I love Mozart music because I think it happy and tuneful. If anyone would have suggested that one day it would be my favorite music, I would have affirmatively denied it. Things change.

The books I read about Mozart say he was not wealthy and had sort of a sad life, but his music is wonderful and I agree he is the greatest composer that ever lived. I understand he did not have ‘rough drafts.’ The music was transferred from his thinking to the paper. Once his father asked about his next opera and he said, ‘It’s already composed, I just need to write it down.’ That is a great deal of music to store in one’s brain.

Another story I read was when Mozart was a young boy, his father had another musician visiting and Mozart wanted to play his violin for them. They dismissed the youngster as interfering with their visit and he went away crying, stomping his feet, and carrying his little violin. I smiled as I read this, imaging a little boy disappointed this way. The adults felt badly, so they conceded and allowed him to play. They were astounded when he played the piece perfectly and entirely and without any music to read from. They were elated and applauded and he proceeded to play another piece perfectly, entirely, and without music.

I understand Mozart and other composers wrote music to played once for an audience. I think they would be greatly happy to know their music is played over and over and enjoyed by many. Mozart will never be forgotten. He lived about 33 years and created 635 lovely operas, concertos, sonatas and other musical pieces.

I came to love and appreciate Mozart music when I experienced a long bout of depression. I could not shake the sad feelings and cried most of the day and dreaded going to work or being with others. I knew I had to do something and did not wish to take medication. I learned of Dr. Daniel Amen’s book, “Change Your Brain, Change You Life.” It is quite technical, but the information that helped me a great deal dealt with the recommendation to listen to Mozart music. It stated that Mozart music has the most profound effect on the brain. This may have been debunked by others, but I can say it worked for me. The pieces I was advised to listen to were the ‘Sonata for Two Pianos’ and ‘The Violin Concertos’ – 2 and 3 in particular. I listened and these lifted the depression.

The other reason I came to love Mozart music is I am dyslexic. The book by Dr. Amen also suggested to read Don Campbell’s book, “The Mozart Effect.” I agree, the music is from heaven. This book described how the music would help with my dyslexic brain and it has. I have a reading disability because I jumble up all the letters with my dyslexic brain, but now I can read well and more quickly than ever. Also, “The Mozart Effect” and “Superlearning” by Sheila and Nancy Ostrander and Lynn Schoeder, also confirmed that Mozart music helped the brain learn, study, remember, and be creative. I found this to be truthful as well. Some say, ‘garbage.’ I say, ‘try it.’ One piano teacher I learned under told me that students in the band at school had higher GPA’s. I think it’s something to think about.

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I have always loved birds. They, however, do not share the same affection for me. I worked with veterinarians with talent to treat birds, but I lack the skill to treat a bird that is ill. I, however, I am able to complete the menial tasks of trimming nails and beaks. I am also able trim the feathers to prevent a bird from flying- and flying away.

Since birds don’t typically love me, I have learned to be careful. Once a bird latched onto my finger and I feared it would break the bone. The larger birds are quite capable of this. Others that care for birds receive kisses and the birds climb all over them and their shoulders and come when they are called. Birds only want to eat my fingers when I try to play with them.

From ‘wolf whistles’ to uttering actual words, it fascinates me that some birds make noises and some can talk. Some, like African Gray Parrots, have sizable vocabularies. I realize much of this may be ‘parroting’ or mimicking – especially when a bird growls like the family dog-  but when I attended bird shows, the birds seem to know what to say to questions they were asked. During a show at Sea World, when they were still in Ohio, I watched a bird answer all the trainers questions with perfect precision. When asked how the bird gets out of trouble, the bird replied, “I love you,” an gave the trainer a kiss. A piano teacher of mine owned a cockatiel that sang, “You are my Sunshine” while he played the song on his piano. Very cute. Sang better than I am able.

One veterinarian I worked with told me while he was trimming the nails of a full grown Macaw, the bird told him, “Don’t do that.” He was taken back at first. Afterward he learned that when the owners took the bird from its cage, it would try to bite them. They would tap the beak and say, “Don’t do that.” We all laughed.

It may be embarrassing to image what a bird in my home might say. Maybe something like- “Who’s the idiot who left … here.” “Somebody’s in real trouble now.” Or, “If you do that again, I’m going to give you a good spanking.” There are probably many things  a bird could learn to say while living with people.

My favorite bird story is the story of the family that lost their little bird- a cockatiel- who flew out their open door. They were frantic and looked everywhere for him. When they decided to give up their search, a neighbor who knew them and the bird called to say he was at their house. They told the owners that when they opened their door, he miraculously flew in. The wife sent the husband, Norm, to retrieve the little guy. When Norm walked into the rescuers’ home, the cockatiel flew right to him, landed on his shoulder, and said, “Hi, Norm.” Whether they just repeat is debatable, but I know if I had a bird that did that, I would never want to lose him again. Sweeeet little bird.

