Wise Sparked Women

Good Night Sweethearts, It’s Time To Go…

2010-09-10T07:03:00.000-07:00

Do-do-bee-dee-do…

If by chance you’ve visited Wise Sparked lately, you’ve probably noticed a definite difference. The updates have been fewer and farther between, going from almost daily to just a couple a week. And this, my friends, is telling. It’s time for me to let go. Shut down. Move on.

When I first started out, my intentions were to spark rich, meaningful conversation and hopefully to develop some writing skills along the way. I imagine I’ve managed to do both, albeit with limited success. And now that I’m exploring new writing and business horizons, I’ve changed focus. I’m simply not giving it the time nor effort it takes to build a really great blog.

Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to stop in. I appreciate the feedback and support I’ve gotten both on and off line along the way. I’m especially grateful to Laura from the Delicacies and A Page of My Own blogs. Despite not knowing each other personally, she’s been a great role model, consistent supporter, and willing mentor. I encourage you to visit her blogs - you’ll see why she’s such a successful blogger and writer.

So that being said, thanks for being part of my first foray into the blogging world. It really has been fun, and a great learning experience. You never know - we could meet again in the blogging world. But in the meantime, keep those sparks a’ flyin’!
Trish

Risky Business

2010-09-02T14:32:00.000-07:00

Without risk, there isn’t opportunity.

I heard that somewhere lately, and it struck a chord. I don’t like risk. I avoid risk. Just the thought of losing anything I've worked hard for shakes my inherent need for inner balance and peace. You won't ever see me in Vegas - I don’t even open ‘em first to know when to fold ‘em.

How much of a risk-taker are you? On a scale of 1-5
(5 being the ultimate in risk-ocity), where would you fall?

Okay, I’ll admit, I’ve taken some risks. But not without a ridiculous level of scrutiny and risk-factor analysis. And even with that, my “gut-feeling” is the ultimate rubber-stamper. It’s either good vibes or a no-go.

Business risks are even worse for me - a different animal entirely. I envy those who take huge chances in belief of even bigger gain. Enterpreneurs, inventors, business owners, stock market players. When they lose, they lose big. But when they win, man, they know a financial freedom I can only dream about.

And yet, here I am, suddenly stepping for the first time into a business venture. Suddenly those usual aversions to anything risky, or anything “business” for that matter, are thrown out the window. I’m open. Excited about the possibilities. This thing must have potential for success because that inner voice isn’t holding me back.

I’ve wanted to write a children’s book - that’s part of it. Wanted to make some kind of contribution to the world - that’s a part, too. And of course, any improvement to my financial status would be heartily welcome. And just as well, I’ve found a great business companion whose approach and talents mirror my own. Talk about good vibrations.

“Without risk, there IS no opportunity." Well, opportunity’s a-knockin’, and I’m just gonna let it in.

And you? Are you a risk-taker? What is the greatest risk you’ve ever taken? How are you when it comes to business risk? Come on, write in. I need to know I’m not the only one!

photo by Ellie at Flickr.com

The Best and Worst of the Girl Friend Thing

2010-08-30T09:38:00.000-07:00

Best girlfriends - nothing rivals that bond. It’s strong and loving and powerful. And no surprise here, it’s even healthy for you.

With a best girlfriend, everything’s up front and on the table. Nothing is hidden. You get to trade insecurities, fears, information, joys, and secrets with complete and unabandoned truthfulness. Trust is never a question, vulnerability not a blip on the radar. Always, you have each other’s back.

And then there’s the joyful part. I don’t care how old you are - laughing with a girlfriend is the best and most freeing experience ever. One minute you’re giggling like little girls, and the next you can be as deliciously outrageous and bawdy as teens. Totally soul-filling.

Sadly, though, we’re also known to for relationships akin to walking through mine fields. For as much as we have this incredible capacity to love so fully, we also have the potential for unmatched hatefulness.

As a kid, many of my own “friendships” were mired in petty squabbles and sometimes, downright cruelty. Even then I never understood it. What was behind the need for all the hurtfulness and backstabbing? Envy? Insecurity? Jealousy? Defensiveness? Probably all of the above. It wasn’t long before I learned to seek out and nurture those few friendships I expected to be true.

It makes me wonder. Are all girls wired with this way? Is there some innate, primal need to compete with each other? Recently I witnessed a situation in which fully grown women engaged in ridiculously vicious behavior toward one another. It totally threw me. We’re beyond 50 years old, for God’s sake! What a sad waste of time and emotions.

I also wonder if it’s even worse for today’s young girls. Online social networks are increasingly used as weapons in girl-to-girl psychological warfare. There’s also apparently a trend toward greater physical aggression on girls’ parts, too. Okay, so we have the capacity to eat each other alive. But why would we want to?

Girl Power. We’re thinkers, feelers, nurturers, doers. We live at a time and place in which most of us can create whatever world we choose. So why wouldn’t we choose to enrich our lives by weaving colorful, deep tapestries of friendship? That one will always be a mystery to me.

What are your friendships like? What’s the best of the best of them? Sure hope you’ll share.

Photo by Gwen's GwennyPics at Flickr.com

Bringing Up Baby

2010-08-16T08:22:00.000-07:00

Parenting - not an easy job. Naturally, the priority is to make sure your kids have a better life than you did. “Better” though, has been defined differently over the generations.

When I was growing up, many parents had lived through the depression, or at the very least, been affected by it. They strove for their kids to struggle less and have greater opportunities. They believed their kids could achieve that through education, strength of character and a sense of responsibility towards self and others.

Unfortunately, many of us who grew up with these goals were also “victims” of no-nonsense parenting techniques we now consider cruel and ineffective. Spanking, guilting, and emotional restraint were repressive. By throwing these things out, we thought we could grow happier and emotionally healthier kids.

Out of that came what I call “feel-good” parenting. The goal then was for kids to experience the least amount of negativity possible, and to be their friend. Listen to them, reason with them, praise them. Let them know they’ve got a right to their emotions. Make sure they feel like number one in your world.

So how’d that work out for us? With all those positive feelings, you’d think we’d have a rosier, kinder and gentler “Whoville” kind of world. But I don’t see that we’re any happier. In fact, I’d say we’re more insecure than ever. No, not on the outside. We’ve got attitude. Confidence to say and do what they feel. But happier? I doubt it.

I think things went wrong when some parents took things to the extreme.

“Listen to them” turned into accept and approve of everything they say. And worse, give up your responsibility to make the child listen to you.

“Reason with them” turned into a farce when tried out on 2 year olds, and an even bigger one when kids learned how easily it was to manipulate their parents through "reasonable" words back.

“Praise them” became nothing short of ridiculous, even in schools. Kids know when they haven’t done their best. And when they get praised indiscriminately, all they learn is that eveything they do must have equal - and therefore possibly little - value.

And, that “right to your anger” turned into some pretty ugly, irresponsible ways of expressing it.

How great would it be to combine the old and new-fashioned parenting techniques for something that really works - Parenting Through Love and Limits? I know it’s nothing new - just not as common. Most well-adjusted, happy people come from just that. Their parents were parents first, friends after. Their lives weren’t free of hurt and challenges, but they'd been given the gift of learning how to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and move on. They learned that they’re not perfect, and neither is anyone else. Respect. Love. Character. Wow, what concepts. Come on world, let’s start a new trend.

How were you raised? How did you raise your children? What advice would you give toward more successful parenting, and hence, truly successful kids?

Photo by Lou and Magoo at Flickr.com

Honey, I'm Hooome!

2010-08-12T06:27:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite books to read to the kids when I was a teacher was Eric Carle’s “A House For Hermit Crab”. Hermit Crab loves to get nestled into a nice new shell of a home, but as soon as he does, he undergoes another growth spurt that forces him out. Disrupted again, he laments at having to move on to find a new one. In the end of course, he realizes that it hasn't been so bad at all - with each new venture he's gained many new friends. And just as importantly, he learns that he's happy anywhere as long as he’s got them and a comfy home that suits him.

