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I remember Friday, March 13, 2020. In February Covid19 was a growing concern in other countries. By March it was spreading through The United States with cases slowly showing up in the Midwest and Rocky Mountain areas. I was curious. I listened to the reports, but pretty much went along with my normal routine. Until March 13, 2020. That was the day Disneyland closed.

I heard the announcement on the news and quickly called my husband who was out of town. Before he said hello, I blurted out,
“They are closing Disneyland!!!”

To me, that was a tipping point. They were closing the happiest place on earth. Disneyland had only closed three times since it opened in 1955. For the national day of mourning after John F. Kennedy was assassinated in 1963, the earthquake of 1994, and for September 11, 2001.This was serious. This was SERIOUS.

We all know the plot of the story. State by state, city by city, restaurant by restaurant things shut down. We locked our doors and secured our hearts in cocoons of safety.

We joined in living the same story. We began making masks. Zoom became our new gathering space. Curbside grocery pickups became the way to get out of the house and takeout food deliveries became our new date nights. We learned to teach our kids at home and kitchen tables became our workplaces. Holidays were small and personal. Travel became a walk to the mailbox. We watched the numbers climb and said goodbye to loved ones. Sadness, grief, and loss became our main conversation topics.

The story should not have been about politics. The story should not have been about the validity of science. The conversation should have been about love with questions like: Do you love yourself enough to stay safe and healthy? Do you love your family, friends, and community enough to support and respect their health and safety? Do you respect them for how they choose to do that?

The flowers of spring, the heat of summer, pumpkins of fall, and the snow of winter blurred together as we counted the days off the calendar. Now a new spring has filled our lives with vaccinations and hope. The numbers are showing promise. People are coming out of their homes. Lines are forming in airports. Businesses are opening.

After my first vaccination, I remained cautious. I wondered if I knew how to do it – how to get back into the world. I have never been a person who dives right into the cold pool water. I am more of a tiptoe-er. I ease in letting the water slowly work its way higher and higher, allowing my body to adjust. I began visualizing how my reentry to life would be.

My second vaccination brought tingles of excitement and anticipation. I felt like I was walking in a little deeper and the water was rising over my legs. When I passed the mark of being two weeks post my second vaccination it was time. I hugged my grandchildren. I went into stores. I ate in a restaurant. I quickly learned where I felt comfortable and where I did not. I hugged my grandchildren again and again. I am still not diving in the deep end, but I feel pretty good about being waist-high in the water.

I said in the beginning of this pandemic that I felt the most important lessons are learned in the most difficult of times. I believe the way we take care of ourselves has changed. I hope we have learned how to wash our hands more. I hope we have learned that we may not all agree, but we can experience the same story and respect the way others interpret it. I hope we have learned how to slow down, how to care for each other, and how to appreciate what and who we have in our lives. I hope that we have learned to love each other a little more.

We may be moving at different speeds, in different chapters, or experiencing different versions- but we are in the same story. Whether we tiptoe or dive we will all get back into the water. And guess what, the happiest place on earth is coming back. After being closed for 413 days, Disneyland opens next week!  
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Pennie’s Life Lesson: “We can all experience and understand the same story in different ways.” 

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 Several years ago, my son and his daughter came to spend the afternoon with me. It was one of those days that screamed for ice cream. Sitting in a booth at Dairy Queen, I watched as my granddaughter’s chubby two-year-old hand clutched her cone when suddenly the ice cream began dripping down the sides and over her fingers.

My son, in true fatherly- fashion, leaned over to lick a drip. Pulling her cone back, she quickly flicked up her other hand in front of his face and said,
                      “Just walk away, Daddy!”
Not being all together clear on what I had heard, a mixture of surprise and amusement blurted out of me.
                     “What did she say?” I questioned.
My son began chuckling and replied,
     “She said, “JUST WALK AWAY.”  They teach the kids to say that in preschool when someone does something they don’t like. They raise their hand and say just walk away in an attempt to avoid an argument. She has learned this pretty well and has decided it works at home on us too.”

I could not stop thinking of the brilliance of what I had just learned from a 2-year-old. I understand there are times in life when just walking away is not appropriate. We all have responsibilities and obligations that even when difficulties occur, we cannot and should not walk away from.

