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New Release! The Mutinous Boomer Audiobook!

27 May

ImageNEW Audiobook Release! I’m thrilled to report that my Mutinous Boomer book can now be downloaded and listened to! The grand and glorious actress, Della Cole, who starred in our production of “Letters from the Front” for many years, is the narrator. My book has been graciously described as “5* Soul Candy!” Della makes each morsel delightful! In the coming days I’ll be blogging about our long association and how this audiobook came about. But, for now, I just wanted to share the excitement of having my book sound so very beautiful and would love to hear your thoughts on it.

Now on Amazon, Audible and iTunes – just in time for summer travel!  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H0RS60

 Marsha – The Mutinous Boomer!

Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer and her Parable of the Tomato Plant

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There’s a Reason that Dog is God Spelled Backwards!

17 Oct

I’d love to be a dog for just one day, living in our house, being taken care of by me and my family. Now that’s the life! I’d have the best seat in the house, get my tummy rubbed whenever I wanted and could stretch my legs out and find the most comfortable position in the universe to sleep in. But most important, I’d be able to answer the nagging question: what are dogs thinking about? I mean, how do they know so many things?DH-Pic#1-Shadow

How does a dog know that when you’re packing your suitcase it means you’ll be leaving him for a while?

How did my dachshund Zack know when I had a migraine? It was the only time he was allowed on our bed and he would lay at my feet, occasionally carefully easing his way up towards my face to check on me, like a gentle nurse. Such a comfort.

What was Shadow thinking when a hummingbird zipped into our patio and hovered right in front of him? How did he know to be still and quiet? He was in wonderment as much as I was. A mystery.

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What do dogs have to do with me as a writer? Everything. My dogs have been with me like great friends through good times and bad. They lay at my feet while I write and do silly things to make me laugh so I don’t take myself too seriously. I can’t imagine life without dogs, which brings me to my point: there’s a reason that dog is God spelled backwards. They are always there for me, loving me unconditionally and I don’t have to do anything to win their approval.

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So many examples I could give, but I’ll start with how I came to write my first book. The incident that became my first “parable” was about a tomato plant (of all things!). I was in my garden breaking up some seriously hard ground. My dogs Smokey and Shadow thought this was very entertaining. Mom had finally revealed the dog within, on hands and knees, burrowing into the ground. Smokey, my floppy-eared German Shepherd mix, was satisfied to lay in the shade and watch (after carefully positioning himself where he could guard the perimeter!). But Shadow was not to be left out of this blissful endeavor. Our shaggy little version of a black lab exercised his rights as the perpetual puppy and with his goofy grin, happily joined in the digging.

DH-Pic#4-GoofyGrinAfter I had my unexpected moment with the tomato plants, my dog parade followed me back inside, always my buddies. They both snuggled close to me on the sofa as I wrote about what I had just experienced. Who knows? Perhaps their sweet innocence was part of the inspiration that was to come. Part of the magic. I like to think so.

When I wrote “The Parable of the Tomato Plant” I had no idea it would be the beginning of a book. It was written more like an entry in a diary, then I slipped it into a rarely used drawer and forgot about it. Several years later I found myself as lost as I had ever been. Like so many other people, we had been hit hard by the economy, and I was feeling pretty beat-up by life. Looking for something else entirely, I opened the small drawer and found those few pages tucked away, waiting for me. When I read the “parable” I cried, smiled at the ironies of life and felt more hopeful. My dogs breathed a sigh of relief as my mood lifted. Embedded in what I had written was a clue as to how to get my life back again.

Holding those hand-written pages I realized that it was a bit of a miracle that I had found the clue on that particular day, when I needed it the most. I wondered how many other clues were hidden away, tidbits of encouragement laying dormant. Over the coming months I would discover many other clues in the daily miracles of life. Valuable information previously unseen was there for me to uncover, like so much buried treasure. Signposts pointing the way.

And that’s how “Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer and her Parable of the Tomato Plant” began. When I came to the conclusion that I had a book inside of me that needed to be written, my dogs looked up at me with anticipation. With their keen doggie-sixth-sense, they knew something was afoot!

Albert Einstein said, “There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” My book is about what happens when I chose the latter:  real life collided with real miracles!

I would love to hear your thoughts on miracles and dogs and anything else that comes to mind. Feel free to leave a comment here or connect with me through my website or social media links. Have a wonderful day full of miracles and, of course, dogs!

Marsha

Marsha Roberts, Author

Confessions of the Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer and her Parable of the Tomato Plant

http://www.mutinousbabyboomer.com/

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H0RS60

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The Long and Winding Road – For Real! Part 2

28 Apr

Continuing from last week, we’ll pick back up The Now Explosion Rock ‘n Roll Miracle Story when Bob had just been given the 45 RPM record of The Long and Winding Road after he had said, “I’ll do it for free.” Genii Macaulay had responded, “You’re hired.”

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Everybody always thought Bob was on drugs. He wasn’t. He was on film. Who needed drugs when you had film? The bug had bitten him very young and he had been infected with it ever since. After school he would study the craft of making movies in the FSU library not far from his home in Tallahassee. He would save his lawn-mowing money to buy precious rolls of 8mm film and make his kid brother Randy jump through hoops (figuratively and literally!) for the camera. He graduated to Super 8 a few years later when everybody thought his “hobby” should have been long gone. He had done whatever was necessary to learn how to make films and it never once occurred to him he wouldn’t eventually be successful at it.

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All of that had been in preparation for this moment. He was incredibly excited, but to see him you wouldn’t have known it – because he was focused like a laser beam. There was no way he was going to blow this opportunity to shoot for The Now Explosion!

He drove straight home to his apartment on Campbellton Road, sat down on the sofa and pulled the 45 out of the paper sleeve. He knew he would never forget the feeling of pulling this piece of round vinyl out of this particular square, paper pocket. This was it.

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He slid the 45 down the spindle of his record player and played The Long and Winding Road over and over again. He liked it, but thought it was an unusual piece, a little sad for the Beatles. He got out his stopwatch and a legal pad and timed out the lyrics, the chorus. He jotted down the words and the visuals they brought to mind until finally a storyline began to emerge. He could see the scenes play in his head, it was already becoming a movie. When he got to the point where the entire song was a visual in his mind, he stopped playing the record and wrote out the script shot-by-shot.

He called a friend, an aspiring actress who had been in his 15 minute 16mm epic and told her he was going to put her on TV, but she had to be ready before dawn. Alva Sanders was quiet for a second, then said, “Okay.”

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He had just enough sunlight left that Thursday evening to get shots he needed of the flowers that were the pride-and-joy of the older lady who lived next door. She said it was fine for him to take pictures of her flowers, but she had never heard of The Now Explosion. The sun was setting, so he quickly got shots of his apartment complex while there was still enough light.

He needed a photo of a handsome young guy for the girl in the film to think about and as he rummaged through his drawer, he almost laughed out loud that the only one he had on hand was Randy’s senior high school picture.

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Whether he had wanted to be or not, Randy had always been in Bob’s movies, he might as well be in this one too! Bob stuck the photo in a frame and grabbed a shot of it. The next thing was the clock on the kitchen wall. The only other thing he could shoot inside his apartment were rings on the table. Although he was about to hop out of his skin with excitement, he knew he had done everything he could that night. He set his alarm for 4:30am.

He pulled up at Alva Sander’s house at 5:30am so they could be at this open field he’d found west of Atlanta ready to shoot when the sun came up. It was too early to talk much, and besides, Bob was deep in thought about how he was going to pull this off.

He knew precisely what he wanted to do from the moment they arrived. He placed Alva at one end of the field and he was positioned on the opposite side. With a long lens, he shot a scene of her running through wild flowers, silhouetted against the rising sun. And so he continued methodically, working through the hand-written script, timing each shot with his stopwatch.

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Several hours later they finished with that location and went back to Alva’s parent’s house. The light was perfect in Mrs. Sander’s bedroom, so that’s where he placed Alva, looking longingly out the window. He was finished shooting there by around noon and Alva’s mom had sandwiches ready for them. He gulped his lunch, said a quick “Thanks!” as he ran out the door and hurried downtown to get shots of people on the streets. He was a man with a vision, a stopwatch and a deadline!