I can relate to Hermit Crab. I sat down this morning to figure out how many times I’ve moved in my life and all told, I came up with 18. Eighteen different apartments and houses to live in throughout adolescence, college, career, and marriages. I can see every one of them in my mind’s eye, and look back fondly at each one. They, and the memories that went along with them, have served me well.

For as much as moving is a pain, it's always represented new beginnings to me. I love walking into different places - trying them on to find just the right one with the just-right feel. And ironically, though a bit of a nomad, I’m also a nester. I get right in there, determined to make it cozy and comfy no matter how long I’ll get to enjoy it for. And when it’s outgrown like Hermit Crab’s, I feel no need to hold on. Just pick up and go - looking for the next just-right shell. Eventually I find it, and begin nesting anew. New ventures, new friends, new beginnings and a home. A real home.

What does home mean to you? Is it a place to hang your hat, or is it more than that?

And how many times have you moved? Have you been a nomad, or have you settled into your just-right home for the better part of your life?

Talking Heads

2010-08-11T10:46:00.002-07:00

Politics. What does that word conjure up for you? Change? Possibility? Excitement? If only that word evoked something positive for me. Instead it smacks of some beastly netherworld that shares my world, affects my world, but isn’t at all a welcome part of it.

One of my readers commented the other day on how the only “news” station is Fox down here in Costa Rica. On the rare occasion that I do turn it on, hoping to get some glimpse of my “back home”, I end up being brought straight into that freakish netherworld. Republicans vs. Democrats, Conservatives vs. Liberals, Tea Party’ers and Independents, politicians and elections - a convoluted world so self-important and so far removed from mainstream America you wonder how any of their dealings even end up touching people’s everyday lives. Like marionettes on strings, politicians, no matter what their party, are all too willing to be manipulated by powerful, outrageously backed lobbyists. And when politicians are manipulated, so in turn is the public. Resulting legislation, for good or absurd, is beyond anyone’s control if you're not part of the game.

Ironically, the runaway system seems to have jumped tracks, and I’m not even sure if those in that netherworld even know it, let alone want to fix it. They’re too busy holding the country hostage by refusing to make any decisions that might affect their precious elections. The ones I used to feel proud to be part of before I knew any better. The ones that they seem to think people will switch parties for out of dissatisfaction. I’m convinced now that no party can, or will, make the difference. That would mean giving up the power.

Okay, I got deep again - sorry. So please, someone out there, talk me down. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I’m just becoming a negative old bitty instead of a wise sparked woman. Tell me what’s right about our political system. Help me believe there’s still hope for that wonderful country born out of values that matter like freedom, equality and respect. The one that built itself up into a thriving, vibrant land. Help me believe it still exists, or at the very least, that it can be made whole again.

photo by Truthout.org

You Can Run But You Cannot Hide

2010-08-09T06:31:00.000-07:00

It took about two years for the novelty to wear off. I wake up every morning to heaven, and still I managed to find a reason to be unsatisfied.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate sitting out on the terrace with coffee in hand, watching the surf roar and pour itself gently onto the beach below. Sit mesmerized by the daily wave of raucous parrots screeching excitedly overhead on their way north, knowing they’d be back in late afternoon heading south again to who-knows-where they sleep. Reveling in the thousand green depths of the jungle carpet leading up the soft angular mountain peaks that envelop the house. And once in awhile, being treated to the howler monkeys barking in the distance to announce the day. Not too shabby.

All this, and not having to be anywhere. No morning pressure of having to get going to work. No Sunday blues about the upcoming week. Just sitting, watching the world awaken.

Most people would call this a vacation - even paradise - and I did. But suddenly it wasn’t enough. I needed goals. I needed purpose. I needed accomplishment. Most would say I needed a lobotomy.

For the most part, the ex-pat community here consists of mostly of people in their 50’s and 60’s who have chucked it all for a simpler life. Many had really intense professions in their countries. Did they adjust better than I?

Truth be told, we all fit into one of three categories. There are the Putzers, those who’ve adapted just fine by doing nothing much, day in and day out. The read, they putz, they go online. They have no need or desire to accomplish anything more than that.

Then there are the Gotta-Doers. They need to be busy, maybe make an income, but not necessarily be too busy. Some have found hobbies, others small side jobs. And some like me, are trying to figure how to do both simultaneously.

And finally, of course, there are the Crunchers. No matter what, they cannot stay still. Even here, they don’t know what to do with themselves if they’re not going full tilt. Most of them have built businesses or careers down here. Yikes.

Personally, I’d like to be a Putzer, but I guess I just don’t have it in me. Which one would you rather be, or are you?

Imagine All The People, Living In A World...

2010-08-04T08:46:00.000-07:00

Extreme poverty. Poor education. Children growing up in pain with domestic violence and abuse. Drugs. Alcoholism. All the horrors of a world unbalanced.

All that exists right here in Costa Rica, too, and yet, I’ve never heard of a mass murder. And that goes for many other countries. So why is it so commonplace in the States? Do we just accept it as part of our world?

Every time I hear of insane events like the one that happened in Connecticut yesterday, I'm truly dumbfounded. Call me naive, but I simply just don’t get why people hurt each other. When I started delving for answers in college, I learned that rapists are mostly about sick power and control. I learned that serial killers get the psychological thrill of cat and mouse power, and most especially, the reward of notoriety. They want to live to see the whole world looking at them. But mass murderers in the workplace? What’s behind their actions? What do they get out of taking innocent people’s lives before their own?

For this, I Googled “profile of a mass murderer”. On deathreference. com they generally described it like this:
Although many people experience job loss without becoming mass murders, they (sic) have frequently experienced chronic or social isolation. The only factor in their lives that is meaningful to them is their job or career... Typically many years of frustration have occurred before this fatal event... They are incapable of coping with their problems in adaptive ways by changing their behavior...

An inability to cope in adaptive ways by changing one’s behavior. Years of frustration, meaning those around them could probably see it, or at least something, coming. I’d say that’s the key to all criminals. When I was teaching, I could see that potential in the few profoundly behaviorally disordered children I encountered. Not even the minefield of ever-stretched and dysfunctional social services could help. A futile battle. All I could do was pray that I wouldn't be reading about them in the paper. Multiply that by a whole country.

So, how do we prevent any child from growing up to be a murderer? Here are my "what-if’s" for the day:

What if the country made a pact to glamorize do-gooders? Make real-life, authentic goodness cool?

What if we made a pact not to subject our children and ourselves of the daily onslaught of sex, violence, and stupidity every day? Media jams it down our throats and says that’s what the public wants. Is it really? What if we railed against it and let them know that it isn’t? What if we just turned them off?

What if we all took some social responsibility to nurture all children into a secure and nurturing world? What if our government actually threw some money at that for a change?

Our country used to pride itself on pride. Now we seem to pride ourselves on not having any. Rights without responsibility. Bad guys win, victims are schmucks. A government no longer for the people. Is our empire falling?

And yet, the fact remains, we still have hope. We voraciously eat up good news stories - especially of every day heroes like the Captain Sully’s of the world. So why don’t we demand more? Why don’t we put money and media into investing in goodness for a change? Let's make it cool - on Facebook, Twitter and everywhere else. I just might want to return to my country again.

Okay, enough of my railing. What do YOU think?

The Ever Greater Uphill Battle

2010-08-01T17:14:00.000-07:00

I thought I could get away with it. Here I was, in relatively decent shape for fifty. And then, in just a few short weeks - okay, I'll admit it, more like a month plus - I lost my edge. Gone. Kaput. Vanished.

It’s not like I didn’t see it coming. The rainy season was the perfect excuse not to jump into the pool for my morning workout. I hate frigid water. But then, reality soon came a-knocking. The thigh muscles actually started talking to me. I swear they had this freakish Oz-thing going on. “We’re melting!” they taunted. I could feel them giving up, slackening and losing control. And if I kept ignoring them, I knew what would happen.