But there are times in life when conflict can be avoided by just walking away. How many times could we just walk away --even temporarily, to cool down, clear our thoughts, and take a mental time out before tackling the problem? Think of situations you have experienced that seemed worth an altercation at the time, but in hindsight were minor issues. Was it really worth complaining about? Was the scathing letter really worth writing? Were the words thrown in anger worth the damage they caused? Right now, I am sure replays of regret are running through your mind. 

Can YOU create a Just Walk Away Plan with your spouse, partner, or family?  Everyone involved must understand the terms of the agreement. When the words, “We Need To Walk Away,” are spoken it means the conversation will suspend and those involved will disengage. 
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When tempers cool, circumstances calm, and the climate clears then come back together to revisit what happened. You may find the issue is no longer important enough to talk about. When you adopt and accept this procedure you will be surprised at just how backing off for a while can create a calm space to re-calibrate the situation from a possible conflict into a positive communication experience. You will begin to assess situations quickly and the vision of a hand will go up in your mind’s eye warning you that this may be one of those occasions where it is best to Just Walk Away.

There are bigger times in life when walking away for good and never coming back together is the right option. There are times when we hold on too long to friends, relationships, and careers. Why do we do this? One word - Fear.

You may have been inseparable with your friend for years, but now your lives have drifted apart- but the memories and unfounded loyalty created a cocoon of guilt that keeps you in a one-sided friendship. The stress of a job may be jeopardizing your health, but you are afraid of searching, applying, interviewing, and rejection – who will hire you? A romantic relationship may not be good, but fear of being alone keeps you from leaving.

Walking away for good is hard. It should not be done on a whim or in a fog of anger. It takes deep thought and heart searching. When the place of resolve fills you with the peace of knowing it is time, walking away permanently can be the right thing to do. Until you let go of the fear and walk away, you will never see what beauty the future may bring.
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Whether it is a temporary cool down or a permanent break, there are times when the right thing to do is walk away.

Pennie's Life Lesson: “There are times in life when the best option is to Just Walk Away.”

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​If I asked you where you spend your time what would your answer be? Many of us have calendars, schedules, and agendas where we plan what we will spend our time on. How much thought do we give to where we spend our time? I don’t mean geographic locations or vacation spots. 
​I mean, where are you spending your time – in the past, the present, or the future?

We have all experienced being with someone who isn’t in the present moment. We have had conversations with people who are looking around the room in hopes of seeing or talking to someone else. They don’t hear the conversation or engage in the meaning of your words because they are too busy thinking of what might happen next.

We may know someone who is stuck spending time in the past. They relive regrets, what-ifs, and lost opportunities to the point of missing the beauty of the current life they could be enjoying.

Maybe we see ourselves in one of those scenarios.

Some of this depends on age and life experiences. If you are young you may naturally spend time looking ahead to plan a future, a family, and your retirement. If you are mature, you may naturally be spending time reliving memories of loved ones you have lost and experiences you have had.  

A problem arises when living in the past or future is a barrier to living in the present. We can be so obsessed with work, saving money, or planning for retirement that we miss our children growing up. We can be so encased in the sadness or grief of the past that we cannot feel the joy, happiness, and freshness of the life we are experiencing now.

At any age you can, as they say, Be Here Now! You can pay attention to the moment you are in. You can truly hear the words being spoken to you. You can clearly see the sky, the sunrise, and the sunset. You can take a moment to taste the bite of food in your mouth. You can intimately feel the hand you are holding. You can deeply breathe the breath as it enters and exits your body. You really can spend your time in the present moment.

We cannot change the past, but we can appreciate the lessons we have learned and use them to have a fuller and more complete life now. Life is not predictable. We cannot know how many years we will be here. Planning your education path or creating a retirement plan is a responsible action but obsessing about what your future holds is time wasted on unnecessary worry.

Without the ability to alter the past and no guarantee of a future, the only certainty we have is the present moment.
Where will you spend your time?
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Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Don’t spend so much of your time reliving the past or daydreaming about the future that you miss the gift of life you are living in this moment.” 

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Years ago, when social media opened a whole new world to us, I was intimidated. I wasn’t exactly sure how it worked, but I tip-toed in. I created a Facebook page.
I would think about a message for hours before I hit the post button. Then I would be nervous wondering who was reading it, if they liked it, if it meant anything to them.
I also managed to master the magic of text messaging.
One day I was ranting via text to my daughter about how I had found a typo in one of my Facebook posts. In the beginning, text posts were impossible to edit. I was upset with myself. After all, how could I have missed something so simple and hit the post button which instantly transported my mistake to the world of Facebook and its billion users? I was embarrassed and frustrated. 