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Some friends told me of a grave with a mailbox. They tell me the children write notes to Grandpa. I can image the notes the little ones write. “Dear Grandpa, we played today.” “Dear Grandpa, we miss you.” “Dear Grandpa, we are glad you are in heaven.” And on and on the little notes may go.

I think the mailbox is a clever idea. I wish all my loved ones had one. I have many little notes I would like to send them. “Dear so and so… I still miss you.”  “…. I still love you and think of you every day…” “… wish you were here to share… with me…” “…. want to go on the river again and wish you were going too….” “…. want to  let you know how thankful I am over and over for all the good times and things you did for me…”  “…in the mood for Korean food? or Whoppers?”  and many other little notes.

When checking on a friend whose wife passed a couple weeks after my brother, he shared how the writing on a sympathy card my mother sent looked like my brother’s handwriting. For a moment, he was freaked at the thought that my brother sent a card. I thought it was funny, but said ‘wouldn’t it be great if we could get notes from heaven?’

Mmmm. What would they say to me? “Stop worrying!” “Carry on!” “Waiting for you.” “Don’t be sad.” “All is well – no pain, no sorrow, I am in paradise…” I am certain the notes would be comforting. They would help ease the pain of loss. A friend at work said notes would clear up a lot of things. I asked what that meant. He said it meant it would help if whether what we believe is really real. I shared how some have said, “If heaven is not real, we have lost nothing, but if it and God are real, and we do not believe, we have lost everything.” The stakes are high.

Nevertheless, I am coming to see there are people who are still alive and in my life that I have the opportunity to write notes to. Notes to tell them how much I love them and how I am thankful for their love and friendship and help through the difficult times and sharing the fun and happy times. I am taking time to let them know all that is in my heart before I cannot send the notes. I want to keep connected to all my loved ones.

Don’t pass up an opportunity to write the letters to the ones still with us. We will all be somewhere else one day, but it is important to keep sharing our hearts with the ones here too.

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I am inviting all FB friends to share and post their cutest pictures. This little ballerina’s affection demonstrated as she kisses this lovely horse makes me happy. Cute always does.

I have a close friend who shared with me how one of her relatives told her that life is full of many hills and valleys ( – translated ups and downs -which comes as no surprise to anyone). She said to help with this, she was advised to surround herself with beautiful things. It has made me pursue surrounding myself with beautiful things and things that I find make me happy- like the photo above to help with the never-ending ups and downs of life.

I don’t think it takes a great deal of money to follow my friend’s admonition. I think taking a walk in a favorite park or sitting by a pond with ducks floating on it or being around good friends, talking and laughing, are things that are beautiful to surround oneself with. I have taken comfort in all these things as well as I find many photos while cruising the web- like the one above as well as the ones below-

Who couldn’t love a baby rhino with a budding horn? This makes me marvel at the world and all the beautiful creatures in it as well as wanting to grab that little thing and just squeeze it.

…Or these lovely platy babies. The only mammals that lay eggs to hatch these gorgeous little ones. More remarkable creation.

… And flowers ALWAYS make me happy. They are B-E-A utiful beyond my words. I may not be able to afford extravagant bouquets like this one, but…..

I can find these happy daisy flowers and many wild flowers scattered over my property and the fields in parks that I can take home to a vase on my table. These are more beauty to surround myself with and lift my spirits.

….And something else that makes me happy is to see a little boy praying and smiling even though he does not seem to have many luxuries in life.  He has learned the most important thing. He reminds me what is treasured and beneficial and he helps me count my blessings and my ‘haves’ and …

….not my ‘have-nots.’  He reminds me to pray about everything- and that surrounds me with beautiful things and that makes me happy.

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I have always been amazed at how and when friends come into our lives. I met June when I needed a stall quickly for one of my horses. In my emergency situation, I called a friend who managed one of the barns at a fairgrounds with seven boarding barns. I had not seen him in many years, but he was happy to help. After moving my horse to the fairgrounds, I met June and we became friends. She managed another barn at the fairgrounds.

