A Garden of Being

Campana's Gardens Metal Structure

My husband and I have had a garden party every summer for 15 years.  We invite our friends, neighbors, our staff and our business customers — most of who fit into the friend or neighbor category, too.

The picture is of a metal structure that was gifted to my husband by four really good friends for his upcoming birthday.  We intend to move it to “the perfect spot” when we find it.  We have 2 1/2 acres of paths, gardens, a pond, a vineyard and truthfully it’s just an awesome sanctuary, if I say so myself.

I came in from this sanctuary just moments ago and felt I had to state my gratitude for life’s design. I had been sitting at one of our newer seating areas — a new deck built by another good friend — and as I looked out on the property and looked at the pond and then watched my cat, Gloria, walk over to me and flop down beside me, I was moved to tears. Life has been good to me AND I’ve been good to life.  If it wasn’t for me following life’s designs throughout the years, I wouldn’t be sitting at the dining room table typing this into my blog.

Even our modest house is harkening me to tears:  the downstairs rooms painted several years ago by another good friend.  The colors:  Paprika and Sage Green in the kitchen, Cashew and Sage Green in the living room and Paprika in the hallway. The colors are still rich and stunning even after these several years.

Gratitude for this garden of being — inside and outside.  Gratitude for my garden of being — my body, my mind, my heart guided and served by Spirit.

Among the many aspects within my stewardship , I give tarot readings and the cards say this is a year of manifesting my dreams.  The cards never lie.



Woodstock Remembered 44 Years Later


Were you there?  Were you, really?  I used to imagine that I was there.  I was born in the 50’s, graduated in 1968 (the year of the riots) and in 1969 the event that brought about the changing culture, Woodstock, happened.  It was definitely a “happening”.  I remember my mother harrumphing about the pot smoking and the nudity and the general “free sex” kind of theme that seemed to be the most popular media subjects. 

I thought Woodstock was magical.  And I think even more magical today — because it’s a memory.  It’s remembered 44 years later.  Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Ravi Shankar, Richie Havens, and who knows who else of the Woodstock performers are now deceased…some of them way to early.  They were legends in their own time and died too young.

I teach Nia (www.nianow.com) and I love “themes”.  I love dressing the part and inviting others to “dress up” for class.  This week is the 44th anniversary of Woodstock, so all of my classes (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday) have the Woodstock theme and thus the Woodstock music.  Santana, Jimi, Janis, The Who, The Band, Creedance Clearwater Revival, Jefferson Airplane, Sly & the Family Stone, Joe Cocker, Grateful Dead, Crosby Stills Nash & Young…the music I grew up on.  The music of my generation.  

We’re called Baby Boomers.  We’re in our late 50’s and early 60’s — age wise, certainly not spirit wise.  My spirit allows me to embody the love generation, the folks who stepped in to a whole new way of being…a whole new culture of peace and love.

Was it a farce?  Was it just a figment of 1 million imaginations?  Or was it the beginning of one million people becoming consciously aligned with the spirit of love…be it somewhat stoned.  

I consider myself to be high on Love.  I don’t need the weed to proceed.  So let’s get on with it.  Peace, Love, Rock and Roll.  Let’s celebrate the truth of who we are:

We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden.