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Five (5) Years Ago

Found in my reader this week.

“Setting Me Free”
by Beth Hart
Thank you to Miss Beth Hart
©tjtaylor2013
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An SOS To The World ~

As a believer in strong communications. I have used several mediums to send written messages to  this end all my life. Well, at least as long as I have been writing, and although unable to be my reality  I actually do not remember not ever writing.

Today sending my own hand made greeting cards, has been another way I love to communicate that “I am thinking of You” to those in my life. There was even a time when I was known to send flat smooth shaped rocks,  I would use embossing powders and stamp one word messages: Balance, Dream, Energy, Bliss, It was a really an enjoyable way to communicate on occasions, surprising people with an odd message was great fun. and  hey, it was the 1970’s. I soon realized however that the rocks were costing me more in postage than I was paying for just stationary and the concept of free was soon lost on me. Family and friends were thoughtful and kind enough to see them as gifts, and most rocks are still in use by my family & friends in their homes, & offices. I even spotted one in a daughter’s purse. Good friends are hard to find, and when they look past any eccentricities cherish them always.

The most different way that I have used to send a message was in a bottle. Literally. I also had no clue who the marooned intended islander would be, which this made the experience even more fascinating, Maybe even with a sense of wonder I went into this. Whoever happened upon the bottle would be my recipient. I loved the randomness of it.

The idea that I would finally set sail a message in a bottle was born out a conversation with my friend Lynn on my 39th birthday. Lynn is one of the other three Dirty Mother;s in my life. who I have been friends with since we were babies. We rarely missed sharing birthdays with one another while our daughters were growing up. A perfect justification for girlfriend road trips Not quite Thelma and Louise, but close.

The thought of sending a message in a bottle actually became more than an idea and a plan on my 39th birthday, sitting crossed legged in the sand on a favorite stretch of a quiet Oregon beach. After years of saying I would one day send a message in bottle the plan was put into slow motion. We discussed what we would be doing on our 40th birthday’s. Lynn born in the summer of 1955,  I the spring, We had been celebrating one another birthdays together for a couple of decades already. It soon become our plan that I was going to set sail a message in a bottle to commemorate my 40th birthday. Same friend would be along, same Oregon beach, Why would we change something that had worked for us for 22 years? We made our bi-annual pilgrimage to the beach on my birthday in the spring  and hers in the summer.

After sharing a bottle of Oregon wine  from the Nehalem Bay Winery as we were picking up the trappings of an impromptu dinner it occurred to me that I had no need  to wait until I was 40 yrs old to set a message sailing. I had a perfect vessel to set sail right there and then in my hand. The Oregon Pinot Noir empty wine bottle There were certainly no rules about sending a message in a bottle that I was aware of,  and I was not tied to it needing to be done on my 40th birthday. I really just wanted to send the message via a bottle for its ship. My 39th birthday was a fine and  suitable excuse.Send my 30’s decade sailing was a perfect sentiment. I have loved things that are serendipitous all my life, so why not just go with the spontaneity of it?

With the help of a very kind woman at the hotel we were given paper & pen as well as a candle. I had no clue why I would need a candle. It had to be explained to me. I learned that the candle was to seal the bottle and its cork with a water tight seal  to keep it from filling and sinking. How brilliant people are! “Someone has obviously done this before me.” I commented out loud to the hotel desk clerk. I think she was simply humoring me because she just smiled an all-knowing smile and politely said nothing.

Writing my message was simple and to the point. I simply said who I was, why I set sail this message, the date, from where the vessel parted ways with land, and my own home address. Rolled up into a tight cylinder the paper message slid into the neck of the bottle just fine and unfurled itself  a bit inside to round out and fill the belly of the bottle. Placing the cork back inside the lip of the bottle and  over old newspapers we dripped the hot melted wax from the lit candle to seal the seam.  We let the seal dry, and repeated the process a total; of three times. All the while Lynn & I are speculating how far the bottle will get before being found on shore. Japan  Maybe? We occasionally will find glass floats from Japan our shores so it was a possibility.

The hardest part of it the whole experience was getting the tide to take the bottle out to sea on the other side of the break. The bottle kept coming right back on to shore in front of my feet,  every time we attempted to throw it out into the ocean as far as possible.  It was never far enough.. Even with this part of the Oregon coast being notorious for “Under Toes” this message in the bottle returned to the sandy beach over and over. Lynn and I were both becoming more frustrated by the moment seeing it roll back onto the beach. each time we launched it. Now what? In mid March the water temperature of the Pacific Ocean on the west border of the state of Oregon is typically no warmer than just above freezing which is not conducive for wading past the ankles. Even for a couple of Oregon girls. The beach quiet and pretty deserted this time late afternoon in March.

Heroes come in many disguises, Walking out from the tall sea grass which hides the parking, carrying a  surf board came a tall lean kid with a healthy tan and long har. He was not a Oregon boy with that tan. Maybe he was just an illusion?  Oregon does have its rare surfer despite the just above freezing water temperature and we seemed to be in luck this day. A young man who very much looked like a California boy ( later learning  he was ) who we learned had been watching our struggles from his car. I imagined him laughing from his car but that was not where i was going.

This young man became my hero for the day.

After a very brief few words from my newly proclaimed  hero, the surfer took my bottle tucked it under his chest between himself and his board and he paddled his way out past the breaking tide into calmer waters. As he started paddling  out faster we could see him look over his shoulder, maybe judging the distance from shore. He finally stopped, seeming to like the spot, he looked back at the shore line,  gave us a high thumbs up sign,  then pitched that bottle as far as he could throw. I lost in sight of it. We waited for him to ride a wave back to where we’re standing,  the three us watched and waited for the message in the bottle to also come back  ashore. yet again.

My message in a bottle was on its maiden voyage.

( Of course I could not resist this song )

I thanked this kind and thoughtful young man. My message in its bottle was really now on ts way.

For several weeks I watched the mail every day hoping for some kind of word. Nothing came. Life soon took over all other abstract thinking which this had been certainly. I soon just chalked it up to a great experience  a fun afternoon, something Lynn and I enjoyed together, then I  shined on whether I would ever know where my message landed or mot. I got on with life, or it got on with me.

It tool almost 9 months for me to receive a reply, but I did . My message was found on the coast line in southern California,. The receiver, a young woman sent me a small note via the US Postal Service but she respectively declined to divulge her real name or home town.  I appreciated this, I really just cared about knowing was where it had landed. This I knew was on a  beach in San Diego California. From Rockaway Oregon south to San Diego California in 9 months.

The “marooned islander” who received my message gave me so much more in her note she sent then a geographical location. Ironically (or maybe not so much) this woman had done a similar thing in her 20’s while on her honeymoon. She said sadly they never did hear about their message being found and it had always stayed with her that maybe one day she would still hear something.  She shared with me that when she found my bottle it was such a strong connection for her but she thought  her friends must were actually playing a trick on her. She could not believe this was a genuine message that she happened upon.

Then she shared with me in her own letter the most awe-inspiring, and astonishing  piece of personal information. Paraphrasing; her letter; she  explained briefly and without any details that her marriage had ended just 6 weeks prior to finding my message in a bottle.  The letter went on to tell me that although she had never found where her message went that she had sent,  but she knew now that it was meant all along for to find my message. Me message, she shared with me had set her heart free. She knew “from that point on she was going to be okay.”

All from one little communication sent in message in a bottle?

Communications may be the most powerful expression of love for one another we have, Have you reached out and touched someone lately with a letter, a note, or maybe even a message in a bottle?

Go on, go ahead and do it today. Some one  there waiting to hear from you.

©tjhelser2012

He’s Gonna Be 13?

How can this Be?

Really, 13? Where did the years go? How can it have gone so fast? He was just a tiny thing all brown-eyed and snuggly when he was born almost 13 yrs ago. I received my first speeding ticket on my way to his mommy who was in labor for the first time. MY baby having her first baby.

Thirteen year ago, really?

Today at age 12, the day before he turns thirteen he stands over Six Feet Tall. Taller than his grandfather who he’s always looked up to. Now what? Tomorrow he turns thirteen and the baby boy I have been honored to closely watch grow feels just like the young man I always knew he was destined to be.

My grandson is sensitive and tender, and he’s also the funniest kid I know. He’s protective of me in ways I had no idea a child could be. Having the honor of watching him grow has also shown me what a great mom my daughter is. That she has allowed me to be such an integral part of his childhood,  not just as his Nana, but also a co-parent means more to me than they’ll ever know. My daughter is a single parent and has raised him alone since he was 3. She has received little to no financial help from my grandson’s dad and the best thing I can say about that situation is he at least has been in my grand son’s life.

We raised our two girls, and had three foster girls. Our house was always full of girls and of boys and was also the meeting-house on the block. I could not keep enough juice and snacks around, they ate us out of house and home. I would not have had it any other way, having the kids underfoot always meant I knew what was going on and where they were. Our house was always noisy and busy, the kids all felt at home and when it first became empty years later I was lost. I even would get to know many of them closely and found that often there would be somebody knocking on our door just wanting  to talk.

As the kids all got older the boys becoming young men I found I knew nothing about what makes a boy tick. I had never missed not having a boy of our own. I never went through anything like the fact that not having a boy causing me to feel like I had missed out. I still don’t. But what I do feel now, and know within my heart is that I had been missing out on knowing how a baby boy becomes a young man. A young man who may become a husband and father someday.

How does this happen?

Having had these 12 years with my grandSON growing right beside me I now know. Through my daughter I now have had my little boy. I have watched him grow from infant through his toddler days The best! I have been privy to know him as he grows from toddler to a grade school chum. Seeing this young boy learn how to navigate with others his own age, and teachers who are really his first bosses has been fun and exciting. Then onto middle school and the beginning of his jock years. He’s an athlete and loves his sports. And in this family it’s encouraged it at all costs, except him. He’s not a happy camper the semester he has to take off. His mom is smart, she knows that a growing body should not play competitive sports year round at his age.  Watching him develop his own persona is a gift from him, and his mom and dad. One that I had no idea would mean so much. But it does.