June loved horses the way I did and owned two Arabian horses. Typically, horse ownership is reserved for those with sizable incomes- should we say. June had a small income from house cleaning jobs she took on, but she didn’t let that limit her. Since she managed the barn, she received money from boarders which paid for the care of the boarded horses and the extra covered her expenses. She came every day to feed and care for all the horses in her barn and ride her horses. Not only did she have 2 horses, she lived in a home with her family close the fairgrounds so she could walk to the barn each day. She did not have extravagant things (except 2 horses), but she had all she needed. Looking at her life made me give credit to what I consider Divine orchestration of events in life that appear to be possible for no other reason than that God stepped in and made a way for an essentially poor woman to be cared for and live like a queen – and owning pets such as horses, dogs and cats.

June helped me with things I was not so great at- like cooking. One time I asked her to put together a meatloaf and tell me how long to bake it in the oven. She in turn asked me for help with her veterinary needs. She had many barn cats and sometimes they had kittens. We were all aware of a dog in the neighborhood who did not like kittens and we had to protect them from this particular dog. A mother cat June owned had two kittens, but no one could find them. Thinking they had met the terrible neighborhood dog, June asked me to spay the cat. I took her to my clinic and spayed her and she spent the night with me. When I returned her to June, June told me the mama cat disappeared and in a few minutes, she reappeared with two beautiful little kittens she had hidden for safety. June was convinced the mother cat brought her the kittens to take care of because she knew was no longer able to. We are continually amazed at how the animals communicate with us and trust us. They even trust us with their precious little ones.

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I’ve only known how to speak one language. Everyone knows language is made up of words and words have meaning whether you ‘sound out’ words or your hands create words.

My brother shared how he was once asked to prepare a speech on words. He said he considered this assignment difficult because he couldn’t think of what to say. I thought about this and decided what speech I would have prepared. I would have said words are everything. I can not imagine a world without them. Words convey love, encouragement, sympathy, hope, well wishing, congratulations, comfort, and trust – not only to humans, but animals as well. Words convey information as well as urgency sometimes. We are taught to ‘choose our words wisely.’ Not only the ‘words’ we say are meaningful, but how we say them is meaningful. On many occasions, I have called friends just to hear the sounds of words because it made me feel connected and comforted.

Much of my life revolves around animals, so I consider how words apply to these speechless creatures. When training horses, we use ‘aides’ to train and direct them. Aides include hands on the reins to communicate to the horse, legs on their sides- also to communicate, shifting weight sends messages, and sometimes an artificial aide-such as a crop or spurs is used.

An additional aide I rely on is my voice. Tone and words convey messages to horses as well as most animals. Horses are smart and able to learn words such as trot, canter, walk, and ‘ho’ for stop. This is apparent when instructors ask riders to command the horse, and, at the words of the instructor, the horse obeys before the rider executes the request. Some instructors change the words for basic commands to avoid this, but smart horses learn the new words as well.

One day, my pacer – Mattie – and I were jogging when she kicked up at a fly. When her leg came down, she straddled the shaft. ‘Oh no,” I thought. I asked her to stop on the track. I talked to her as she allowed me to remove her harness, free her from the cart, move her leg over the lowered shaft, put her harness back on, reattach the cart to the harness, and jump back onto the jog cart to continue jogging. She calmly obeyed even though other horses jogged by her. This is amazing trust because racing horses are often excited to race when around other horses. Mattie stood with me quietly and calmly as I talked to her and asked her to stand still. She knew my voice and we safely corrected a potentially disastrous situation.

Words. I make sure I use them to communicate the pets in my life, but also to tell people I love and appreciate how much I do. I want them to hear the words I hold in my heart for them as well as show them every time I am able.

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Reputation is a everything. Being trusted and thought to be a person of integrity is valuable to me. For the most part, I have a good reputation and enjoy being a ‘good girl.’

My brother and I share a special relationship. Through many years of ups and downs, we became friends as well as siblings. I admire him. He is fearless. He shared the stories of his life with me – being in the DMZ in Korea, finding love and new challenges in employment, adventures on the rivers and the ocean, friends in his life, swimming with whales and many, many other stories of a life fully lived.

He and our mother spent years kayaking the springs in Florida where gators lurk on any given part. He was a genius- and I am not just saying that because he was my brother . He played Jeopardy with great success from his seat in the living room and won every game of Trivia. He had a photographic memory and recalled information instantly when things prompted him. If I had a million pages, I could fill them all with all the reasons my brother was the greatest person I knew and how deeply I loved him.  He wanted the best for me.  We walked many years together sharing our memories and making new memories each day. I would bet everyone out there in cyber world has someone they love the way I love my brother. Sometimes our conversation drifted to God. He occasionally quoted John 3.16. He said,  “That’s what it’s all about.” I agreed.

