Lend me your ears!


Today is National Day of Listening. What an interesting concept! Do we all listen in the same way – or even interpret this unique and obscure holiday in a similar fashion?

For the past year I have experienced a ringing in my ears – a probable side effect from treatments. The ringing is called tinnitus – and after a year I still haven’t figured out how to pronounce it. If I say TIN-it-tus, it sounds like a Latin philosopher, spouting profound comments while wearing a toga and peeling grapes. If I say tin-I-tus, I conjure up visions of an aging hobo, playing harmonica and stewing rabbits in coffee cans. Neither fits what I am hearing. The sound is like a tuning fork without the initial clang; just the constant, smooth vibration of sound afterward. And it kind of plays into the old “if a tree falls in the woods” question, because the sound is something that no one else can hear.

So on this Day of Listening, I am going to tell you about the other sounds I hear that allow me to embrace this particular one and accept it as part of my senses. I hear the sounds of Main St. just steps from my porch; police and ambulance sirens; the almost clownish squawks and squeaks of car security systems; and the chatter of people as they go back and forth to work or to do day to day tasks. Tuesday is garbage pickup day, and my 7:00 alarm. These aren’t obnoxious sounds to me, but reminders of the energy around me. The sounds of honking are minimal here – in Vermont, the general thought is to be patient and allow others a bit of courtesy while driving. Instead, I hear conversations sprinkled with laughter, and many wishes of “good morning” when passing strangers on the street.

At night my dog howls out every now and then – for moments in her dreams she is decidedly a sleek wolf calling out to Dog Star in the light of a full moon. I hear the ring of my cell phone; the voices of friends and the gifts of their deep or funny or informative, but always loving conversations. Even the sudden beep of the breadmaker is a happy sound, sending soft puffs of yeast breath into the kitchen.

So you see, hearing the philosopher hobo in my head is a small trade for all of that, and there is so much more I haven’t listed. But I am going to hand it over to you. What happiness do you hear?


Not always the end – it’s a beginning!


After an absence of many months, I am finally back to the blog! I have missed you. I have had several messages asking when Trust The Universe will return – so what better time than the day of Thanksgiving, to share my gratitude?

Nothing stays the same, and the last months have been full of hills and valleys, rough roads and smooth ones, on the way to the next adventure. I am grateful for every one, and here are just a few from the list:

My marriage of 20 years has officially ended since the last blog post. I am grateful for the years of teamwork, fun, laughter, and much happiness. I know this isn’t what you expect to hear from someone after a divorce, but there are no regrets on my part. I am also grateful for the divorce; I have faith that each agreement will be fulfilled completely and with compassion, and I am pleased to continue on with my own personal dreams. Among the many blessings I received from this partnership was the love and friendship of not only a lovely, spirited stepdaughter, but also an amazing mother-in-law (who remains a dear friend and holds a very special place in my heart) and an extended family I continue to love very much.

My last checkup in October saw only happy cells in my body! I intend to blast away any mutant cells with a double dose of optimism and silliness – they will not dare to return! I am grateful for the diagnosis and for every person who touched my life along the way and shared a laugh with me! And thanks, hair follicles, for being good little soldiers!

As any daughter, mother, sister, aunt, or other family title knows, it goes without saying that the family unit is an incredible gift. This is an official shout out to everyone who shares DNA with me. You all rock! The ones who are on other paths beyond the veil – I am so happy I can make you roll over every now and then. It’s good to stretch a bit.

My dad is a member of the latter crowd. Many times over the years, when I had a problem, or I made a mess out of things (again), he would cross his arms, rock back on his heels, and ask, “So, what are you going to do now, Shorty?” It was always my responsibility, and my choice, to create the solution.

And life is always amazing! I don’t know everything that is in store, but I do have a few thoughts. One goal is to find a house of my own – given my budget, its possibility will shine instead of its beauty – and I’m excited about making it into a place where everyone is welcome.

Another is a new web. TrusttheUniverse.com will eventually replace this blog, and will offer positive news for positive people. The idea is to share this message: that life is so good, no matter the circumstance; and with intent and positive thought, anything is possible! So stay tuned – and stay happy!

Over and Out – For Now


Many of you know that the Universe has given me a few challenges lately – a smooth road never makes a good driver, right? And right now, I need to focus my attention on day-to-day tasks as well as one more challenge that needs to be attended to – a divorce. I am thankful for the many wonderful years, a bit sad and disappointed that my then-partner stopped thinking as part of a great team and made the choices he made, but that’s his stuff. We each follow our own paths in our lives – my choice is to be happy and move on to the next adventure! . But that doesn’t mean I will be giving up on what I need to do, and in this case it is to make sure that all factors are weighed and measured to come to a fair and equitable outcome. There is a great quote that I love : “The wolf is neither man’s competitor nor his enemy. He is a fellow creature with whom the earth must be shared.” Those who know me best understand the significance and personal meaning to me. So I will be putting the great barter experiment on hold – for now – until I can give it the attention it deserves. Ireland will be there when it’s the right time. I will leave Trusttheuniverse up, but I won’t be blogging more than one or two times for the next few months. I am grateful for you, readers, and I hope you will return when I do. When I do come back, I hope to bring you news that everyone walked away reasonably satisfied and equipped to start a new chapter in this lifetime! In the meantime – trust the universe, keep smiling, and be kind!
Love and light,

