A New Tradition

I’d like to start first, by wishing you all a wonderful Christmas, and an even better and prosperous new year. As I say goodbye to 2016, I’m forced to look back at things I could have done better. At the risk of being a bit hard on myself, I might go as far to say, I know better. Many of you have seen me lately at my worst, with the two dogs that I took upon myself, to find homes for. First, I’d like to thank my nephew Lee, for caring for Ginger at a time I could no longer keep her in my apartment.  As of this moment, Ginger is now being fostered in Abiquiu, NM, by a lovely woman named, Janine, who was working with Donna Leshne from Dew Paws Rescue in Santa Fe, NM.

What started this mess, was the way the situation was mishandled by family members I would have never expected. I see it as throwing Ginger, and Lovey away – they see it as ‘we can’t take care of them anymore’. I know things happen, and life moves us in different directions, and that life in fact, is unpredictable. This however was not the case with Ginger, and Lovey. And so I am stuck with own inability to forgive and move forward. I’m stuck in this strange place of seeing my own pain, disappointments, and betrayals, and am forced to look deep into the chaos. As I do this, I don’t want to open up at the moment. I don’t feel like spending Christmas with family. Lovey, pictured at the left, is still with me and my other two fur-babies, Benji and Azra (pictured at the right).

Part of the magic this time of year, is to extend oneself and offer gifts of friendship, love, support, and kindness, that we normally forget to do during the rest of the year. I  see this as a new opportunity to grow and do something different.

And so, on behalf of Ana Maria, and Marissa Sol Martinez, my two nieces who live in Denver, CO, thank you for giving $40, in presents to Josiah, age 11, and his sister, Shyrae, 7, during this difficult time. Their mother had 3 strokes and almost lost her life. She had to learn to talk again. Her mother Anita moved in to assist her and then on December 10, Anita suffered an aneurism. She went into surgery shortly after to drain fluid from her brain. Anita suffered two massive strokes and was put on life support. Unfortunately, she didn’t make it. Due to the financial hardship the family is now experiencing, Josiah, and Shyrae, were not going to have a Christmas. No presents under the tree. But now, they will – thank you Ana, and Marissa!

I will be spending Christmas not with my family, but rather allowing myself to be a conduit for God’s purpose. I will stop here for now, as I prepare to give out $5 gift cards from McDonald’s, to anyone who appears to need it. This could happen on a  street, at a bus stop, at folks sitting on street corners, or???…

And so I do hope that in this state I’m in – the only thing that can come of it, is good. Not the expression of anger, pain, or disappointment that is useless during times like these. And so I go forth now to take care of myself, and those people who are in need.

Many blessings folks, and give the gift that keeps on giving – generosity.

Sandi

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Little bits of love

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Hi, I’m Benji. I’m the one on the floor chewing on my toy. The other two on the couch are Lovey (left), and Azra. They kinda blend into the cushions. So, a little about me: I’m a rescue. A lovely young woman by the name of Jenna, rescued me on a busy street in Santa Fe, NM. From there, I spent a bit of time in one amazing home, and then found myself here with my new human, Sandi.  I was infested with fleas, ticks, and had matted hair, was skinny, hungry, scared, and so relieved when Jenna found me. I can’t really, no I don’t want to talk about my previous living arrangements. Let bygone’s be bygone’s. I’m happy now, and have a wonderful little companion with a big heart, and bark. Azra was also rescued literally, by Sandi. She was walking across a busy road where road-kill is abundant, and thankfully Sandi came just in time… she stopped, and picked up Azra, and never let her go.

As for Lovey, well, we are trying to find her a home. She and her friend Ginger (a Jack Russell terrier) both lived on 4-acres with plenty of room to run around. Their humans have gotten to a place of not being able to care for them. They call this ‘old age’. And so Lovey has been hanging out with me and Azra. I like her, and I know Azra is familiar with her already, since she and Ginger came from Sandi’s parent’s. Sandi has been sad and mad. She doesn’t agree with how the whole thing was handled, but me? Well, my opinion is that you can’t tell the future. I was in big trouble, and a wonderful human rescued me. So why can’t this happen for Ginger and Lovey?

Humans use this word, ‘miracle’ often. Well, it was a miracle that I ended up with Azra and Sandi, so I believe that Lovey and Ginger will both end up in very nice homes, with very nice humans. Are you them? Let DewPaws at infodewpaws@gmail.com know you are the one(s).

