In the rough

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When I first took this pic (above), it was spring of this year, 2017. The vibrant colors spoke to me. The star-like image in the center of this beautiful flower, reminded me that life always begins. Even when it ends. Winter had just wrapped up – the ground had already thawed.

As I look at my life now – mid-summer – hot, sticky, and well, wonderfully warm, I am brought back to this image. All life is now in full-bloom. All gardens are mature, and flowering… smiling. But somehow, I feel a bit rough around the edges. As if I’m not quite myself, and yet all the changes I’ve been through, have led me here: to a moment of understanding.

All life will continue living. Being. All the changes I’ve encountered mirror that. Though it hasn’t felt like it, this I realize is my inner truth: Through all the unknowns, worries, and more worries, one thing remains true, life continues to unfold. Will I continue to move with that sure movement, or will I hang  back observing, as if it isn’t my life?

I’d like to. Because the worst feeling is to feel as if there is no choice. My choice? Flow with the waters that eventually lead to the oceans of time, life, and love. Flow with universe and trust all has its own time. Trust that the universal power has the upper hand.

Oh, and smell the lovely roses in bloom, because soon, my favorite season will come: fall… in all its raving mad, colorful beauty!

 

Soul’s a callin’, are you listening?

IMG_20170527_201706Okay, so it’s June… Flowers blooming; scents overwhelming! Some of us are so busy being busy, we forget to stop and smell the roses – literally.

Some of us are gloomy, sad, worried, and seem to have lost a bit of hope and sunshine. Why? Change is upon us. The four season’s don’t care about the time, or place. When our soul’s are awakening, and we need something different, the soul stirs. Through clouds, sunshine, rain, snow, crazy winds, and everything in between, the soul is challenging us.

How do we make these changes? Moving house? A new job? Looking for a new job? Getting married, getting divorced, getting insane, getting sane… there is no easy answer. But the soul has a way of leading and guiding us. Sometimes, we call this intuition. Sometimes, we call it ‘a small voice’ in our heads. It doesn’t matter how we hear it. What matters is that we do hear it.

This can be a frightening time. If we do heed the call for change already happening, or just at the fringes knocking, it’s scary, there’s no other way around it. But when we cower from change, we become like the stick in the mud, the proverbial STICK IN THE MUD.

But HOW do we make these changes whilst keeping sane and staying in the exciting moment of stepping forward, and not falling back to the negative replays of the B.S. we have fed ourselves, since we could logically think? You just DO IT. Thinking too much, or avoiding thinking is a fine balance. The trick is in the doing.

I’m here folks. I’m here to cheer you on. Get your soul on, and walk forward, knowing every step you take, gets you closer. You are not alone. Every human on earth is facing something. And while not the same as you, it is change nonetheless. Need a free intuitive reading? I can help. All you have to do is donate over $20 to your favorite animal rescue org. Click Animal Rescue Org Enthusiast, for more info. I’m here to help.

Get your soul on, and fly your freak flags folks, it’s summer, the season of sun, love, love, and more love.

Many blessings!

Sandi

A Look Back

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Wind stops

snow flakes sparkle

seconds pass

spurs on mind’s chaos

winter coats the ground

a crunch underfoot

soon sprouts of green

will grow

just as my thoughts turn to snow

A look back

no better than before

better to know

nowhere to go

but back around

to solid, wet ground

back around to a past

come back around

the cold blows

my mind

knows

time

to

go

by Sandi Martinez

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

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 🙂

 

The Forgotten Sacred

In the midst of despair at the end of the day, or even the beginning, do we express gratitude... (Image: Sandi)

In the midst of despair at the end of the day, or even the beginning, do we express gratitude… (Image: Sandi)

In this fast-moving, chaotic world we inhabit, have we forgotten the simple things? When we are exhausted from a hard day’s work, when we feel perhaps bombarded with burdensome tasks, and even failure, what do we reach out to for spiritual sustenance?

In the glass of wine we hold in our hands, or even a ‘stiff’ drink, do we hold it up in thanks to the source? (Higher power, God, Creator) Or do we wallow, or even drown in the liquid? In the midst of despair at the end of the day, or even the beginning, do we express gratitude, for having another day to try, and try again, even if it looks and feels like failure?

When we sit on our back porch, a park bench, or the curb of a sidewalk, do we revel in the breeze that carries the oxygen we breathe and need to survive? (Smog and all?)

Do we notice the lizards, bugs, ants, spiders, and all creepy-crawly things around us, and remember that they too have a right to live?

Every morning, the first thing I do when I rise, is offer up my glass of water to my source, and give thanks for another day – I sip from the cup – water of life; and despite the nightmares I may have suffered, or a bad night’s sleep, I can’t help but wonder what the day ahead brings, and all the other good things that might meet me around the corner.

What about you? What is your sacred? What do you give thanks for? Will you?

Life is sacred…

Happiness, is it ephemeral?

In the end, happiness happens in the mind. Or does it? (Image: Sandi's.)

In the end, happiness happens in the mind. Or does it? (Image: Sandi’s.)

  1. Adjective: ephemeral – lasting for a very short time. Many beautiful quotes, songs, movies, books, art, and the like, define happiness. In the end, happiness happens in the mind. Or does it?

Look carefully at the image of the blood red beauty above, hanging off of a hollyhock. The center is quite breathtaking. It looks like a star or perhaps a sun? What about the dark reds around the center, that then turn light again? Does this flower know it is happy? Or is it just existing in its pure form? Yes, I retouched it so that the deep colors would be more defined. I focused on the center and sharpened it. But to be quite honest, I really didn’t have to work hard to do that. The flower did it all on its own.

I personally was profoundly affected by the deep and sensuous colors of this flower. It reminded me of parts of myself that have died, and been reborn. Where then, has happiness existed in that process? Is it something that happens moment by moment, or as a result of incredible happenstance that then fuels our hearts with hope?

I took this picture on my 15-minute walk at work today. During my walk, I touched every leaf I could get my fingers on; I brushed each branch ranging from weeds, to trees, though I couldn’t say what they were; only that I gave myself to those leaves as they lined the paved road I walked on. I opened up to greet them as if they were long lost friends or lovers. Every moment that went by as I held them ephemerally in my hands, felt like a brush with life; one I don’t take too much time to focus on. My focus admittedly, though not happily, has been one of death. Not because I have lost many loved ones in a short time-span. Just the small deaths I have experienced within myself.

This flower did something for me, that other things, people, words, community, have been touching within me – life. Within the closing comes the opening.