Nirvana on Tour


Last week, I sent Nirvana (the wig) off in the mail to her new owner, Kathie Kelling. Nirvana arrived at her new Phoenix digs while Kathie was enjoying some time with three of her daughters. I received this message from Kathie:

“Today, 3 of my daughters took me to lunch for my birthday, which is coming up on Monday. We were going to a movie too, but had extra time in between so came back to my house. The mail had arrived, including the box with Nirvana. I opened it out of sight, put her on, and walked outside where my daughters were sitting in the sun. They laughed so hard they almost fell off their chairs! It wasn’t Nirvana’s fault – I am just not a long hair person and evidently no longer a blond. My daughter Candace decided she had to take a picture of me with her phone and send it to her son, Cody, who is 14. He responded immediately – OW! Then everyone took a turn getting their picture with Nirvana. Of course, my daughters wore her a lot better than I. We decided to create the Sisterhood of the Traveling Wig. After getting pictures with my 3 granddaughters here, she will go to my 4th daughter, who is in Riverside, CA. Then to my granddaughter in North Hollywood, and on to my sister in Placentia and her two daughters. Each person will have a picture with Nirvana and send it along. I envision Nirvana traveling the world and bringing joy and laughter to all.”

Yeehaw! Nirvana is carrying on the message of this blog – to find the silly in the serious. What better way than to send this part of my big adventure and bring laughter to others! I suggested to Kathie that we give Nirvana her own page, complete with pictures and updates, here at Trust the Universe, to show readers her global journey. Kind of like Flat Stanley for grownups.

Bon voyage, Nirvana!

A Barter with No Limits


Spring is in the air, and so are the barter bugs! We have another very cool trade – Kathie Kelling, who will be leading the trip to Ireland in June, is offering a one-hour PSYCH-K ® session – a simple, self-empowering process to effectively change self-limiting beliefs/perceptions at the subconscious level. This trade is for a session in the greater Phoenix area!

Kathie is trading for the blonde Nirvana wig I wore while in my bald turtle phase last year. Now clean and ready for a new life, it is traveling west. And then maybe east – to Ireland. Hey, then I can say hello to Nirvana while on my dream trip to Grainne’s land. My own hair, by the way, has undergone its own transformation – once blonde and straight, it is now dark and curly. Ok, ok….it’s dark with lots of sophisticated gray…

Go to Kathie’s web site to learn more about her sessions!

Check out the Trading page at the top of the blog site to see all the fun trades we have going on. Beautiful handknit shawls, laptops, autographed pics, etcetera, etcetera…get in on the action! And a reader is still looking for that elusive Rosetta Stone – let’s go on a treasure hunt to help her out!

Glove is All You Need


I have been ignoring this blog space and I apologize. The last few weeks have been filled with truck repair and inspection, settling into a new – although temporary – place, and looking for work in Montpelier.

I have also worked to meet people and become a part of the community. Recently I met a city official, who told me about one of her pet projects, the Onion River Exchange Program. The program encourages service exchanges between community members, with hours as the currency. So, each member’s hour of service to others is worth as much as the next member.

Well, you know how I love barter – see the Trading up for Ireland page – so I signed up! The exchanges were so interesting and varied. One single father asked for home-cooked dinners for his two boys and himself; a pet owner needed her dog’s nails clipped, another asked for help with guitar lessons. Others offered such services as web site development, or plumbing work, or yoga lessons.

My first hour of service was for the Onion River Exchange Project’s office. The girls who ran the project were busy moving from one location to another, due to a fire. So they were up to their exchanges in boxes. I was asked to deliver fliers about the project to downtown businesses. It was a perfect opportunity to get to know the downtown area. I spent an hour tacking up fliers, and at the end felt a sense of accomplishment as well as feeling as if I were a part of the Montpelier community.

The weather was fair that day, as were the few days before, and much of the snow had melted away from the parking lots and medians. When I parked behind Main Street and started to put my money in the meter, I noticed there were three gloves of different types lying at the base of the meter. Several other meters along the line had gloves at the base. I could envision what had happened. During the winter, it snows regularly here, and shoppers had to take off one of their gloves to handle the coins they needed to operate the meters. The gloves dropped from their hands and were buried by the continuing snowfall. So now, there they were lying there – a singles club for gloves with a 2 hour limit.

I thought about all those people who wondered what happened to that lone glove; wondering if it had been lost in that same great big black hole as socks from the dryer. I wondered if there was a place that would offer mismatched gloves to solve the problem, just like the place that sells mismatched socks.
I found this cool site where you can send in a lovelorn single glove to find a new mate. I read about one man’s quest to collect pictures of poor little lost handwear.

But the best glove-related site I found was a story about a man who honored his father’s legacy of giving by offering gloves to the homeless.

Next time I’m in Montpelier, I’m going to take some time to pick up those single gloves that are hanging out at the meters, wash them, and take them to a homeless shelter. They might not be new, or matched, but they can certainly warm a hand – or two.