He arrived at Cinema Processors lab around 2:00pm and Phil, who ran the lab, had his film in the “soup” a few minutes later. He screened it there, thought it was pretty good and was back at WATL by 3:30. Genii was too busy to look surprised that this insistent young man was back in her office already, she had two phones and three cigarettes going at the time.

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She showed Bob where the editing room was and said to let her know when he was finished. There was a Movie Scope viewer with a 3″ wide screen, a single gang synchronizer for measuring the footage as he cut it, a cement “hot” splicer and a pair of film rewinds. He had no way of running the music with the picture when he was editing, so he had to rely on his stopwatch settings that he had also used when he was shooting.

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Okay, I’m going to take a breath and say that again, just to make sure you heard me: HE HAD NO WAY OF RUNNING THE MUSIC WITH THE PICTURE! He used his stopwatch to figure out where to cut!?!! Now, keep in mind, this was the original film he was cutting, the same film that had been running through his 16mm camera a few hours before this. There was no workprint, this was newsreel style and there was no avoiding that splice marks would be visible. True guerilla filmmaking – no mistakes allowed!  Impossible to keep it in sync with the record – inconceivable!

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It was about 6:00pm when he was finished cutting The Long and Winding Road, and Genii called Bob Whitney and a couple of the staff in to screen the film. There was a small record player on the conference table, they turned it on and cued the film up in the projector. I have absolutely no understanding how they got the film and the record started at the same time, but they did!

There was no reaction from the group as they watched Bob’s film. Miraculously, it was in perfect sync with the record. Bob thought it looked great and was waiting to be congratulated, but there was only deathly silence when the film ended. Everyone just kept staring at the blank screen. No one had ever seen anything quite like it and really didn’t know what to make of it. Before this, they had been primarily taping teenagers dancing with psychedelic effects in the background or dancing outside with simple outdoor scenes.

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This film was something different entirely: a story showing sincere emotion and intercutting seemingly unrelated scenes that amplified those emotions. Her loneliness contrasted with the lonely, crowded streets; the beauty of her love as reflected in the flowers but contrasting with the stark and ugly apartment complex – all shot in available light for heightened realism and a more personal feel.

He had put his heart into it and now Rector’s heart was in his throat as he thought, “Oh shit, they hate it!”

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Whitney looked at Genii, nodded his head, and Genii said, “Okay, we’ll see.”

Later that night the film was transferred to 2″ quad video tape and put on an individual reel ready to go into the show’s rotation. That was Friday.

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Bob went home and collapsed. He was exhausted and a little confused, but still confident. How could they not like it? I did a terrific job! He would be up and waiting in front of the TV set at noon the next day.

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About fifteen miles away, as the crow flies, I was waiting in front of the TV set too. The new Beatles song, The Long and Winding Road had just come out. I had heard it on Quixie that week on the Skinny Bobby Harper show and was hoping it would be on The Now Explosion. Great song and pretty poignant since the Beatles had just broken up about a month earlier.  It didn’t come on right away, but after about half an hour, I heard Skinny Bobby say in his best I’m-the-most-charming-DJ-in-the-universe voice, “And now the latest hit from the Beatles, The Long and Winding Road.”

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And there it was, the film Bob had been shooting just the day before. He sat stunned, wondering how many hundreds of thousands of people were watching it. It was beautiful, he had done it, just like he always knew he would. Then the phone rang and Alva was screaming, “Did you SEE it?! Did you SEE IT?!” A few minutes later the doorbell rang, it was the lady next door all aglow, “I just saw my flowers on TV!” And then Randy called and said somebody had called him and said they had seen him on this television show and “What the hell, man?”

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The break up of the Beatles wasn’t what concerned me that Saturday as I watched the images of The Long and Winding Road flicker hauntingly across the screen. It was the break-up of a much more personal nature that I was consumed with. My boyfriend and I had just broken up. We had been together for over two years and had thought we would always be together. As I watched the girl in The Long and Winding Road, that girl was me.