And yet, ignore them I did. Freezing pool aside, we also started having workers at the house by 6:00am. Call it Excuse Number Two. No way would I be parading around in a swimsuit in front of them. That's when those two weeks turned into four (plus). When my entire body started taking on this disgusting pudding-y thing. Worse than ever. Thighs, belly, arms, face. Yikes. They were all screaming, “I’m melting!” in unison. I had to get this sick cacophony out of my head.

The problem is, I know what my problem is. All my life, exercise has been a fairweather thing to me. I go in fits and spurts. And just when I get to the point of being relatively “buff”, I reward myself by letting go. Smart, ha? But I can see this menopausal body’s not going to let me get away with it anymore. One slip and it’s a quick slide off to pudding land. Dang!

I finally broke down this morning and got into the pool. I froze at first, but have to admit it felt great. Tomorrow I start walking with a friend. And maybe, if I really get my act together, I may just get to the gym for some weight lifting. Those happen to be the only forms of exercise I actually like, so I’m sticking to them. I have to. So cheer me on, will you? I’m gonna need it. Big time.

How does exercise fit into your life? Are you a natural, or is it something you have to put your mind to like me? What kinds of workouts do you prefer? And, if you have any move or routine that keeps away this pudding-y thing, (especially for midlife belly and thighs), I beg you to share!

Worldly Ties

2010-07-27T07:43:00.000-07:00

The hardest thing about life on the move is leaving family and friends. Man, if we could only take them along. Like nomads, we could all go exploring the world together. How cool would that be!

Jeff and I come from great families -the kind that are friends. The kind you hang out with, party with, connect with. Watch each other's families grow, and feel pride. The kind of families most people would want be part of. Every day.

Funny thing is, even living in close proximity we still didn’t see each other very often. We could go for months without getting together or picking up the phone. Especially in the bitter New England winter, which kept everyone hibernating. We’d all get into our own lives - working, managing every day “stuff”, and “vegging” on weekends. We did, though, make a point of getting together for holidays and special events, which gave us an instant “family fix”. Hooking up with friends wasn’t consistent either, though admittedly, we’d see each other slightly more on weekends, and much more in the summer.

It might seem we take each other for granted, and maybe we do to a certain extent. But that makes Jeff and I no less grateful for the incredible people who've enriched our lives along the way. And here in Costa Rica, we’ve got an especially tight little community. We're naturally linked by a sense of adventure, retirement, and the close contact of a small village. In fact, our social calendar can actually get totally out of control if we want it to (which is what happened last week.) And like anywhere, you make acquaintance-friends and lifelong friends. All fill you in unique ways.

No doubt, it’s the people around you who make all the difference. And sadly, with every move away, there’s loss. But what eases that is knowing that true friendships and family relationships transcend time and space. You carry them with you in the world, and they do you. You remain unconditionally, unquestionably connected.

And now with Skype, internet and basic phone, it’s all good. Love at our fingertips.

Tell us about your relationships near and far. We'd love to hear from you!

The Waiting Place

2010-07-26T07:10:00.000-07:00

Ah, so that's where I've been! What a perfect way for "Dr. Seuss" to have described it. Not a Slump, Lurch, or Bang-up. But this Waiting Place? It's definitely a Hang-up. At least it has one perk, though - hope. You WILL get unstuck. The universe WILL point you in the right direction. You WILL go forward. In time. The "just-right" time.

Patience is the key to the Waiting Place, and I'll admit, it's something I've got a limited supply of. There's a point at which I start chomping at the bit, trying to force all kinds of possible solutions to make that Great Change come. I get desperate for some equilibrium - antsy to know exactly where I'm going next. To be on my way.

As you might know, I've been away from the blog this past week. One reason is because our social calendar's been chock full. The other reason, though, is because we've finally hit on getting unstuck and out of the Waiting Place. The universe is talking to us. We just may be off to Great Places! We must get on our way!

It's been a long journey - probably about 10 months or so. After listing our priorities: greater financial security, cooler climate, freedom to travel, we went online. Constantly. Where do we want to live next? Finally, all research pointed to Ecuador. Then we made a plan. We'll rent this place, go down, check it out, and rent there for awhile. Enjoy the culture, the climate, the beauty. If it works, settle in. But this time, no house-buying commitment. Move on when we come to the next Waiting Place. Because yes, eventually, there will be a next one.

But why not go back to the States? Because still, all we can think of is, Oh, The Places You'll Go! We have our health, relative youth, and no kids. It's now or never. Will we go ever go back? Most likely, Indeed! It's 98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed. At the next "just-right" time.

Is the Waiting Place an issue for you? Maybe it's just me, with this innate need to jump-start my life every so often. Or maybe you're more apt to have other kinds of Hang-ups and Bang-ups. Tell us about it, or, about the Great Places YOU Go. Today is your day!

Oh The Places You'll Go

2010-07-16T15:07:00.000-07:00

Oh, The Places You Will Go!

Do you remember that book by Dr. Seuss? It’s joyful, hopeful - all about possibilities. But too, it captures life’s ups and downs perfectly. In a matter of fact, don’t-bother-whining-cause-that’s-the-way-it-works kind of way. Now that’s reality.

I think about that book as I try to tease out life’s next adventure(s). What are the possibilities? The realities? And when I mentioned it to a friend, she suggested I begin by writing an affirmation letter to myself. What would that do, I thought. Will it help to see things, and myself, more clearly? This was a perfect task for me. I love to write when I’m “stuck.” It’s like grease to me - incredibly cathartic. Definitely worth a try.

So I sat down and wrote away. Visions of the heady, swirling illustrations of Oh The Places served as inspiration. I could see every phase of my life as an adventure in itself, every one with ups and downs. And lessons, always lessons.

Have you ever written an affirmation letter? It really does help to put things into perspective about who you’ve been, and who you are. But as my friend said, it also helps to see who you might yet be. I found myself writing with conviction - and without fear - about what I want to accomplish in the future. And it gave me insight as to how to make it happen.

Timing, I realized, makes all the difference in my life. Things come only when I’m ready, and not a second before. In the meantime, I need to lay back, be open, and pay attention. To what I really need and want. But most of all, to what’s going on around me. The world reveals its answers subtly, pointing me in the right direction. I just can’t push it. It’ll come.

Though this wasn’t a completely new revelation, it was definitely a timely affirmation. It clarified what I need to do right now - accept this stage of transition, or better said, of transformation. I also realized that I actually paid attention this week to one of those subtle hints. A woman I know, talking about a totally different topic, said, “You've got to speak it into existence." That's it, I thought. I have it down in writing - now maybe it's time to speak it into reality.

Once again, have you ever written a letter of affirmation to yourself? Give it a shot - it could be interesting.

Beauty Gone Awry

2010-07-15T06:40:00.000-07:00

The last blog got me thinking. If we ~ as grown women who have come into our own ~ battle with the pressures of youth, beauty and the modern way ~ can you imagine what young girls and women are dealing with?

Be yourself. Be happy with who you are. The only opinion that matters is your own. And- don't judge a book by its cover.

I'd venture to guess that most parents still continue to instill these values in their daughters. About respect for yourself; respect for others. About what matters. Inside.

By the time kids hit their tweens, it's no secret that parents have less and less influence over what and how they think. Their friends and the media take over, forces as strong as any. And what are they saying? You'd better be pretty. Skinny. Hot. Big breasted. Unique differences or imperfections need not apply.

Teens have always been hard on each other. But now, just by going online, they have the power to ruin another's reputation, and tragically, sometimes even a life. And they do. All because someone deemed them physically unworthy. No wonder the pressures on kids have risen exponentially.

As adults who have actually lived through times when life wasn't consistently tainted by images of sex, violence and empty values, we have the vantage point of perspective. But what do kids have, especially if they didn't have solid parents to teach them about their own strengths and inner beauty? They most likely seek physical perfection, and erroneously with that, their self worth. Think about it - even plastic surgery is readily available to the masses. And sadly, many young girls are embracing it.

