We Are Howling

My friend took that quote that I love about love and made it into a glorious picture for me. I am too busy howling, I will let my dad’s words tell you why.


“It is with great sorrow to post of my son in law Alan Hewitt passing yesterday. He was loving father, husband, marine, mountain man and all around great man. His service to this country took a toll on his body leaving him to face many grueling injuries,and recoveries with determination and true grit. At times bound to a wheel chair but only briefly he would rebound with a determination and will that would shame an ordinary mortal. I am thankful for the joy he brought to my daughter Brook in the many years they spent together, and for my grandson Casey. If he instilled in him just half of his gumption Casey will have a solid foundation on which to build.

What war, injury, pain, enemy bullets, bombs, and the elements could not accomplish sweet sleep could. He will be sorely missed.

The following is an article from the news about a mishap that happened a couple of years ago that for me sums up his tremendous fortitude in the face of adversity.

A Prineville hunter who spent four days and three nights lost deep in the woods, injured and starving, got out of the hospital Thursday, thankful to be alive, to his rescuer, to his Marine training — and to the “higher power” that helped him survive the frigid ordeal.”The last day was pretty — it was getting pretty rough,” said Alan Hewitt. “I wasn’t delirious, but all things weren’t kosher, I know that.”It was a harrowing Thanksgiving weekend for Hewitt, in which he questioned at times whether he’d make it out of the woods at all after his week-long hunting trip went awry.Hewitt, 48, said from his bed at St. Charles Medical Center-Bend, shortly before his discharge, what he felt kept him alive after his horse, Vegas, slipped on a log while he was out hunting on Thanksgiving Day in the Ochoco National Forest southeast of Walton Lake.The fall slammed them both into a tree, knocking Hewitt unconscious.When he came to, in nearly two feet of snow and below-freezing temperatures, hours had gone by. He had no food, and a GPS unit that was dying.”I was cold — extremely cold,” Hewitt said. “During the daylight hours, I tried to get as much movement as I could. I hunkered down in a fetal position, and just make nursery rhymes in my head, like, ‘Wiggle your nose, wiggle your toes — wiggle your nose, wiggle your knees,’ to keep your body moving.’Hewitt said he chewed on pine needle seeds, and was able to pop his shoulder back into its socket to keep trudging on, trying to find the forest road where hunters come and go, and maybe a shot at getting home.”Walking during the day, and during the night, I’d make bivys (shelters),” he recalled. “I’d just find a group of trees that were blocking the wind so I could cove the horse in there, so she’d be protected from the wind.:Thanksgiving went by, then Friday too, and Saturday, then nightfall once more. Finally, late Sunday, he made it to the hunting road, and collapsed.Just 45 minutes later, Hewitt believes, hunter Darrell Hover of Bend and his father were driving by, making one last look for elk, when he spotted what looked like a red piece of clothing.They stopped to see what it was.Hover later recalled, “I saw his (Hewitt’s) eyes, and they were just staring straight ahead — looked like he was catatonic. And I realized then that he was hurt, and needed help. I said, ‘You need help?’ And he said, ‘I need help.'”And I said, ‘How long have you been here?’ And I thought he’d say ’15 minutes’ or ’20 minutes.’ But he said, ‘Four days.’Hewitt also remembers that moment, and besides thinking of his wife and five kids, he said he thought: “There’s warmth. There is hope.””I made it. That’s all I could think — I made it.’Now, Hewitt said, “I’m very thankful for Darrell. I’m very thankful for the knowledge I learned in the Marine Corps, and the faith I have in what I call my higher power.”Hewitt was treated at the Bend hospital for dehydration and a dislocated shoulder. His horses were rescued later by the Crook County Sheriff’s Office and are back home in good shape.Hewitt said the frightful experience won’t change his outlook on the wilderness — and won’t stop him from hunting in the future.”

A Day of Peace

It’s not a holiday that get’s much play.

Not a lot of money to be made hawking Peace Day cards, I suppose.

So I rarely hear of it and often forget about it.

But someone on Fb will mention it and I will get the message just when I really need it most.

September 21st is the anniversary of my mom’s death and can be really hard.

I think she would appreciate that it’s the International Day of Peace.

She would want us to remember her and celebrate peace.

Two years is a long time. But 54 is longer. I don’t want to let her death overshadow the fact of her life.

She is at peace.

Hopefully the rest of us can be, too.

Peace be with you.

This morning’s sunrise.

