Three Sisters, One Woman's Walk: March 2026

The moon shines its light on each one of us.

Joyous Cherry Blossoms, a breathless feeling.

Spring and a new do for me.

The Primrose tells it's own story as it blooms.

Our realtor called yesterday to let us know someone wanted to look at our condominium which has been for sale now for eleven months. We spent today preparing our home for a 4:00 showing. It's hard work, reorganizing our lives and transferring daily time spent living into preparing for unknown visitors, and leave our home. It was just five plus years ago that we did this with our home of 21 years. It sold in two weeks during the Covid pandemic. I do find hope in the process as we have decided to invest in a larger intergenerational home. However, at the end of the day we are exhausted. We often become all turned around when we get settled back home because our organized life has all been put away or cleaned away for reluctant to buy strangers. Order is reorganized for someone else, not us. We love our chaos. A year of this has been overwhelming for us! We are not unhappy in our living situation, we love it here, but we do feel an urgency and a need to join our children to support each other during these difficult times that are only going to increase in severity. Unfortunately.

We went down to Tino's for an early dinner and talked about our plans for an integenerational home. We visited the lake and walked around the community garden which is along Austin creek. The sound of the running creek water as it echos in my body is healing.

There must be avenues for the exhaustion from the world’s complicated events to be released and placed gently into the earth for healing and with gratitude. Walking in nature is one avenue of release. Receive the love the earth and water offers selflessly. We come home and watch baseball, the Mariners opening season. Relax. An escape from the terror of a hazardous, fruitless war and a country of precious souls finding once again the need to stand up for life itself. Eight million and counting. The moon shines its loving light on each and every one. Imagine that. Feel that.

Shine your Light!

My husband's ever present love for me. He holds on to our sacred love. Ever so Gently. A light shines.

Letting fear drop and terror float away with the falling Cherry Blossom Flowers and the flow of the creek as it runs into the lake.

Keeping me in tune to myself and the treasures we are gifted with Each and Every Day.

Sleepless Heart and Restless Legs on the Eve of this Full Pink Moon. Shining down.

Tomorrow morning I will plant snow peas and listen to the birds and put my feet in the water. I will attend my weekly Grandmother's Circle, watch the Artemis II launch, and take an afternoon nap. It’s late. I should be sleeping.

Heather and Magnolia and The Full Pink Moon

Until then…some music. Joni Mitchell’s album “Shine”. How many times can I listen to it? Or “Come in From the Cold” on her “Night Ride Home” album. As many times as it takes!

Chuck is asleep. I use my ear buds, settle in and try and rest. Lavender oil is healing and nerve settling, I keep it by my bedside. I rest now, the moon shines.

Joni Mitchell has Always kept me sane. https://jonimitchell.com/

SHINE

Oh let your little light shine
Let your little light shine
Shine on Wall Street and Vegas
Place your bets
Shine on the fishermen
With nothing in their nets
Shine on rising oceans and evaporating seas
Shine on our Frankenstein technologies
Shine on science
With its tunnel vision
Shine on fertile farmland
Buried under subdivisions

Let your little light shine
Let your little light shine
Shine on the dazzling darkness
That restores us in deep sleep
Shine on what we throw away
And what we keep

Shine on Reverend Pearson
Who threw away
The vain old God
kept Dickens and Rembrandt and Beethoven
And fresh plowed sod
Shine on good earth, good air, good water
And a safe place
For kids to play
Shine on bombs exploding
Half a mile away

Let your little light shine
Let your little light shine
Shine on world-wide traffic jams
Honking day and night
Shine on another asshole
Passing on the right!
Shine on the red light runners
Busy talking on their cell phones
Shine on the Catholic Church
And the prisons that it owns
Shine on all the Churches
They all love less and less
Shine on a hopeful girl
In a dreamy dress

Let your little light shine
Let your little light shine
Shine on good humor
Shine on good will
Shine on lousy leadership
Licensed to kill
Shine on dying soldiers
In patriotic pain
Shine on mass destruction
In some God's name!
Shine on the pioneers
Those seekers of mental health
Craving simplicity
They traveled inward
Past themselves...
May all their little lights shine.

At 77 years old, I don’t climb mountains with my grand children any more. I have shared my stories of the mountains I have climbed here on my blog since 2010. As I reflect on today, International Women’s Day, I share a few photos of my life and family that I treasure.

I first celebrated this day in 1991. I was working on my BA in Human Development at the time. As a Baha'i, our community was hosting women speakers at Skagit Valley College to honor International Women’s Day. In March of that year I walked downtown Anacortes from shop to shop asking for permission to put up a poster of our upcoming event. The Samish Tribal Art Store was very welcoming. They invited me in. I was introduced to the Tribal Chairwoman, Margret Greene, and Tribal Leader, Mary Hansen. As well as Faith Campbell, Tribal administrator and member of the Klamath Tribe in Southern Oregon, and wife of Larry Campbell, Swinomish Tribal member. They wanted to know all about my work with children and families. This was March, 1991. We had many visits during that spring and summer. By September I was honored to be working with the Samish Tribe as the director of their newly created preschool and parent education program. A life full of many blessings.

The years I worked with the Samish changed my life. I’m ever grateful to be a small part of their commitment to all children through the educational services they provide to the families of Anacortes. All four of the individuals I mentioned here are now passed away. I write to honor their heroic lives and to share the blessings in mine.

A child not allowed to speak for herself in school and could not or would not learn to read past elementary reading in high school. Often bullied by her teachers and peers as a young child. Went on to receive her Masters Degree in Human Development, with three specializations, at the age of 52. A licensed Mental Health Counselor. Instructor in Early Childhood Education at Skagit Valley College. Writing together for 27 years with her beloved husband, Chuck Britt, on their web site www.selftimeout.org.

Me at about 2/12 years old.