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She even had long, dark hair like I did. And she looked at the picture of the boy she loved, just as I had done a hundred times. She was broken-hearted too, and I cried as only a seventeen year old girl can cry. I cried for her and for me.

How could I have known that it was the young man who had made The Long Winding Road, Bob Rector, who was destined to be my husband.

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The Long and Winding Road was by far the most requested video of the weekend.

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On Sunday afternoon, Genii called Bob and asked him how many films he could turn out in a week. “Oh, one a day,” he said, not thinking for a second what shooting five films a week would entail. Genii told him to be in her office first thing Monday morning and she’d give him the records he would shoot that week. He asked her if he was going to get paid and in typical Genii no nonsense fashion she said, “Yeah” and hung up.

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Forty-three years later Bob Rector and I have been happily together for almost thirty-eight years. What’s the story behind that? Well, I’ve already written that one, in my Mutinous Boomer book!

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But, now we find ourselves thrust unexpectedly into the world of The Now Explosion once again. How in the world did that happen? Well, I’ll tell you…

Last October, our son Matt, who just so happens to be a musician himself, emailed his dad, “Get ready for a trip back in time, I know how you don’t like time travel but I think you might like this. Click on the link to be transported.” Bob didn’t think anything about it because Matt is always sending us movie trailers and such, and everybody knows Bob isn’t fond of time travel. But, Matt was right, he was instantly transported when he clicked on the link and saw Alva Sander’s face.

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He called out for me, his face was flushed – he had been hit with a bolt from the blue. I stood behind him, my hands on his shoulders and we both watched as forty-three years melted away, our eyes misty from the sheer power of the memories.

The Long and Winding Road indeed.

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By Marsha Roberts

Author of Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer

http://www.mutinousbabyboomer.com/

The Twinkie In My Eye!

8 Mar

Last week was our first Boomer Lit Friday and the title of my Blog was “The Twinkle In My Eye!” I had several people comment that they thought the title was TWINKIE in my eye, which was so ridiculous that I decided to use “Twinkie” in this post, although it has absolutely nothing to do with my subject!

We are now on the 2nd Boomer Lit Friday Blog Hop & here is the next sample of

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My theory was, if there was a parable in a tomato plant, perhaps there were other parables from my life that I hadn’t noticed before, waiting for me to discover the enchanting nugget buried inside. Maybe what I was looking for would be hidden in one of those nuggets.

Life had it’s challenges and disappointments when I was young too, but I had managed to keep my essence intact, my own personal magic. Had it simply been youth, or was this life-force still available now? I didn’t know, but I had to find that stubborn, indomitable, fearless gal I had once been. I missed her and I needed to know her secret formula for keeping her verve day after day, year after year.Image

Had it simply been youth? IS that life-force still available now? Find out! This book is available as an ebook or in print from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and others. Direct links are on the Mutinous Baby Boomer website:

http://www.mutinousbabyboomer.com/

Now that you’ve heard what I’ve got to say, hop on over to another Boomer Lit Author and enjoy their take on things at:

http://boomerlitfriday.blogspot.com/

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The Tiny Wizard Miracle – or is it? You decide!

31 Jan

Have you ever thought something so random that it occurred to you an angel might be whispering in your ear? Ever felt the hair stand up on the back of your neck and thought something special was about to happen? Did you wonder what it meant and try to listen or did you just brush it away?

Well, for me, I’ve been trying to figure out how to listen better. Whether it’s angels or what, I know we are given clues about the right path to take. When I’ve ignored those clues, I’ve always regretted it. But whenever I listen to them, better yet, acted on them, it’s always worked out for the best. And sometimes it’s worked out astonishingly well! In little ways and in big ones.

Case in point. This is a little one, mind you, but it reminded me in no uncertain terms to PAY ATTENTION!