So here I stand, looking back in that mirror, and seeing my foolishness pretty clearly. Yes, I'll always be proud and want to look and feel my best. But I'm on the natural plan. Inside and outside. And, what I do, I'll do only for me.

Wake Up Call

2010-07-11T06:25:00.000-07:00

They’ve probably been there for some time now. Changes so gradual, so slight, they were easy to deny.

But today when I looked in the mirror they stared back at me, taunting my sense of vanity ~ and reality. Is this really me? My eyes - different in a way I can’t even name. The furrowed lines - those that used to pop up on demand helping to express my Pandora’s Box of emotions - are now embedded permanently, leaving subtle, muddy shadows. My God, I thought. I’m really not thirty-five anymore.

My guess is that I’ve probably been in denial for awhile. In my head, my age ranges anywhere from 35 and 45. Clearly there’s a disconnect here. BUT! My inside screams. I'm still the same person. I feel the same; see life in the same way I always have - as huge buffet with so many tantalizing options to explore. I pretty much behave the same way, too. Optimistic, friendly, serious, responsible, crazy - whatever. I even dare to think of myself as kind of “cool” for my age (though I may definitely be off on that one).

Gotta wonder, though. If I’ve been so delusional about the physical changes taking place, is the rest of me aging that much without my seeing it, too? I can see it coming now. Sweater on in 80 degree weather, elevator music in the background, yatty-yah...

Okay, maybe I need to rethink this. Let's say I'm not completely delusional - just more resistant about this aging thing than I thought I’d be. Seriously, I don’t mind being 50.
It's definitely got its benefits - less stress, no pressure to prove oneself, a healthy sense of self. But now that my physical looks have caught up, I wonder where it's going to take me.

On the Vanity Scale, I’m probably a 6 or 7. Looking good is important, but it’s never been a critical focus. But now I've hit the inevitable truth. So, how resistant am I? How much will it really mean to look as young as I feel? I hear the voice calling now. Get out the extra dose of creams and lotions, kid. You're in for a ride.

How old do YOU feel inside? Is there any kind of a disconnect between your age, your looks, and how young you really feel? Or, as coined on Dr. Phil lately, Am I The Only One?

Young Souls, Old Souls

2010-07-02T08:51:00.000-07:00

It was our very first conversation. Tears sprang to his eyes. Transported back, the memory clearly overwhelmed him.

“I was alone, perched up top in a church tower, looking down on Saint Marco’s Square in Venice. I started to weep and didn’t know why. And then it hit me. I’d been there before ~ in another life. I felt it to my core. This place was a significant piece of my past. It was almost painful.”

I don’t think I’ve ever had a past-life memory as vivid, though I do believe I’ve lived before. For instance, I've always had a strong affinity for Hispanic and Italian cultures. Not Asian. Not German. Not Indian. I swear I have a latin soul. But why? Is that who I’ve been in the past?

We talked more, blown away at sharing the same beliefs a lot of people would consider illogical - even insane. But it seems to us that, if we do have more than one, each life is meant to teach us specific lessons. And finally, when our “young souls” have learned all things meaningful about our existence, we reach the highest level of wisdom and understanding. That's when we become “old souls”.

I have no idea which life I’m in now, though I definitely hope I’m on my way to becoming an old soul. There have been several in my life who have taught and touched me deeply. Seems like a state well-worth aspiring to.

Do old souls and young souls really exist? What are your beliefs about the possibility of past lives? Looking forward to hearing from you!

You Say Potato, I Say...

2010-06-29T09:34:00.000-07:00

Have you ever noticed there are some things in life you simply either are or you aren't? Like whether you’re a morning person or night owl; a hit-the- pillow and you’re out cold person or tosser and turner? For most everyday things we all fall along a continuum somewhere - there’s always room for latitude. But take a look at the list of Either/Ors here. Which are you?

Late Night or Morning Person?
Hot or Cold?
Mountains or Sea?
Glass Half Empty or Half Full?
Alone Time or Hate It?
Shopper or Not?
Exerciser or Resister?
Beauty Savvy or Not?

Naturally, the double-edged sword comes in when you’re at odds with your partner. On one hand, you could both just take a “viva la difference!” attitude. Or realize that being polar opposites on anything is a definite pain.

For Jeff and I, the Hot and Cold issue has come front and center. I love living 8 degrees from the equator. Living barefoot and in shorts all the time is great - I don’t miss the bitter icy cold for a second. Jeff, on the other hand, is now desperate for some relief. Attracted by the deep sea sport fishing, he thought he’d get used to it. But his body still hasn’t acclimated after three years. So now what do we do?

Look to the mountains, that’s what we do. I’m good with that - as long as ice and snow aren’t involved. We might actually be able to find just the thing close to here. I wouldn't mind cuddling up by the fireplace. Actually, being able to cuddle anywhere would be a very cool thing. And, I can always put on more clothes.

I've had my paradise, now it’s time he gets his. Which leads me to another to add to the list...
Compromiser or Not?
If you’re in a relationship, I'm thinking that's one thing you've got to agree on.

Have you ever come to an Either/Or loggerhead with anyone? How'd you work it out?

Sisters

2010-06-26T09:24:00.000-07:00

It's National Sisters Week - today is Sisters Day - who knew?

I usually ignore these so-called "special" celebrations. In the back of my mind I picture groups of greeting card company execs wringing their greedy little hands in ecstasy over the godsend. Okay, so I'm a little jaded...

Still and all, it does make think of my own sisters. I have two - nine and thirteen years older. Had we been closer in age, would we have fought over clothes and boyfriends? Or would we have been tight - a thick-as-thieves tour de force? That one I'll never know.

As a kid, they called me "little Patty". More than likely I represented little more than a pain in the butt to them. My parents made them take care of me, babysit me, watch what they said around me. I remember one of them even having to resort to bribery to keep me upstairs while she and her boyfriend had privacy downstairs. It worked - I still remember that fluffy white stuffed cat. Clever.

As a teenager, it was a different story. They, and my sisters-in-law too, were my salvation. I got to hang out with them at their houses, often babysitting for them. I learned a lot - about relationships, raising kids, being a woman. They were my role models and confidantes, though I wonder if they knew it. They gave me the freedom to grow, away from the naturally protective eyes of my parents. What a blessing.

And now? They're definitely my friends. With the age differences melted away, we see each other for who we really are. Though very different, we "get" each other. No, it's more than that. We respect each other's strengths. Accept each other. Simply love each other. It's strange - we've never had a real fight over all these years. Even when we disagree, we find a way to let each other know without being hurtful. No need to be. We hear each other.

So today, in honor of my sisters and sisters-in-laws, I raise my glass. Cheers, girls. You done good.

Do you have sisters? Tell us about them and your relationship. And if not biological, who are your sisters in spirit?

Are You Money Wise?

2010-06-25T13:52:00.000-07:00

The root of all evil - what's your take on it?

They say you learn your attitudes toward money from your parents. Well, that sure explains it. My father was a depression-era, work hard and you'll earn a decent living kind of guy. He never took risks, neither in business nor investments. He saved relatively little and basically lived for the day. Pretty interesting for a public accountant with six kids, ha?.

My mother, on the other hand, was the traditional good wife. She never held money in her pocket of her own; never learned how to use a checkbook. My father made all the big money decisions. She was (supposedly) happy to be taken care of.

So where does that put me? I'm my father all the way. I've earned a nice middle, sometimes upper-middle kind of life, but always way too short a distance from getting over my head. I invest little and conservatively, and have no business sense whatsoever.

So what's the deal? When I really get down to it, it's all about fear. Stocks, bonds, investments, business, sales, marketing - they all intimidate the hell out of me. And guess what? I've finally come to the point where that very fact ticks me off.