It means so much to have the gift of being part of his life, and having him so near. This little boy who seemed like over night he suddenly became a young man, who is a protective entity in my life. I have never known this feeling from such a young man and am in awe of it and him. He’s a wonderful student who gets A’s and B’s, has played sports since he was 4 yrs old when he started playing T-Ball. Only because he was too young to play basketball. He’s played baseball, football, and his passion basketball. He looks the part of a basketball player by being so tall and lanky, yet has become as graceful as a swan (Do Not Tell Him I Just Said that please) He’s a kind kid who looks out for best of others. He’s not too old yet to tell us he loves us, and to give us hugs. Maybe someday, but not yet. When he hugs me his Nana, he has to bend his tall body almost in half while telling me that I don’t have to stand on my tip toes to hug him back.

My grandson turns 13 today. He has been a very polite kid all his life being raised with rules and boundaries in place. As he gets older and becomes a teenager I am so proud of the young man is continuing to be. He is the young man who is much taller than me, who you might see me out having lunch with, or maybe shopping. He’s the kind of young man who I will proudly show off any chance I get

He’s the young man in my life who is turning 13;  and I still cannot believe sometimes that he’s the same little infant my daughter brought home from the hospital that day. Where did those years go so quickly that I watched pass by?

Happy Birthday T-Man!

You know I am your Number Two(2) Fan!!

Never forget just how much your Nana loves you!

©tjhelser2012


Good Bye Fifty-Six

last hurrah

noun

plural ∼ -rahs

 [count]  : a last effort, production, or appearance  ▪ The movie was his last hurrah. [=it was the last movie that he appeared in]

Saying Good bye to 56 was not hard.  Looking 57 in the eye hard, yet still my last expressions of 56 was spent doing what my 50’s so surprisingly have delighted me with. Turning 50 was a gift, one that each year I celebrate with passion. It’s not an easy thing to reconcile with when your mind, heart & soul,  feel no less than the 30 and yet your body screams it’s not as easy as it seems.
I’m a young spirited person, believing that age is a frame of mind not some chronological state.
It’s a bit strange this saying “so long” to 56. Should there not be whistles and horns? I’ve now been married longer than I was ever in my parents home. Does that not count for something?
 But so not necessary when the “so – long” being shared is one including a welcome and a goodbye. I’m having the best hurrah of my life.
Saying hello to 57 is the sureness of myself. If not now, than when?
Taking command at 57 is not too late. It comes with more wisdom than I’d have had at even say 56.
My birthday day is the 14 of the month.
I am becoming more and more confident that sometimes I forget about the people around me.  If I have to be on one of the two teams, I will choose to be on the winning team. On the other hand, I am kind and caring and above all I care for all the right reasons.
My imagination is unique and often gets implemented shortly after the thoughts. Not trusting in second guesses I move forward when I can.
I love fiercely and passionately. This is who I am and I make no apologies for this.
Birthday’s signify that you are born again in the new entity the following year. A year when Spirit can guide you to a higher place. A place where honoring Him, and a time of grace has filled my heart of 57 years with much grace & overwhelming

Be Positive and Add 7.5 Years to Your Life: They Say~

Research shows that how you perceive aging affects how long you will live. In a study of 660 people, those with more positive perceptions of their own aging lived an average of 7.5 years longer. This effect remained after other factors such as age, gender, income, loneliness and health status were controlled.

So  I have this down it seems. I’ll gladly take the additional 7.5 yrs. Relieved that my annual doctors visit was met with good results and nothing this 57 yr old body is choosing to do is getting in my way.

Good bye 56. Good morning 57!

Still rocking out today~

©TJHELSER 2012

1920’s Schooner Becomes Birthday Greeting

HAPPY NOVEMBER BIRTHDAY MY LOVE

 
 
Above  please find my creations  for  one of my most favorite people in my life. This card is created  for my best friend forever, BFF, my husband
 He collects and loves his ships. He has an old sailor’s (he is a retired Naval Sailor) belief that if you keep a ship, any kind of image of a ship , such as  a painting, a 3D sculpture of a ship, or even a String Art ship done very early in 1970.   Keeping them all  on outside walls of your home  will keep away negative (read evil) spirits.
 Have no clue if it will work for everyone but for the most part my beloved’s ships have done a good job of keeping evil away from the inside of  our home.
So in honor of his birthday this past November
I created a card for him with…. drum roll please… … a ship…..of course. `920’s Schooner I’m told.
 (The ribbon layered behind the image  is from a swap box that I received from my twin in Florida.  Her contribution to D’s card )
 A funny but really lovely thing happened serendipitously regarding my BFF’s birthday cards. Because D is known for his love of ships my best friend here in town also created a hand-made card for D.
                                                                                       Another drum roll please…..
Yes Sir!  It was a stunning card with a ship’s image stamped on the front.
Both D & I found it to be one of the coolest gifts he’s ever received.