From a rescue’s perspective, there is nothing more beautiful in life, than to have a human love and care for you – I think this is true for humans too.

Many blessings from Benji, Azra, Lovey, and Ginger… oh, and from my human, Sandi 🙂

 

On Pause

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Very recently, I had stopped by a gas station on my way to work to buy a breakfast burrito. Well, as I am preparing to open the door, there was a man who looked strangely at me. I wondered why. I am not a big preen queen, but I know I didn’t look that scary… then I realized it wasn’t me he was looking at. As I continue to write my Divine Wars trilogy, I am ever surprised at the closeness and love that I am experiencing on a daily basis with my guardian angels.

The man wasn’t looking at me, he was looking at one of my angel’s who appeared very big and frightening. And so when his eyes widened it had to be a surprise to see them. I say ‘them’ because I don’t really know how many were with me. I felt the presences of archangel Michael, but I couldn’t be sure. I almost felt a pang of jealousy that the stranger could see him, and I couldn’t. That’s how it is, I can sense and hear them – communicate fully with them – but I can never really see them. I think maybe it’s better that way.

However, going back to the man. I opened the door, and he carefully sidestepped me. I couldn’t figure out if maybe I was in danger, or something. The man looked a bit shady, but I try not to judge the book by its cover. I just want to remind all of you that your guardian angels are real. They love you and protect you always.

I wonder if they ever think we are selfish and spoiled humans? I know when I have my conversations with my angels they are very loving, gentle, and kind. In order to forge a relationship with your angels, it’s imperative that you not think bad or negative thoughts about yourself. You are not crazy, you are not insane or ‘losing it’. You simply are awakening… reach out to your guardians… they are real. They are really, really, real.

-Many blessings, Sandi

Fear Unborn

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Driving through Chile, NM. A gift; beings unknown… (Image: Sandi’s)

Gone are the days when you looked me in the face

and I turned away

somehow you knew you could stay

Gone are the days

when you stepped on my toes and made me

think it was me, all me

Gone are the days I shook your hand,

making deals you would tread softly and quietly

and Gone are the days I actually believed you

Because you never existed even though

I’ve been torn,

I

am

more

than

lucky

YOU WERE NEVER BORN

©Sandi Martinez

Pain and Grace

Unexpected beauty in the midst of hellish musings. (Image: Sandi's)

Unexpected beauty in the midst of hellish musings. (Image: Sandi’s)

There is no way I can honestly get away from the truth; it seems all kinds of cool things have been happening on my walks at work. Today, I was honored by this Monarch’s presence. During my walk, I had played a video about a vet who had filmed his heartbreak over the death of a kitten, on Facebook. Now, I’m not a Facebooker… Never have been, and never will be, but truly, I relish these kinds of posts. To see the vet, click Abused Kitten Passes Away.

There are subtitles for those who don’t understand the language he speaks. I was fuming by the time I rounded the corner of the parking lot near my office. But seconds later, I saw the butterfly. I wondered, WTF? Then I flashed back to his anguish – the vet – and thought, this man is so incredibly brave to express his devastation. He admits he’s no saint, but how can anyone who calls themselves human, do such a horrific thing?

This brings me to a few things I am grateful for: One, I thank God for people like the vet; everyday, they see horrors we could never imagine, and yet, also experience amazing miracles. Two, I thank God there are caring humans out there; they are the ones who take in stray cats, dogs, find homes for our larger animal friends, like horses, goats, etc… There are people like me who give free psychic readings to those who donate over $20 to animal rescue orgs, and so many amazing animal rescue organizations all over the world. And finally, to our faith, trust, and balls in forging forward in a world that is filled with evil and yet gets stomped out by the light every time.

The butterfly is quite an amazing creature (I say this with love). There are so many facets to the their beauty, I won’t spend too much time naming them. One thing remains clear: There is grace to be found in the ugliness of this world, and pain unmasked by simplicity, love, and cajones… BIG ONES.

Death’s Greatest Gift; FREEDOM

A walk in the cemetery (Image: by Kimtastic)

A walk in the cemetery with a friend (Santa Fe National Cemetery: Santa Fe, NM)

Happy Independence Day everyone! Odd way to start out this entry – death? Freedom? The reality is, there are no fireworks with death. Unless of course there is unexpected death by stray sparks in a busy park… but no need to get morbid.