I know I need to open my mind - loosen up and see the benefits of being money wise. Cultivate a business attitude. I've been dealing in human services for so long - getting a secure paycheck and health coverage - but now I don't have that security anymore. What if I want to start a new career? Make some money for the long future ahead? At this rate, I wouldn't know where to begin. But one thing's for sure - I know it has to start in my head.

And what about you? Are you money wise? Do you have any advice to foster a new attitude? Help!

Out of Character

2010-06-22T17:58:00.000-07:00

Does character matter anymore?

Okay, so I guess I've turned into the little old lady lamenting the loss of those perfectly imperfect, downright wholesome, good old days. The days when people actually cared about things like honor, integrity, and respect. But wait. Are they really gone?

Let's say leaders like John Adams, Abe Lincoln, and Eleanor Roosevelt came back to visit. They turn on one of those mesmerizing boxes called a television. That ubiquitous thing that supposedly reflects modern society. What kind of impression would they get about who - or what - we've evolved into?

One good thing about living in a place where nature is a show itself, is that I don't bother watching that box much anymore. But not so long ago, it was my escape. At the end of the day, I loved not having to think. But then I realized it did make me think - about thousands more things - and many, if not most, of those thoughts weren't positive. It was like subjecting myself to an onslaught of neuroticism, ignorance, violence, anger, and downright stupidity. Almost everything had an "edge" to it. I felt overwhelmed. I came to resent feeling so manipulated by the images, content and ads. I wanted out, and I got it.

So then I turned to real life. I looked around at my family, my friends, and the vast majority of people I encounter. They aren't edgy or jaded or ignorant. They all live every day lives with integrity, strength and love. Are there issues? For sure. But not to the extent that TV is anywhere near an accurate depiction of our lives. Not a chance.

I find that most people choose goodness. I wonder if John, Abe and Eleanor would find that too. I bet they would.

Do you? How close does the media generally depict your life and those around you?
And does character matter anymore, or have we chosen to turn away from it?

Councils of Wisdom

2010-06-18T07:00:00.000-07:00

I've just heard about a new book called, "The Council of Dads". Its author, Bruce Feiler, was diagnosed with a malignant tumor in his leg. He was faced with the very real possibility that he wouldn't be around to guide his two young daughters through the challenges and mysteries of their lives.

His solution was remarkable - and very simple. What if he gathered a group of male friends and family members to act as lifelong "godparents" for them? And what if he asked each of them to share their own personal pieces of sage advice for the girls? Surely they'd never be alone, and they'd always have male perspectives to turn to and learn from.

What a great concept. I love it. That's generally the idea I had in mind when I started this blog. What if we were our own council of Wise Sparked Women? What if we gathered each other's words of wisdom and shared it with the children in our lives? And then, let's take it one step further. What about doing what Bruce did and organized friends and family to contribute? Or maybe start a "council of moms" like Bruce's young daughters suggested for their own mother?

Happily, Bruce Feiler is in remission and has a clean bill of health now. But it doesn't take our lives being threatened to know the value of passing wisdom on. So let's do it!

In the course of blogs, I'll be honing in on character traits like honesty, humility, pride, etc., and also on life concepts like money, love, death, etc. So please join me and share your wise words. You have so much to offer!

A Rose Colored State of Mind

2010-06-17T07:37:00.000-07:00

Okay, I admit that this happiness thing has got me thinking. There are a whole multitude of factors involved. The ability/wherewithal/courage to control your own destiny. To be able to live fully. Honor yourself and your dreams. To be resilient in the face of adversity. And what else?

Your list may be very different from mine. So I asked, what are those factors are for me? Don't get me wrong. I'm definitely not rah-rah happy all the time (or even most of the time). But generally speaking, this life's journey has been pretty full and satisfying.

So that puts me back to resilience and attitude. I've had problems and setbacks. Desperate times when I just wanted to pack it in. But when it finally hits me that something's gotta change, that's when I get resourceful. I know no one's going to make it better but me.
So I stop the pity-party and just do it. Find a better way. And move on ~ with relief and a smile.

Gratitude is also a biggy for me. Even as a child, I wondered how I'd gotten to be so lucky. How come I got have a loving, stable home? Why wasn't I born in Africa, I'd ask, where all those other children suffered so much? I still ask myself those questions. I try to be conscious of my blessings and those of the really magnificently designed world around me. Even when I'm so caught up in myself that they're hard to see.

I'm seeing my pattern here. HOPEFULNESS. Knowing I (and only I), can steer my destiny - or at least go with it when it steers me. Knowing I'll always find a way out somehow. Knowing I've been blessed with some pretty incredible people and experiences. That's happiness. For me.

Again I ask: Are you a happy person? Why? What ingredients play a part in your personal happiness cocktail? And if you aren't, why not?

Are You A Happy Person?

2010-06-14T13:15:00.000-07:00

What's the greatest difference between happy people and unhappy people?

As I stood at the sink washing the dishes, I overheard a psychologist on TV answering that question. Through therapy with hundreds of patients, he had come to one conclusion. He said that happy people are those who choose and follow their own paths - especially regarding careers. Unhappy people are those who yielded to someone else thinking they knew what was best for them.

First of all, I'm surprised at his answer. Not that I disagree that it's essential to follow your own dreams and passions. I'm just blown away that this was a common factor in so many of his patients' happiness. Are there still that many people who deny themselves the power to choose their own lives? Especially in this "it's all about me" generation?

I'm no psychologist, but I would have answered the question differently. The few unhappy people I know don't lack a willingness to choose on their own. They lack resilience. At the slightest thing going wrong, or not going their way, they freak out and rage against the unfairness of it all. After all this time - and experience - they still haven't figured out that problems are an inherent part of life's gig.

Get a grip! Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and find an alternative plan (which usually works out better anyway). In other words, be a Gumby. That way, whatever choice you make will ultimately make you happy.

There are, of course, many other things that set happy and unhappy people apart. What would you say they are?

Oh Ye of Little Faith

2010-06-12T07:53:00.000-07:00

“The things that are most worth doing take a little effort.”

That simple statement came from Abby Sunderland, the California girl attempting to become the youngest person to sail around the world. She’s just been rescued in the Indian Ocean, having lost her mast in heavy seas. Just a minor setback.

Wow. Wise, competent, courageous and more. All at sixteen. Who was I at sixteen? No one near who she is. And at fifty? Sometimes I wonder…

At that age - and truthfully, probably the better part of my life - self doubt's been a pretty constant companion. Any big endeavor was painfully overwhelming. Was I good enough? Smart enough? Talented enough? (Forget about pretty enough - that one always put me under.) And then I’d compare myself to peers - or worse, to the Abby’s of the world for whom it seems there are no bounds. Yikes. It’s amazing I’ve accomplished anything.

But I have. And though sadly it’s taken me a lot longer than Abby to pick up on it, I’ve learned pretty much to ignore those fears. They really do mean nothing as long as you’re willing to get in there, shake things up, and accept that the challenges. Like Abby, who I’m sure isn’t immune to self-doubt either. But at 16, she already knows that anything worth going for is worth the effort and courage to get it done. And she will.

So now, this old lady is going to follow Abby’s inspiration. Get focused on getting this blog puppy up and thriving - technology disorder not withstanding. Nothing in comparison to losing a mast, but hey. We've all got our passions.

SPARK YOUR WISDOM!
What's your take on self-doubt? Has it played any role in your life? Tell us about it. Share your insights!

Ch-ch-ch-Changes...Love 'em or Leave 'em?

2010-06-10T07:32:00.000-07:00

I'm convinced that change is like cilantro - you either savor it with gusto, or absolutely hate it. Which are you?

Change is my life blood. I know I need my fix of it when I start feeling unsettled and out-of-balance. That's when I begin to pay attention. Something new is sure to be on the horizon, and it'll be calling my name any minute. It enters my radar screen. Again. And then again. That's it!

