Posted in Photography

Mid-day Bike-ride

Went out for a short Bike-ride the other day in search of what spoke to my soul.

I found this combination of savannah grass, puffy clouds and a single tree and took a symbolic meaning away from it.

My interpretation of this view is to reach for the heavens and float through the troubles, to stay rooted and grounded even if you have to stand alone, to always remember to keep beauty within your heart, no matter how difficult and how thick things get.

Posted in Celebration, Recognition

Celebrating “YOU” ~ Feature Recognition ~ Amanda from Fourbrancheshealing


Whoohooo, it’s Wednesday again…time for the teaser announcement for Friday’s Celebrating “YOU” post.

Celebrating “YOU” is a weekly segment of celebration. A way to show recognition for someone that has inspired you. touched your hearts, or otherwise made a difference in your life.

It could be anything, from a simple “Thank you” and a few short words, to something as big as a novel. Rules don’t really live here, and it is up to you how much, or how little you want to share about your selection. There is no specific format, but we would love to know how this person has made a difference for you. Here is your chance to pay it forward if anybody has ever made your day.

If you want to be a part, please sent an email to with your submission. Your submission should include your name and blog name, so I can properly give a shout out from who the celebration is. (Unless you want to stay anonymous which of course is always ok). Further, I need the same from your nominee, a name, blog name, along with a few lines should be perfect. All submission will be posted in the order they are received and without further editing. Please double check and make sure everything you want to include is said. Thank you for each and all interest.

I look forward to support and get to know your choices, with a personal blog-follow from me. May our circle continue to grow, in an effort to help and support each other. ♥️

It’s time to get into the mix again with one of my own submissions, and this one is way overdue. I’m super exited to introduce you to Amanda from, and if you have not discovered her yet, you will be in for a treat. She is one of the most kind, generous, bighearted, genuine, caring, knowledgeable, interesting, loving people I have ever come across and by no means does this short little list include all of her attributes. She is my soul sister and I’m very excited to do the write up for this week. 

Stay tuned for the full story in Friday’s post and please show your support. Feel free to comment or re-blog the post for maximum exposure in sharing our beautiful nominations. Thank you, and see you then….

Pssst: And don’t forget to submit your own submission and make somebody else’s day. Xoxoxoxoxo

Posted in Life, Spirit animals


“Bember” is a nickname for a cat. In reality it was the only name Mom ever used, besides “Minni”, for any cat she ever encountered. To no surprise I gave this name to the stray cat that comes around. I feed her with love and attention and I’m not quite sure of who’s cat she is. She has been a regular companion, the daughter of a cat Mom used to care for, and she senses when I’m at home. Miraculously she appears out of the overgrown brush to sit with me and spend time. She is needy and just wants to be close, she constantly purrs.

Although no longer an unusual encounter in the sense of a spirit animal, she reminds me of it’s meaning. Perhaps the increased frequency of her visits are due to me, and because her reminder is relevant for the current time. Cats urge us to take note of what is happening around us right now. That the clues are all there and that I am being shown what I need to see. Domestic felines are all about communication and their messages almost always have to do with your ability to communicate with those around you or with the spirit and astral realms. Communication has been key when it comes toMom. Learning what I can say, and what has no impact or meaning has been a learning process. After a day away, I saw Mom yesterday and found her mentally in darkness. I swiftly changed the subject right away and was able to distract her, carrying her soul to light and safety. She forgot to be mad and started talking like a waterfall again without a care in the world. It lasted throughout the remainder of the visit.

Cats remind us that there is mystery and secrecy, as well as the moments that leave us intrigued. Many believe that the sleek creatures are a bridge between the realm of the unseen and the seen.

Most certainly someone or something is trying to tell you something when a cat comes into your life. Listen carefully and trust your intuition. And that I feel I have learned to do….thank you Bember

Posted in Life, Mom

A new week

A week ago last Monday, I was in panic as the hospital called wanting to release Mom back into her own home. Much has happened since then and the transition back to the nursing home has been smooth. Somewhere along the lines Mom understood that the nursing home was the best equipped place for her to heal her wounds. The best place for her to survive and have a chance at life. She has been peaceful and the storm clouds have mostly stayed away. Her face is soft, and she is happy to see me when I visit. Her voice carries a child like laughter and you would think she doesn’t have a care in the world. I find myself observing her, knowing very well how different the other side of her can look like.

I can’t help but to enjoy my time with Mom as I should, but wonder when the next storm arrives. When the moment comes that she feels she is healed enough and ready to go home. She will never understand that from a mental point this is not possible. She realizes how sick she was, and has mentioned several times she didn’t think she’d survive the last time. What she doesn’t realize is that she got sick because of not taking her meds on a regular basis, because of not eating and drinking regularly, because of not being able to get around and caring for herself enough from a sanitary point. In her mind, with little recollection of time, she believes that it was just yesterday that she completed all of her household chores, gone grocery shopping, and did laundry. There is no telling her that years have passed since then and it wouldn’t make any sense in trying to do so. It would only end in a fight and her getting upset. There is no need for either, but I dread the day when she thinks that she is ready to go home again. I feel horrible, almost cowardice, dodging responsibility, thinking it would be better if her wounds never fully healed. As if to use this very reason to fall back onto and not having all the say so resting in my hands. I know there is nothing cowardice about it and I know that I have answered the call way beyond what most would be willing to do, and still I can’t help it. I need the doctors to answer that call for me, somebody else but me to deliver the message from time to time, and better yet, somebody she trusts.