Several months ago we moved to a house with lots more room, so I was able to get many things out of storage and in the process had the extremely fun experience of discovering treasures I hadn’t seen in years. For once I had the luxury of a little time in the move and I could sort through all the boxes to see which of my prized possessions would be a part of my life again, what would be thrown or given away and what would go back into a box for another time.

When that job was done I realized I was missing one cherished piece: a tiny 2″ tall pewter figurine of a wizard holding a small crystal in his left hand and a staff in his right. He had not been in storage over the years; for more than 25 years he had been on my mantle wherever we lived. He had been a gift and was symbolic of many things – I loved that little wizard. But now, after sorting through every single box, I had no idea where he was.

One morning about two months after the move, I was reading an inspirational book to get my mind focused on the day’s tasks. It was an early one by Wayne Dyer. I was at the end of the book and he was talking about how important a spirit of generosity is in finding your own spiritual path to manifesting your dreams and desires in life. It suddenly (randomly!) occurred to me I needed to write down the address of a woman I had recently been put in touch with. She is very active in helping the military, and I had a huge batch of letters I needed to send to her that I had collected for American troops stationed overseas. She had the contacts to get the letters in the hands of our soldiers.

OK, now pay attention (which is what I was being told to do!). This was something good I was supposed to do. I wasn’t thinking about it at all, but it was put on my mind while I was reading about “a spirit of generosity” and I didn’t think a thing about it at the time, except to find her email before it got buried in the mass of contacts I had recently made. I didn’t think about it having to do anything with what I had just read. I just acted when I felt the urge. I found the email and as I was printing out her address I thought I should go ahead and weigh the letters to see how much it was going to cost to ship them, so I could plan for the expense.

I had put the boxes on the shelf in my office closet. They were so heavy that I didn’t want to haul them into another room to weigh them on a table like I normally would. I just wanted to do the quickest, easiest thing and plop them in front of the closet. So I placed the scale on the floor and pulled a couple of big boxes down on top of the scale. The thing is, the boxes were so large that I couldn’t see the reading on the scale. I had to get down on the floor, with my face laying on the ground to see what the weight was. I turned my head to the side to get around the bulk of the boxes and what did I see on the floor behind the closet door? My beloved Wizard!

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He was in such an odd, hidden spot, I don’t think I would have ever have seen him if I hadn’t done this specific action, with my head on the ground, turned sideways – the action that some sort of instinct had lead me to.

I happily greeted him back into the fold, checked to see how much it was going to be to send 50 pounds of letters and went back to my reading, with my little Wizard now on my desk. I had finished that first book, but wanted to continue reading that morning, so I started a more recent book by Dyer, “The Power of Intention.” Right up front in Chapter 1 it says, quoting Carlos Castaneda, “Intent is a force that exists in the universe. When sorcerers (those who live of the Source) beckon intent, it comes to them and sets up the path for attainment, which means that sorcerers almost always accomplish what they set out to do.”

I was taken aback by the reference to the sorcerer when I had just found my Wizard! Clearly some sort of communication or connection was happening! Several pages later… “Activating intention means rejoining your Source and becoming a modern-day sorcerer. Being a sorcerer means attaining the level of awareness where previously inconceivable things are available.”

First off, thank you, once again, Wayne Dyer for sharing your incredible insight and wisdom with us. And secondly, OK, I’m really paying attention now! This was no coincidence. Call it angels whispering in my ear, call it the continuing but often unrecognized miracles that are happening all the time, all around us, but when I listened, acted on what I “heard” it was then confirmed to me that the whole process of PAYING ATTENTION is not only valid, but can change our lives if we let it!

To remind you, this blog is based on three premises:

– Angels are real.

– You can live as if everything is a miracle.

– And there is a good reason that “dog” is God spelled backwards.

I think I covered angels and miracles here, but what about dogs? Well, my ever curious shaggy-haired sort of a little black lab named Shadow, was on the floor with me, his nose on the ground, looking to see what in the world was Mom doing? Keeping me grounded to reality and that life is ever so much fun are always my dogs. Shadow is one of The Dogs I’ve Loved – the subject of my next blog.

May all those who read this be blessed with joy and the awareness of all the miraculous things happening around you every moment of every day!