The change could be a new place (to visit or to live), a job, or a pastime I'm suddenly compelled to explore. Initially, I feed my curiosity by checking it out closer. It it really something want to learn about? If so, then I get jazzed. A fresh new energy pulses through me and I get into it. Even the ups and downs of the new journey don't scare me. I'm alive and pursuing new goals - that's all that matters.

It's weird - I get this itch for big changes every five years or so. It's like there's this internal clock in me saying Been there, done that. Come on, girl, what's NEXT? Little changes are important to me, too, though. Boredom is my enemy. Mixing it up is always a good thing.

I realize, of course, that not everybody can stand this Goldilocks and the Three Bears Philosophy. Many ~ if not most people ~ don't even want think about trying out new things to see if they fit (especially if only for awhile). There's definitely comfort, security, and contentment in daily routine and continuity. Home, family, job - what more does anyone need? Theirs is more likely a 30+ year plan, not to be messed with. Not that that's a bad thing. I get it. Stability and happiness are certainly important to me too. Only, spiced up a bit - like with a dash of cilantro.

So, what does change mean to you? Does it make you crazy? Does it make you sane?

Be Careful What You Wish For

2010-06-08T12:53:00.000-07:00

Not so long ago I sat at my desk every morning, reeling from the myriad list of To-Do's ~ RIGHT NOW! sitting before me. I had a routine. First I'd prioritize them in order, and then I'd optimistically coach myself. Today's the day. You're going to get every one of these accomplished. Check, check, check... I'd imagine.

Then the first polite tap on would come. "You got a minute?" the visitor would ask. Of course I did. I wanted teachers, parents, kids - whomever - to feel they could come to me for any thing at any time. Accessible, fair, making things better - that's what I wanted to stand for. So we'd sit, we'd chat, and inevitably by the end, yet another task would be added to the list.

There'd be at least a dozen or more of those "got a minute?" moments throughout the day - in the halls, while visiting classrooms, prepping for meetings. I was stressed, and sometimes overwhelmed. I prayed for the day to just not have to think anymore.

That glorious day finally came. The first two years were miraculous. Healing, actually. I got to simply listen and watch life going on around me. The birds, the monkeys, the surf. The peace.

Then like a stew slowly bubbling up to a full boil, the old me began to return. Little pangs of boredom taunted me. Oh for God's sake, will you ever be happy? I thought. I tried to push them back down, beat them into submission. But there it was. I'm a thinker, a do-er, an accomplish-er at heart. And damned if I'll ever be able to forget it.

A laid-back life may be nice, I'm learning, but too laid-back can be just as unhealthy. As friends pointed out today, not having enough to keep my mind busy could also be contributing to this brain fog I've got going. I used to hold thousands of details in my head (or at least write them down). Now few demands are placed on it. So between menopause and retire-pause, I guess it's time find a happy medium before I'm truly mush.

How about you? Too stressed? Too relaxed?
Where does your life fall on the continuum right now?
And what is best for YOU?

Brain Fog

2010-06-05T14:09:00.000-07:00

OF ALL THE THINGS I'VE EVER LOST, I MISS MY MIND THE MOST!
~Author Unknown

Great quote, isn't it? I used to think so too ~ until it became a reality. I swear, I'm 50 and losing it.

The latest joke around the house when we're looking for something is, "Hey, did ya check the fridge?" Funny, very funny. And when I space out on something I should definitely know, Jeff will say, "It's okay, honey. You're still very, very cute."

I don't want to be cute ~ I want my mind back. I used to juggle all kinds of details and pull them out exactly when I needed to. I was a school principal for God's sake! And now? I'm a flippin' mush-brain.

Last weekend was the clincher. It was our anniversary, and we were meeting friends for dinner at at a restaurant. Just about ready, the phone rang.

"Patricia, did you forget?"

Pause. Huge pause. Oh...My..God! A few days ago this lovely couple had invited us to dinner. I'd completely spaced it out, not even telling Jeff. I was horrified. Thoroughly embarassed. And scared as hell. We went, and thankfully they were still gracious to entertain us. And our other friends? I can only say how grateful I am they know me well enough to forgive, too. Yikes.

So, is this a menopause thing? It's the only one that seems to be really hitting me so far. But if not, what else could it be? I don't even want to go there. For now I'm taking some natural supplement called Huperzine-A that was featured on a morning show. I'll let you know if it works.

But meanwhile, misery loves company. Please, oh, please tell me this is normal!

If I Only Had Nine Lives (or at least a few more)

2010-06-05T13:52:00.000-07:00

Who would you have been if you hadn't been you?

Okay, strange question, right? But if I answer that myself, I'd say (and no laughing, please...)

Dancer ~ You know, the backup Dean Martin's GoldDigger kind. Wait, am I the only one who remembers them?

Psychologist ~ How much fun would it be to try to figure someone else out for a change?

Explorer, Traveler ~ Anything to do with National Geographic would have been incredible. It's a big world out there, and I've only gotten small tastes of it. Bummer.

Writer-Turned-Author ~ I would love to have had the right schooling and experience to do the writing thing right. Oh, well. Maybe next time 'round.

Quaint Little Book Store Owner ~ To be able to read all the way through the store, interrupted only by the occasional customer.

Since we're living longer, why couldn't we combine a few lives into one if we want to? I'd love to keep reinventing and recreating myself to get the most of this ride. But then again, by looking at this list, I may need to do some rethinking...

So, who would you want to be?

Life Styles

2010-06-04T09:48:00.000-07:00

Okay, I know I’m pinging back and forth between the concepts of what makes a good marriage and what makes a perfect life. So let’s ping back to living a perfect paradise. What is your perfect life scenario?

If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that the answer to that question generally changes for me about every three to five years. I get this itch, this craving to seek out new places and experiences. I never understood people who hate change - for me it’s as essential as breathing. And so far this approach has worked (though yes, I have settled down in one place for long periods - it’s just not my preference.) The toughest part, though, is in the decision making stage that comes before. I am unsettled ~ out of balance.

For Jeff and I three years ago, paradise meant was escaping to a beautiful country, leaving the stress and intensity of careers behind, living simply in a place with low taxes and health care insurance (not to mention the good fishing). You’d think that’d be enough, right? My word, how greedy can we get to want more?

Maybe not more, but different. The good side is that we retired early - at 47 and 54 years old. But that’s the not-so-good part too. We’ve relished being free from the working world to build our home here. But now that we’re settled, what’s next? Is there a paradise where we can be productive, but without the intensity and stress of major careers? And if so, what do we want to do - who do we want to be - as we continue to evolve?

Our second dilemma is that our present paradise isn’t nearly as inexpensive as we thought it would be. Will our nest egg last? Prices for goods and services are close to those States-side. Should we down-size here or somewhere else?

What are you complaining about? I can hear you say. I’d give anything to be in your shoes. I might be saying the same thing. But really, apart from the retirement part, you might be facing some of the same challenges.

Who do you want to be over the course of the next few years?
Do you stress over the insane cost of living where you are?
Is there really any other place you’d rather be? And if so, how would it change things?

That less one is the biggy for us. Does where you do something change anything?
Hmmm….

KEEPING IT REAL

2010-06-04T09:42:00.000-07:00

What are the ingredients in a rich, solid, marriage?

As part of my research, I'm reading a book called, "Marry Him - the Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough," by Lori Gottlieb. Essentially, the author posits that the reason many over-40 women haven't married is that they're so intent on finding their perfect man ~ the operative word being perfect. She says women are being far too picky on things that may not even really matter in the long run of a good healthy bond.

So what does make a marriage thrive? Close your eyes and list your top 5 attributes. When you met your mate, did he fit the exact bill of what you were looking for? Were there any qualities you compromised on, or even overlooked? In the end, did those things end up mattering?

When Jeff asked me to dance, I'd only been separated four months. I was out with a group of friends, and not at all in the "single woman seeking life partner" mode. As he took my hand, I warned him of my lack of coordination. I can dance alone, but can't follow someone's lead for anything.

"Don't worry - I'll take good care of you," he said.