Peace be with us.

Let there be peace on Earth,

and let it begin with me.



Mother. May. I…

She was born in 1956. She would be 56 this year. Just a quick 20 years older than I.

Being as her birthday is the 13th of May, it is always engaged in a dance with the Mother’s Day.

Occasionally they meet up.

Like today.

Last year was the first Mother’s Day since she’d been gone and her birthday was on the Friday before it. I don’t know yet if it’s harder this way or not. I’ll hazard a guess that every year will be hard in its own unique way.

This year, I would have loved for her to see me hanging my BFA Senior Art Show which opened on Thursday. and graduating next month. and, of course, how big and strong and cool her favorite (and only) grandson is growing up to be. These things hurt my heart.

But we will not dwell on them too long, for while they are true, they are not the whole story. The whole story is so much bigger and broader than just that. I talk to her about these things and ask her to help me and watch over things.

and still, that is not the whole story. I am so grateful for the 34 years that we had together even as rough as some of them we were on each other. There are many, too many, people that lose their parent far younger than I did and have an even smaller bank of memories to draw upon to comfort them when they need it. Obviously, I would have liked to have longer with her. I would have loved to have been able to grumble and fumble our relationship into our old ages together. But that is not the cards we’ve been dealt. And you have to play the cards in hand, not the rest of the deck.

I’ve probably rambled on for long enough.

I love you, Mom.


HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO YOU! (and the Grandmas)

I miss you.


Six word Fridays: Return

I wish that you could return.

These crumbs left behind? No feast.

For the entire cake, I yearn.

My finger’s burned……

…….The lessons learned.

I wish that you could return.

Healing Thoughts

There is plenty of evidence that our thoughts have strength beyond the outer limits of our body.

Within our body we have seen that thinking a medicine will work has a measurable effect on it working, even if it is a placebo. As long as there have been humans, there have been examples of good thoughts or prayer having affected healing when other options have failed. Recently there has been scientific research showing our interconnectivity as humans. Not in a warm, fuzzy New Age way, but measurable, provable effects.

So I’m setting my intention here.

Many of us are bruised and battered today. We have been beaten up, knocked down, rolled over, and dragged under either physically or emotionally. Put through the wringer until every last drop of energy or hope has been squeezed out of us.  I am sending you mine. Right now. Close your eyes and imagine that you can see it. Streaming across the universe like a beam of light. I imagine it pools at your feet like a glowing puddle, just waiting for you to reach down and grab it. Reach down and grab it. Wrap it around you like a warm blanket to protect you against the cold. Wear it as a bandage to hold together those wounds that feel as though they may never heal. Throw it over your shoulders as a cape to lend you superhuman strength against those burdens you cannot lift. Fashion yourself a shield to carry for protection into the fray. Grab hold of it as a lifeline, knowing that I will never let go of my end.

May you be bathed in healing energy, held tenderly in love’s light, cradled and lifted in hope’s hands.

Whatever else happens today, know that I am loving you through it. That my heart has room enough for you to hide inside. That my shoulders are strong and soft for leaning on. That tomorrow the sun will rise and the ocean’s wave will continue to wash up on the shore.

Sing Your Heart Out!

This morning I was all poised to scribble a hasty note with some quotes that I like included because I’ve felt kind of overwhelmed by all the things I feel I need to get done to the point where I’m not really getting any of them done. Including blogging, of course. My attention is flitting lightly from one thing I need to get done to another without sticking to any of them.

And then I read this:


and I listened to the song that she embedded in there and I think maybe I am focused again on what needs done first. I will still include the quotes because I think they are not inappropriate to the story.

‎”Life is a great big canvas,
and you should throw all the paint you can on it.”
~ Danny Kaye

“Aerodynamically the bumblebee shouldn’t be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn’t know that, so it goes on flying anyway.” -Mary Kay Ash

Thank you Universe for the gift that is that story and especially the song.

I highly recommend you read it and have a listen.

I love you mom.

Six Word Friday: kept

Dear Mama, I wish you knew

that you are kept safe, warm

in the chambers of my heart.

Dear Mama, I wish you knew,

as I am starting to learn,

that you were enough. More than.

Dear Mama, I wish you could

have kept them at bay again.

Like you had managed to before.

Dear Mama, I hope you know

how very much you are missed

and loved.                               

and loved.

                             and missed.

I’ve kept you long enough. Go see MELISSA for more six word fun.