Marsha

Marsha Roberts

Author of “Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer”

http://www.mutinousbabyboomer.com/

Angels, Miracles and Dogs: The Thanksgiving Dog

4 Dec

Now that the big Thanksgiving push is over and before everyone is totally focused on Christmas, I wanted to share a true story that’s full of improbabilities (that I call miracles!), coincidences (that I believe are staged by angels!) and, of course – dogs!

Matt&Amber7-27-07My son Matt and his incredible wife Amber are unquestionably “Dog People.” They have two rambunctiously adorable canines named Precious and Depaula and would love to have a third one if they could find the right fit with their eccentric crew. Well, Depaula isn’t terribly eccentric, but Precious defines the word!

I’ll never forget the first time I met Precious. Matt and Amber had just bought her a few days before and they were bringing their new Boxer puppy over to meet us and our two dogs, Smokey and Shadow. I have to say that had not been a huge fan of Boxers. I tend to like dog faces that are hound-shaped, not squished! (sorry to all of you Boxer and Bulldog fans, but that’s what it looks like to me…) But Precious is something else all together and changed my view of Boxers forever. The thing is, she is just so female! In spite of her muscular build and her tongue that’s so long she can hardly fit the whole thing in her mouth, PreciousTounge-ashe exudes femininity! She even bats her eyelashes and, as Amber imitates her, like she’s saying, “But, I’m PRECIOUS! I’m beautiful! You just have to love me!”

However, that first meeting with Smokey was a no-go, nothing doing, you are not winning me over encounter. Maybe it was because Smokey had originally been Matt’s dog who eventually became “The Family Dog” Smokey8-09-aand so he stayed put when Matt moved out – so perhaps there was a little jealousy there. Regardless, he was not impressed with Precious and she was devastated.

Smokey is a short-legged, floppy-eared German Shepherd-and-something-else mix and all male. Precious did everything except stand on her head to get Smokey to like her. She flirted and when that didn’t work, she humbled herself and batted those big eyes at Smokey. His answer was to plop down on the floor with a disgusted Harrumph! Finally, when it was completely clear she was not going to get an ounce of affection from Smokey, she sat up proudly with her back to him and stuck her bottom lip out and pouted like a five-year-old princess, glancing at Smokey occasionally as if to say, “How can you do this to me? I’m Precious!” It was hysterical to see this puppy with her bottom lip out, pouting!

And that just begins to describe how eccentric Precious is. You’d swear she sees ghosts, she’ll go after a flash of light on a wall as if it were a critter that must be destroyed and no matter who is in the room, she is the most dominating personality and always the most energetic! Depaula is her partner-in-crime. Being a Pit mix, he’s a little larger than Precious, but he’s a gentle soul who seems to have been born to keep her company and calm her excited spirit down a bit. They are big buds.Precious&Depaula-a

Understanding the nature of Precious and Depaula is important if you’re going to be able to visualize the events surrounding The Thanksgiving Dog.

It all started at about 4:00 am the Tuesday morning before Thanksgiving. Matt is a musician and a writer, so he’s always kept odd hours. He had just gotten up and was going to let the dogs out. They live in a quaint townhouse with a front stoop and small fenced-in yard. The gate is always closed.

When he opened the front door there was a surprise waiting for him on the stoop: a large, unfamiliar dog laying there, shivering from the cold. He had the body shape of a Pit Bull and the coloring of a Dalmatian – one of his black spots went around his left eye, giving him a distinctive look. No way Matt was going to leave a dog out in the cold, so he brought him into the warmth and got him food and water. The Dynamic Duo of Precious and Depaula seemed to recognize the plight of a fellow pooch and didn’t argue the point.

It wasn’t long before Amber was up and they decided to take him over to the vet so the Stoop Dog could get scanned for a microchip to try and find his family. He didn’t have on a collar, but was clean and groomed and appeared to be so very well cared for that they thought he would probably be chipped. He wasn’t. So they took him in.