He did, and at the break we went outside on a bench. We talked about everything - family, friends, travel, the difference between young and old souls, and mostly, where we were in life.

"You've got a great soul," I said. "I get the sense you've always been a friend."

Still, I didn't feel any real expectations for the relationship, let alone a marriage. I just felt full, completely comfortable with this person. he was warm, funny, cute and real. But would we be together if I'd been in my "single woman" mode, running down my must-have checklist and scrutinizing his every move? And if so, would he have dismissed me right then?

Too tall, too short, too eager, too sports-minded...what do those really have to do with a great marriage? Not a whole heck of alot. But that's not to say there aren't important ingredients to make marriage a success.

My advice to single women would be this: KEEP IT REAL.

1. Get some perspective of what the every day experience of marriage is really like. What
is typical, normal, realistic?

2. Keep your list of expectations real and short. Prioritize. What will really matter in the
long run?

3. Be willing to compromise, but not compromise your self. It's one thing having
expectations be too high, it's another to have them too low. Again, keep it real.

So, what have you learned about what matters in your marriage? Here's the chance to gather some of our wisdom to give real "inside info" to marriage-ready women. What's yours?

GIRLS, GIRLS & MATTERS OF THE HEART

2010-05-29T13:16:00.000-07:00

There's a story brewing in me -one I dream of turning into a book someday. Here I am, a woman who (oh, so gratefully!) found true love the second time around. But what was it that made me "settle" in my first marriage? What attitudes did I have about myself and my relationships with men that led to committing a lifetime to someone so entirely wrong for me? And, am I the only one?

Seeing through the magically wise lens of time and distance, I can see where I went wrong. And then I look at the girls of today and wonder. Will they have more awareness and insight when choosing their husbands?

Young women seem to be so savvy, confident, empowered. And yet, disturbing trends show how easily some are giving themselves up to be loved. Like providing sexual favors and of course, getting little in return (think: way younger, way intimate). You also hear more about sexual and emotional abuse in dating. And just this week I heard about a new thing. Boys are calling their (supposed) girlfriends, "my body" - as in, "She's my BODY." Excuse me? And then young teen girls are getting plastic surgery to be more "perfect". This is progress?

Granted, I could have this all wrong. My nieces visited this past 2 weeks (hence the spotty delivery of blogs - so sorry)! It was a perfect opportunity to get to know how 20-something's feel about love and relationships. Were they willing to compromise themselves to be loved?

Not a chance. Mind you, these are two bright, worldly, gorgeous girls who work in TV production in L.A. and have lived in New York City. Their experiences are a lot different than mine ever were - and possibly even those of their peers. But that's the idea.

So, are relationships between young women and men different now than when you were there? I'd really like to explore the concept, and welcome your wisdom on the subject. With the girls, I started out by asking them to complete the following sentences:

When I was a teen, I thought boys were...
Now in my 20's, I think men are...

How would YOU have answered those questions then? And just for fun, let's add one more for you to weigh in on:
Now, later in life, I think men...

There'll be more questions and more answers to come. If you have daughters, granddaughters, or nieces, ask them to join in, too. This could get interesting!

ALMOST PARADISE

2010-05-25T16:59:00.000-07:00

The simple life in Costa Rica. Watching the jewel-blue Pacific roll onto Turtle Beach and wash through its natural caves. A thousand shades of green carpet the rainforest ridge around us. Emerald parrots, rainbow-colored macaws, scampering monkeys - they all still thrill me. Ah, but there are glitches...

ANTS IN THE MOZZARELLA
There I was, stirring the pot of curds, oh-so-proud of myself for actually making something "homegrown". An ant caught my eye, balancing tenuously off the shelf above the stove, threatening to drop in. Another came racing behind. Then another. I dared to look up. The entire wall was covered with a disgusting swarm, crawling in a massive, organized mass. Stay calm, I told myself. Army ants are natural house cleaners. Just step back and let them go. Ten minutes later I had a clean house. Don't even ask about the mozzarella.

V.L.I.'s, or VERY LARGE INSECTS
Here in so-called paradise, you really do get used to living with insects. I actually even enjoy them now. They're amazing - exquisite in color, intricacy, and camouflage. The morpho butterfly flashes a luminous neon blue with each graceful loft of its wings - as if it has its own light. The stick bug is so cool - easily mistaken for a tiny branch. Others, however, terrify. "Pica-caballo" spiders are so named for their ability to take down a horse with a single bite. Thankfully, they - like scorpions and snakes - are rare visitors. Besides, I can run faster.

GEKKO POOP
You know those cute little gekkos you see in the car insurance ads? Well, they are pretty adorable. Except for the fact that they party all night and poop all over. So what if they have a cute little trill and are fun to watch chasing each other around the walls looking for love? By morning, your house is dotted with tiny little turds. Every day. It ain't easy.

OF DUST AND MEN
There are two seasons in this paradise - Dust and Deluge. Both are really quite beautiful, though they take getting used to. Our second "car" is a 4-wheel ATV. In the dry season you get to eat everybody's dust, and in the rainy season, you get pelted. Whatever the season, though, it's dang hot. What the hell was I thinking? I moved to a tropical just in time for menopause and hot flashes. Well, duh!

A SIMPLER LIFE? HA!
Remember that simpler life I mentioned? Well, for the most part it's true. But basic things like plumbing? The ancient Romans had it all over this so-called modern culture. And electricity? We swear there's an evil little man pulling the lever for all these blackouts. Banking and shopping? Three times is the charm for getting anything accomplished. Patience. I'm definitely cultivating patience.

ASI ES LA VIDA
Such is the life in paradise. Not perfect, but it's still "Home Sweet Home" to me.

WHAT'S YOUR PARADISE?

2010-05-20T06:28:00.000-07:00

Obligations. Stressors. The monotony of daily routines. At some point or another, most of us dream of running away to some place far, far away from it all. A beautiful place. A peaceful place. A place where no one - and no thing - can make demands of us.

Jeff and I did that three years ago. The intensity of our jobs, and the fast-paced life of the States, had finally pushed us to the limit. We were still young, healthy and fueled by our new love. We were blessed with a second chance in life by meeting each other, and planned to savor all it has to offer while we had it.

So, where to? We'd thought of Mexico and Guatemala, but they were too unstable for our tastes. What about Costa Rica, we thought. Why not? It's known as a fantastic retirement destination. A lush paradise, still relatively undeveloped, with a stable government, no military and low taxes. In fact, it's so peaceful that the national saying is "Pura Vida" - Pure Life. Even life spans are longer here.

It all sounds just about perfect, doesn't it? Well, in the next few blogs I'll explore this paradise - from the great to the not-so-great. No, it's not perfect, sorry to say. But it definitely has been a path worth taking for us. Stick with me and I'll tell you all about it.

But first, what would your paradise be like? What are the qualities of life and living that you yearn for? Would you stay right where you are or go someplace else? Tell us all about it. Paint us a picture!

PASSIONS ON THE SIDE

2010-05-16T12:41:00.000-07:00

Do you have a passion on the side? No, (and don’t be too let down now) I’m not talking about a lover. I mean some activity that gets you revved up. It fills you like nothing else will. That thing you love to do in your “play time”.

I hate to admit it, but like Winnie the Pooh, oh bear of little brain, I am Trish, oh woman of very little talent. Artistic? Musical? Athletic? Handy? Not a one. Nor can I cook or bake, let alone sew or garden. Essentially, I’ve got nothing.

Well, that’s not exactly true. I had an epiphany this weekend. I’d been in a funk all week and couldn’t figure out why. My energy level had flat-lined. What is wrong with me? I asked. And then it hit. It wasn’t just that certain events beyond the house were bringing me down. It was that the fact that they’d been keeping me away - from my passion. I needed to write. And fast.

Writing has become my passion. It’s been simmering in me forever, though as a haven to express myself, (if only to myself). Like therapy. Now I've got the time to take it further - to nourish it. It doesn't come easy, and I can't call it a talent, but I can call it mine.

