As I was reading and pondering my morning meditation, their life choices are causing me to consider mine. Drats!


Yesterday I took my office manager and dear friend to the Bowers Museum. It was her first time and I took childlike glee introducing her to a favorite place of mine. We especially went to see the Chuck Jones exhibit of his “doodles”. I parked on a different side of the museum and entered through a new direction. I was as impressed as she was with the beautiful sculptures, water features and immediate peace that it brought. I got a little turned around but quickly found the way and showed her the original entrance and building.

We made a plan and started with Chuck Jones. His drawings were entrancing, funny, and I had to keep reminding myself that these were done decades ago. They were still fresh and intriguing. We laughed and wondered at the gifts of this man who was such a big part of my growing up. Looney Tunes, for goodness sake, were a staple of Saturday matinees. We paused and studied the amazing details and fanciful drawings as well as the things he wrote as he doodled. Then we watched “High Note” a cartoon that won him his first Oscar, one was on display. I laughed loudly and throughout the cartoon and a young girl kept looking at me. Did she think I was a bit nuts? No matter – it made me laugh. The skill and imagination needed to make lines and circles life like with postures and poses was spectacular. You need to check it out.

A wonderful surprise was the exhibit about painting Chinatowns – mostly San Francisco and Los Angeles. Surprising information about some of the artists and how they saw the beauty of their subjects.


Two quotes this morning worth sharing…”Love does’t die, people do. So when all that’s left of me is love, give me away” Merrit Malloy

Let us realize that the privilege to work is a gift, the power to work is a blessing, that love of work is success”  – David O. McKay


An aha moment for me this morning. I read the following quote by Ram Dass and realized I have been deluding my patients into thinking that they could “return to the way things were before…” We can’t return, we can only act to the NOWNESS of our lives.  His quote “Healing does not mean going back to the way things were before, but rather allowing what is now to move us closer to God.” This also means being real with who we are in the moment. We can never “get back” our younger self, HOWEVER, WE CAN create a more real now with accumulated knowledge, new ideas of self and trust in the infinite possibilities for our lives. “It is never too late to be what you might have been. “ We are made of the “stuff of stars” always evolving not revolving,


Reverberations, like soul shaking aftershocks, keep showing up from last weekends WAVE experience. I thought this morning about how i was immersed in a richness of Spirit, Love, Joy, Intention. The very air vibrated at a higher level. We all were touched by that “thing”. Being greater than the sum of our parts is a vital, life affirming experience that affects the whole planet. I carry that feeling and share it with everyone I come in contact with. Blessed and grateful always.