Posted in Inspiration

Beginning of week

It’s Monday and I know many struggle to start the work week. We dread the sound of the alarm clock that tears us from our dreams and the comfort of our warm beds. All so we can go to a place that helps us make ends meet, to the job that pays our bills and helps us survive throughout life.

It’s been awhile now that I have been toying with the thought of starting the week with an inspirational post, but it never came to full terms as far as a consistent segment. I might revisit the idea later when my life takes on a more familiar rhythm. I did come across something for this week though and it spoke to me. The message is full of wisdom and inspiration, something perfect to start the week with.

It goes a little like this….

Flower from Mom’s Garden

If you’re struggling,

You deserve to make self-care a priority. Whether that means lying in bed all day, eating comfort food, putting off homework, crying, sleeping, rescheduling plans, finding an escape through a good book, watching your favorite TV show, or doing nothing at all, give yourself permission to put your healing first.

Quiet the voice telling you to do more and be more, and today, whatever you do, let it be enough. Feel your feelings, breathe, and be gentle with yourself. Acknowledge that you’re doing the best you can to cope and survive. And trust that during this time of struggle, it’s enough.

~Daniell Kopeke

Posted in Bicycling, Europe

Bike ride ~ Burgbernheim

Yay, I got my bike back from the service center, and I’d say it was well worth the 45 euros to get it checked out. It now runs much smoother and shifts just fine. Perhaps I don’t know much about it or what to look for after not riding for so many years, and I say this because the mechanic said not to expect too much. It rolls he thought and that’s all that matters. I think it is great and maybe one day I will understand his statement, but for now I am happy and content with my wheels.

I’m definitely getting into better shape and my endurance and stamina is slowly returning. The only sitting days next to Moms bedside are over and I have to get moving while trying to combine it all. That is not to say that I will not spend time with her and she remains to be the main reason as to why I’m here.

Today was the first day I rode my bicycle to go see Mom. I have not gone this far before and was reluctant, not knowing if I would manage. It was still warm outside but mostly cloudy, which made me dare to take the risk. I was slightly heated and Mom said my cheeks were rosy, mmmh, once I got there. Mom was happy to see me and it was a total surprise after telling her yesterday that I would most likely not be by today. I stayed not as long today since I had further obligations to attend the local Fish-Fest with family.

Leaving Mom, I stopped by the ice cream parlor and indulged. Well, after all I had to prepare and strengthen for the ride back home and replenish all the calories I just had burned on the bike ride over. Yikes… no win there. It was delicious though and afterwards I revisited a few old sites of the town before heading back home. The ride was smooth and without any incidents. I’m grateful for my new bike and the exercise and freedom it is bringing me.

Posted in Inspiration, Spirit animals

Peacock spirit animal

I met a peacock the other day with my aunt. We were going to have lunch and drove down a passage for “delivery only”, that normally is off limits to guests. Auntie said that something compelled her to drive down there and check it out. At the bottom we were greeted by a peacock trying to impress his lady. Sadly for him she took little notice despite his colorful display and shuffle to get her attention.

As a spirit animal, peacock is a reminder that creative expression is important for your day. Use music and poetry to strut your way through today.

Peacock also reminds us that nothing, including beauty, should be taken too seriously. Look at the colorful display he put on for her, only to have HER strut by taking NO notice of him. This will help you stay centered on what is and allow you to be grateful for what you have. Having a light hearted approach to all things that come our way because laughter really is the best medicine that keeps us healthy and happy. It reminds me of my approach changes when it comes to Mom. To value the beautiful moments but to stay creative when darkness strikes.

Alternative, this bird could be letting you know that now is the time to acknowledge your dreams and aspirations within yourself. Use this birds gift to bring you confidence, stature and a sense of accomplishment in all things around you and all your current projects. And confidence it brought. I never been so out of my elements, confronted with so much new to learn and to adjust to as I have been over the past weeks. My independence changed into dependency, stifling me to a point I became almost timid and scared. The warrior within me fought the battles she had to fight, but had little left to take care of anything else. Myself…

What I take away form the encounter is that I heard Mr. Peacocks message loud and clear and believe it was relevant to my journey. To where I have been, to what I experienced and to where I am heading. Thank you for the message my dear friend…….always perfect timing.

Posted in Inspiration, Spirit animals


A dead butterfly found its way to my doorstep today and left me pondering. A symbol of transformation, I was wondering if metamorphosis was coming to an end and if perhaps I had all the information pertinent for me at this time. Still, it doesn’t feel right and I always say that we never stop learning. Perhaps there are more layers to be peeled back to understand the deeper meaning of this sign.