So now that I’ve figured that all out, I will not let days go by again without writing my blog, no matter what happens in my life. It’s my “fix” and it works for me. I just didn’t realize how much.

So I ask again, what is your passion? What would leave you empty if taken away?

Life Without Kids

2010-05-10T10:17:00.000-07:00

"Do you have any kids?"

A natural question, and one that stumps me every time. I see what? in the inquirers' eyes - pity? disbelief? My knee-jerk reaction is always to ease their angst, to console them. I feel defensive all of a sudden, and I'm not sure why. No, I'm not infertile (at least to my knowledge!) No, I don't dislike children - just the opposite is true. I was simply married to an older man who'd been there, done that. It just wasn't my path to take.

Talk about being in the minority, though. Motherhood is something very special - who wouldn't want to be a member of that club? The funny thing is, it never bothered me to be different. I've been pretty content with the life I've led. It's only that deer-in-the-headlights feeling I get during those few moments of questioning. And it's even worse here in Costa Rica. The latin culture absolutely glorifies motherhood - you are nothing if not a mother. No matter how young you are, nor how poor. It's what makes you a woman. Even our gardener probed about my physical ability to be one. Yikes - talk about getting personal!

Neither Jeff nor I had kids in our "former lives". We laugh, saying that had we met way earlier, we'd probably have had a brood and would never have been able to pack up to come live in our little paradise. We're pretty okay with how that worked out. No matter what, every road taken has patches both smooth and rough.

Are you a mom? If so, I'd love to know what you think and feel when you encounter someone who isn't.

And if you don't have kids, what's been your experience with this thing called childlessness?

Musings on Motherhood

2010-05-09T12:05:00.000-07:00

When you were a little girl, do you remember dreaming of yourself as a mom? What your kids would look like, be like - what their names would be?

This morning we called to wish my mother-in-law a Happy Mother’s Day. She commented on the blog, and how, at 81, she can truly say she’s been able to realize her dreams in this life. One of those dreams, she said, was to have a daughter. Even at five years old, she had a name picked out - Peggy Ann - after "my beautiful mother Margaret".

My little girl was going to be Jennifer. Such a pretty name! I was in my early teens, and didn’t even question my fate as a mother. And if I had boys? Well, they’d be Joshua, Jordan, Kevin, or Keith. (Yes, J's & K's).

My mother-in-law did have a daughter, though not a Peggy Ann. Charlie wanted the baby named after her, his lovely wife. And so Ann Virginia she became - Ginny for short. Three boys later, and no Peggy Ann. Still, she couldn’t have been happier - simply to be Mom.

My destiny was different than I’d imagined back then. Having children wasn’t meant to be, though truth be told, I’ve always been perfectly happy with that. Don’t get me wrong - I love children. But as a young auntie watching her older siblings go through the everyday challenges of life with kids, I could see both its joys and its trials pretty clearly. I ended up having the best of both worlds.
I got to play with and adore all kids around me - getting their best, and then going away. Selfish? Maybe a little. Still, I wonder if my not having kids had made me a better aunt, teacher, and school principal. I could pour my heart and hugs into them, and I did. But at the end of the day, I'd put that key in the door and breathe freely, and yes, I guess, a bit self-centeredly.

I absolutely believe that there’s purpose and reason to everything - no matter what paths we choose, or choose us. Would I have been a good mother? I think so - my own mother was a wonderful role model. My sisters are great moms. But since I wasn’t, I’ve been fortunate to pursue my personal dreams, which have taken me down some pretty amazing roads. That was just simply me.

That said, this is my message to successful mothers everywhere: I lift my glass to you. You're brave, loving and selfless. Your children are our future ~ our hope. May their paths be as true as yours, whatever they may be. Happy Mother's Day!

I ask again, did you dream of being a mother when you were a child? Did the life you foresaw then come to pass? Tell us about it!

Midlife, Schmidlife!

2010-05-05T13:34:00.000-07:00

Now that I’m here, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to come up with a better name for this thing called “midlife”. It's the “mid” part that bothers me most. It's got a certain connotation of being, well, neither here nor there. Like midstream. Middle of the road. Fair to middling. As if we’re floating nebulously somewhere along some great continuum.

The thing is, I like being here. Sure it’s got its drawbacks (like skin beginning to drip like candle wax and brain fuzz I can only hope to blame on menopause.) But generally speaking, it’s the best place I’ve ever been. If it has to have a label, I want it to describe not only where we are in life, but how. Still chasing dreams and accomplishing goals. Still crazy after all these years. “Mid” anything just doesn’t work for me.

So I broke out the thesaurus. The most positive synonyms for “middle” I could come up with were heart, core, and center. Then I searched “life”, which took me from life spans to states of being. Lord, I tried every combination to get away from this “midlife” thing.

So here’s what I came up with: either CENTERSTAGE or PRIMETIME. Neither are perfect, but at least they shine a more distinctive and positive focus on who we really are - successful, spirited selves (even if we don’t always feel that way.) And with a little extra-added wisdom, too.

So what do you think? How are you in this thing called midlife? And do you have a better name for it? Let’s get something going here!

Sage Spark OUR ROADS NOT TAKEN ~ YET

2010-05-03T06:44:00.000-07:00

You've come this far. You've made the usual decisions along the way about school, career, love, marriage, family, and maybe even retirement. By this time, most of us have "been there, done that." So where does that leave us? Who are we now, and what new paths might we decide to take?

In my mind, I've still got at least another 25-30 years to continue to create myself. And that's good news, because I've been struggling with the question:

Who do you become when you're not someone anymore?

I've almost always had a role - a definition. When people asked I could say, "I'm a teacher", or later, "I'm a principal." But now when they ask, I don't have an answer. Early retirement has definitely had its benefits, but after some time off, I need to get going again. And it's not just about being able to define myself at a cocktail party. I'm one of those nuts who always needs to have goals. I need to keep reaching.

Think about it. We've still got a significant future laid out before us. I don't know about you, but I'm definitely not ready to sail into the sunset yet. There are too many new things to do, places to see, people to know. This blogging venture is my kick off to trying out life as a writer. I feel like a kid - all fumbling and lacking in experience and confidence. But it's my road less traveled right now, and I'm determined to go down it.

At this point in your life, who are you? Would you want to be or do anything else? Do you have new passions to follow, new purposes ahead in the back of your mind?

Tell us about your roads not taken ~ yet.

Today's Sage Spark: Wise Words To Live By

2010-04-23T13:55:00.000-07:00

If you were to leave your legacy in writing, what would you say? What sage advice would you leave to those coming after you about the essence of life and the best way to live it?

Of all the decisions we've ever made, the headiest of all was probably made back as a child. We watched. We listened. We gathered messages up from the adults around us. At one time or another we thought, I'll never be like that...When I grow up, I'll be better, do things differently. My way.

So, how have you chosen to live? Have you been true to the self you envisioned?

At some point in college I stumbled upon to Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken. "Two roads diverged in the woods and I... I took the one less traveled by... and that has made all the difference.

I was intrigued with those last lines. Yahoo, I thought. This is who I want to be. I realized then that the power to choose exhilarated me. This one life was laid out before me like a blank journal. All these options, and I could take any path I wanted. BE whomever I wanted. Not just professionally, but as a person. Definitely a gift.

I've chosen paths, and sometimes they've chosen me. Some have led me straight to where I wanted. Most have taken me the long way around. No matter. I learned to appreciate and find the value in wherever I was. No regrets.

So if I were to leave my legacy, this is what I'd say. Embrace your power to choose. Take responsibility for living your own dreams. Never look back. And mostly, enjoy the ride.

This philosophy has apparently worked for me, so I'm sticking to it. But I'm not done yet. I've got far to go. Too many choices set out before me like a sumptuous buffet. Ah, now what to savor next?

And now, who are you? Who have you been? What legacy will be yours to pass on?