The three dogs dominated the living room as they worked at getting to know each other that day, but Matt got a kick out of it and thought they might be able to keep the Stoop Dog if they couldn’t find his family. Later, when he let the three-some out into the front yard to do their business, the new dog suddenly got excited about something and jumped the fence. This isn’t an easy thing to do because of the height, but he was strong and made it appear effortless. Matt figured he just wanted to try and find his home, so he let him go.

Ten minutes later, the big guy was back on their stoop again! At that point it was clear they had been “chosen” by this dog for some reason and decided it was the right thing to put up fliers and try and find his family.

During the day, Matt wrote us about what was going on, telling us what a “sweet guy” the Stoop Dog was and that the three of them got along pretty well, considering his sudden arrival! But, after awhile, Matt said the new dog seemed to get sad, laying his head down on Matt’s leg, looking up at him like he was waiting for something. I’ll let Matt (from his email) tell the story from here:

So Amber came home a bit early from work and we decided to take him to the local shelter, even though we really didn’t want to leave him there. We just figured he’d have the best chance of finding his family at the local shelter. I mean, that’s where I would first go if we lost one of ours. Anyway, we get in the shelter (a really nice one, in our county) and tell them we found this dog, and the woman goes “Well look who it is. You two just made someone’s day. His owner was in here this morning crying her eyes out because she’d been looking for him all night.” Sure enough, she pulled out the pictures that the woman had left and it was the very same dog. They put us in contact with her, and when Amber called and told her we found her dog and kept him safe all day, she about lost her mind crying and thanking us. She left work right then and came to our house to get him. They were so happy to see each other. The dog (his name turned out to be Rico) just started wiggling and dog-dancing as soon as he saw her. She thanked us profusely…

Now Matt and Amber would no doubt tell the story differently, they experienced it themselves. But, witnessing this wonderful story unfold from a distance, it seemed very magical to me. As Matt told me, Rico specifically came to their house three different times, once when he found him on the stoop and twice when he saw something and jumped the fence. But he came back each time, as Matt said, “like he knew he had to be here for a reason or something.”

Matt isn’t one who believes in miracles and angels like his mom, but since I’ve decided to “live as if everything is a miracle,” this is my interpretation of the events. Rico’s instinct obviously told him to go to that house, sit on that stoop and that’s where he would find help. What is instinct? In my world it is either an angel whispering in your ear or miraculous forces making your next step abundantly clear. Either way, a miracle.

You could say that Matt and Amber taking Rico to that particular shelter was logical. Which is true. And you could say that Rico’s owner was doing the logical thing by bringing photos of the dog to that particular shelter to see if anyone had found him. And, that would also be true. But, when you add up the number of “coincidences” and place them side-by-side with all of the coinciding instincts to do the “logical” thing and mix them with the deep desire that everyone involved had to do the right thing, the loving thing – I think all of that energy is very powerful. I believe that kind of positive, full-of-love energy (from the people and the dogs!) brings into play an even more powerful force. I call it God, you may call it The Universe, but for me, it all results in a miracle.

Because that’s what a miracle is to me – love in action – in big ways and in small, everyday things. It’s all around us, all the time.

That’s it for The Thanksgiving Dog. Everyone was reunited just in time for Thanksgiving. And Precious and Depaula didn’t have to share their mom and dad for Thanksgiving, which I’m sure made The Boxer Princess happy as a clam.

And here’s to my son and his wife – Matt and Amber Matt&Amber8-10 fantastic, loving people doing the right thing at the right time. Miraculous!

Marsha

Marsha Roberts
Author of “Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer”
website: http://www.mutinousbabyboomer.com/

Angels, Miracles & Dogs – Sending Angels to NJ, NY, CT & Beyond!

8 Nov

Today is 11-8-12 and I have an angel idea. Like millions of Americans, I started my day by watching the footage unfold in the aftermath of Sandy (and now the Nor’easter) on the New Jersey coast and in places in New York like Queens and Staten Island and even up through Connecticut and beyond. For those of us who have done a good deal of traveling, we know those places, those people, and it’s heart wrenching to see what they’re going through.