Recently, I experienced the saddest day of my life. We lost my brother after many years of illness. Hearts are broken and his is missed. Knowing his struggles are over and he is happy and well now does not always comfort, however, some comfort did come.  When sorting through his belongings, I found a cross stitch I forgot I sewed for him many years ago. The cross stitch was the Bible verse- John 3.16. I believe the message of the Bible is summed up from cover to cover in this one verse.

I personalized the words n the cross stitch- which were “For God so loved (my brother), He gave His Only Son, so (my brother) would never perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3.16. I may have forgotten sewing and sending this little message to him, but he did not. It comforted my heart that it had touched him so that he quoted it occasionally and now the truth of the words has come to him. He is in heaven and with the God I love and believe to be the Creator of the universe and everyone it in. I know my brother wants to see everyone decide to believe Jesus came so they never perish but have everlasting life. God Bless all of you.

If I never see you here, I pray to see you there.

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Recently I heard a darling story about an Otterhound pup. This is a breed of dog I never knew was a breed. I understand it is a rare English breed and there are only 6-800 dogs in existence. They are lovely and bred for scent abilities.

The breeders of this pup live in Florida and had a very long check list for potential new owners. When a single mother with children arrived to consider this little girl, the breeders had decided they did not want to sell  the pup to them until they noticed her one son with the pup.

The boy sat right next to the pup and said, “I am soooo thirsty, you must be thirsty too.” He proceeded to retrieve a bowl of water and let the pup drink first – then -without any apparent adult intervention –  he drank the remaining water from the bowl. The breeders were slightly stunned, but the sight of the boy with the pup was so heartwarming they allowed the mother to purchase the pup.

The family and pup relocated to Maine – of all places- at least it wasn’t Washington State.  When the mother found housing, she and her children settled in and the housing development told her she was not permitted to keep the dog. Instead of calling the breeder in Florida, she took the pup to a local shelter. Luckily, the employees scanned the pet and found the microchip identifying the breeders. When they were contacted, the breeders let the shelter know they would come to get the pup.

The gentleman I met shared how he traveled 2 1/2 days to Maine – in the Spring- through inclement weather – and finally arrived in almost the most north eastern part of the State. He was greeted by a very happy dog- a dog giving kisses, hugs, and jumping and spinning. The shelter was convinced this dog knew him.

The two of them headed back home to Florida. It was another 2 1/2 days of travel and the owner stayed in rest areas to sleep because the pet became so distressed if he tried to leave her in the car alone. Such a sacrifice- everyone is reunited and the pet is happy, cared for, and home.

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When we were young, my friends and I always had great fun playing games like Monopoly. We invented rules that didn’t quite match the rules that came with the game- like  awarding $400.00 for landing on the GO square, getting all the money in the center (the kitty) when landing on free parking , building on personally owned properties when ALL the color was sold- despite not being the one that owned them all, and other home spun rules.

This is probably not a blog that persons committed to following all the rules to a tee will appreciate- fair warning! In my world, rules have been bent.

When I met my step daughter, she was young and her parents divorced when she was even younger – about 5 years old. This was a critical developmental age and she fell behind in her school work -such as learning to read and developing her math skills as well as other educational tasks.

So, to help her, I used the games and story books to catch her up on her schooling. We had fun and she was easily engaged in learning without being aware of my intentions. Since she was unable to read, and loved picture books, we went to library and checked out 35 picture books- the maximum allowed. I read the books  to her each night. She thought she was tricking me into letting her stay up later and I was really tricking her into learning to read. Eventually, she began reading words and pages herself and then advanced to young chapter books. Eventually she excelled at reading.

For spelling, we played Scrabble. I told her all she needed to do was make words. As long as she created a word, she could place it anywhere on the board. I never mentioned the need to attach her word to any other word or letter on the board. At first she had some unusual spellings for words – which I ignored, but as time went on, she became more and more accurate with her spelling.

Monopoly was a great game for learning to count and handle money, building on properties, winning, and more. She loved it and we played by the rules my friends and I played by when I was a little girl. She learned quickly. I must admit I made it easy as she won all the time and learned to count money in a non stressful way. She enjoyed calculating the money for houses and then a hotel on the properties she owned.

Then, a kind of funny thing happened -something I never anticipated. One day she stepped out of our little world and went to her cousin’s home where they decided to play monopoly. She called me hysterical that her cousin did not play the game correctly. She explained all the rules her cousin was trying to make her play by. I thought, ‘oh no, I am not there to protect her.’ I told her some people don’t know the rules and play some other way. I did not mention we were the ones who did not play by the correct rules. I told her not to worry, forgive her cousin, and suggested they play with their dolls. Crisis averted.

I’m not certain if she ever realized I tricked her for her own good and I never anticipated she would encounter someone who would shatter her innocent approach to game playing, but somehow we got through it all.

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