What I’d like to say is that there is death all around us in every form; in every way, every day. The leaves that fall off trees, allow for new growth to occur on those branches. The weeds we pull from our gardens, free up space for our vegetables and flowers to grow even more fully and beautifully. Once something is gone, it is replaced; there is an in-between. In between, there is freedom. A moment of emptiness, stillness, silence. Anything can happen in those moments. Sometimes it’s days, months, or years. That empty space is all about freedom.

Freedom leads to independence. I’m in a space just recently, where I have tons of freedom, but I can’t fully enjoy it, or act on it, until some things around me have an ending – a death.

Today, is a day we all celebrate Fourth of July, a federal holiday commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776; the day that the United States formally declared its independence from Great Britain therefore achieving freedom from British rule. But who needs or wants a history lesson? To me, it always feels like so much more is celebrated in achieving and maintaining independence.

It’s about allowing myself to have and understand great gratitude and humility for all I have, all that I am, and for expressing inexpressible thanks to the men and women who have given their lives for us spoiled Americans, to continue on as we do.

So, if death in its scary and intimidating ways, becomes the avenue in which I find the paths that will truly lead me to my own freedom, then I can only say to myself, happy dying… because in the dying, there is living – and the happiness that lies in every corner waiting to accost me, in surprising and demanding ways…

(Thanks for the image Kim!)

Small Moments

Abiquiu Lake, New Mexico (Image: Sandi)

Abiquiu Lake, New Mexico (Image: Sandi)

A day, an hour, a minute, a second

thank God for small moments

A smile, a gesture, a word, a phrase

and my face lights up, my world no longer a

haze

A word of kindness, clarity, and sincerity

this world isn’t so bad

just when you thought

the worst

it

finally

does

get

better

One moment in time

One word

One letter

One small gesture

It

Really

Does

Get

All Better

©Sandi Martinez

National Dog Day; How about every day?

What are you going to do with the short and precious minutes you have with your furry friends?

What are you going to do with the short and precious minutes you have with your furry friends? (Image: Sandi Martinez)

 

National Dog Day is against any kind of “breed ban”. Dogs should not have to lose their lives because of the atrocities they have been forced to endure at the hands of man. And while we feel that American’s have the constitutional right to purchase a pure breed dog, we strongly discourage buying from pet stores, backyard breeders, the internet, newspaper ads and puppy mills, and rather encourage those seeking new canine companions, to verify that they are buying from a reputable breeder, educate themselves about their dog’s breed and better yet – visit their local shelter or pure breed rescue group to adopt a new furry family member that will be forever grateful. Millions of dogs are euthanized each year because they are unwanted. They are wonderful and viable sentient beings that deserve compassion and respect. Please consider adopting on National Dog Day!” – American Authors

The first day we are partnered with our furry friends, be it by adoption, a surprise gift from a loved one, or when they unexpectedly adopt us, we are inclined to bond and feel a euphoria that tends to stay with us after those brand new days, turn into months and then years.

But those years tend to pass by so quickly; thieves in the night. Our furry friends turn a century old in over 15 years – how can we possibly fit in our human century years, into only 15 of theirs? How can we cherish what’s such a short time for them, to only a fraction of ours?

What are you going to do with the short and precious minutes you have with your furry friends? How will you celebrate your love and appreciation day in and day out, with your animal loved one? Time ticks, we have strict 24-hour rules that we live by as humans. But our furry friends don’t live by the rules of time, they live by the love and loyalty they give us at any moment, and live fully in the present. Don’t they deserve to be treated in the same way? So, you might be two, or five, or even ten minutes late to work or that appointment, when suddenly you realize how much your dog needs you to touch him/her right before you head off in a rush. In their eyes, they won’t see you for an eternity.

I would love to hear how you will spend this day with your loved animal ones!

Many blessings,

Sandi

It’s ugly

If I say you are wrong to look the other way, does it mean toward me? [Image: Sandi Martinez]

If I say you are wrong to look the other way,
does it mean toward me? [Image: Sandi Martinez]

If I say I love you, what does that mean?

If I say I know you,

does this mean from where,

from before we were born?

If I say I want to express myself

does it mean I will say anything?

If I say I am confused, does this mean

about everything

or just you?

If I say I have much to ‘deal with’

does this mean anything in general

or just the steps I take toward you?

Or does it mean it’s the steps I take away from you?

If I say you are wrong to look the other way,

does it mean toward me?

If I say keep looking in that direction,

Does it mean toward your lover?

If I say stop thinking of me

does it mean as your friend – the way you knew me?

Or does it mean in the way that you want?

please, stop talking and start walking down the path where you belong…

©Sandi Martinez