You might be wondering what you can do to help. If you are blessed with a regular paycheck, you can certainly donate to the organizations that are doing good work on the ground there. If you are located in the area and have not been affected by the storm, you can volunteer your time and physically help, as we’ve seen so many wonderful people do. But, for the millions of us who aren’t located anywhere near the disaster area and don’t have the luxury of extra cash right now, there’s no reason for us to feel helpless. There is something we can do that I’m doing right now. We can send angels to help. And I mean that sincerely.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the concept of actual angels, let me back up a bit. I became aware of the existence of angels when I was young and a nurse in the ICU. But I never had a clear vision of my angels until years later when I started traveling on a regular basis as a business woman.

When I would board a plane I realized that angels were all around the airport. I’m not kidding, I’m speaking literally: angels were there and always went with me on my travels. Ask anyone who has ever boarded a plane with me and they’ll tell you.

Once I get seated on a plane, my angels start preparing for takeoff. These gals all have leather fighter pilot jackets on because they are ace fliers. Some of them have close fitting leather helmets with their hair tucked neatly inside. Others like to have their hair blowing in the wind. They all have goggles and they all have large, magnificent wings.

Every angel has her specialty. There’s one angel who’s an engineer and she is zipping through the interior of each engine and all other complex parts of the airplane, making sure everything is all right. If our takeoff is delayed because of mechanical problems, I know my angel pointed out the trouble to the ground crew.

Another angel is in the cockpit with the pilots. She’s looking over the control panel, analyzing all of the flight data and coordinating her findings with the engineer angel. If she finds a problem, she whispers in the ear of one of the pilots so he can make sure it is taken care of before we leave.

The rest of them position themselves under each wing of the plane, several per wing, one beneath the tail and one under the nose. As the engines rev up, they stop chatting and get serious, put their goggles in place and extend their wings. When the plane begins moving, the angels walk underneath and get ready for takeoff.  The plane picks up speed and they run faster and faster until — lift off! The angels have us safely in the air and all is well.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been flying and there has been turbulence or some other concern. During these situations I’ve told other passengers about my angels and it never fails to give people comfort. No one ever tells me they don’t believe me. I guess it’s kind of like believing in Santa Claus when you’re a kid, just in case it’s true, they want to make sure they have all their bases covered.

When you think of how many people there are on this planet, think of how many angels there must be available to watch over us, help us. Countless! So I’m imagining battalions of angels floating through the sky like paratroopers, surveying what’s below and seeing where the greatest need is. Yep, mine have on flight jackets and goggles, and when they land we see that their parachutes were actually their wings folded beautifully over their heads. They go to every single person, home, place that needs their help. They guide rescuers to those who are the most needy and they comfort those who are afraid. They protect and encourage and, ultimately, assist in all manner of miracles happening.

Some of you will find what I’m talking about very easy to imagine. Others will think this is fiction. Regardless, most of you know how powerful our thoughts can be (by the way, the book “The Power of Positive Thinking” first published in 1952, is still being re-printed and is still valid!). Think of how different the outcome has been in situations in your life when you thought positively instead of negatively. If you can imagine angels by the millions arriving to assist those in northeast who are in dire need – great! If not, send your powerful, loving and positive thoughts. Call it prayer if you like. Just know that we are not helpless, we are all connected and we can make a difference, even from a distance.

Remember, this blog is based on three premises:

– Angels are real.

– You can live as if everything is a miracle.

– And there is a good reason that “dog” is God spelled backwards.

So, today I’ve given you angels and miracles, but what about the dogs? May angels help all of the beloved pets (yes, even cats!) to find their owners, to find homes and shelter. And, when they are reunited, we know what miraculous comfort those sweet creatures will be to the people who love them.

I just stopped for a minute and told my dog Smokey McDoggerson what a great dog he is and how much I appreciate his sweet spirit in my life.

I hope my version of angels made you smile and imagine what your angels might look like! Find reasons to feel blessed this day and send those grand feelings to those who need our best and most positive thoughts, efforts and prayers.

Marsha

Marsha Roberts

Author of “Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer”

http://www.mutinousbabyboomer.com/

 

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