After a few back-and-forth acronym filled text interactions, she hit me with,
     “It just shows u r human and anyway people are already liking your post.”

We were both traveling in different parts of the country and I had little time to fuss with it, so I closed my iPad and went on with my day. But the typo continued to harass my mind. My daughter’s text, “It just shows u r human,” played mental push back to my self-inflicted criticism. 

Then it hit me – she was right! It was just a typo. A slide of my finger that hit one letter over from the one I intended. One hit of a key on my keyboard. It wasn’t as if that one keystroke was going to be tattooed on me as a permanent mark of shame across my forehead that read – I MADE A MISTAKE!

In an hour it was lost in the stream of Facebook banter and hardly noticed. The Facebook users who received it had let it go in minutes, maybe seconds, and continued to move on through the river of messages that flowed through their screens. So why didn’t I let it go as well?

How many times in life do we turn simple forgettable life typos into permanently inked tattoos that mark us for months, years or longer? So much of our life dramas are really small insignificant issues that we allow to be blown into tragedy by telling and retelling the story of how it happened, criticizing ourselves for why it happened, and bemoaning the outcome as if it were a monumental life-changing event. Most of them are not.

Now years later, I still cringe when there is a typo in my writings or social messaging. I still get embarrassed and frustrated when I make mistakes in life. But I have learned when to call a typo just a typo and not a tattooed mark of shame. We all need to allow ourselves to be seen as human.
Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Release the small mistakes in life – allow yourself to be human.”

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​In the past year, communication has changed. We have learned how to interact virtually. Screens have replaced face-to-face conversations. This has been a blessing, and at the same time so much is lost in this type of interaction. I was reminded of an experience I had several years ago and how important communication is.
 
We sat in a circle on the floor of my office. My daughter, her three sons, an 8-year-old and twin 5-year-olds, my 10-year-old granddaughter, and me. In an effort to slow down the running, romping, and squealing that usually occurs after dinner at my home I decided to introduce the Telephone Game.
 
I explained the rules-
To begin the first person in our circle would whisper a word or phrase into the ear of the person sitting next to them. They would listen and turn to whisper it to the person next to them and so on around the circle. The last player would then say the word or phrase out loud so everyone could hear.
 
They thought this was simple enough and as each whisper passed from mouth to ear the certainty of what they were saying beamed on their faces. It wasn’t until the first round had been completed and the initial
    “Gracie the dog is cute and furry” morphed into,
    “Gracie is a hog that eats in a hurry.”
Then the laughter exploded and they understood why this game was fun. Only one word from the original message had been communicated correctly.
 
In a perfect world, every message would be relayed to the receiver with accurate precision. They would understand the full meaning as the speaker expected. The speaker would be confident that their message was heard with the correct intention.
This is not the way communication works.
 
I have this line I say almost daily,
       "It’s All Communication.”
Everything in life comes back to communication.
 
We are born as communicators, crying and squealing as we take our first breath. We learn to understand the meaning of words, facial expressions, and emotions. We mimic them to be accepted and to gain what we desire. We learn how to use our voice and body to verbally and non-verbally communicate happiness, joy, love, and fear.
 
With age we learn to hide our true feelings and muffle our emotions. Communication begins taking over in streams filling our mailboxes, inboxes, and lives. The overwhelming amount of information becomes blurred as it layers in our minds. We try to decipher what is true and what is gossip and repeat what we believe we heard. We repeat second or third-hand stories that become skewed in the retelling.
 
Communication becomes complicated. And so, begins the grown-up version of the Telephone Game. Listening, repeating, listening, repeating.
 
We assume what we say is understood by the person we communicate with. 
Many times it is not.
We assume we hear information correctly.
Many times we don’t.
We assume what we hear is true.
Many times it isn’t.
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Communication, the lack of communication or misunderstood communication is the cause of all of life’s problems. Fights, divorce, anger, hatred, battles – big and small all come back to communication.
 
How different would the world be if we asked the person we were communicating with if they understood what we said?
How different would the world be if we repeated back to the speaker what we believe we heard and asked for validation that we were receiving the message correctly?
How different would the world be if we communicated honesty, trust, respect, and kindness?
How different would the world be if we didn’t repeat distorted gossip, half-truths, and rumors?
How different would the world be if the whispers at the beginning of the game were repeated in the exact way it was intended creating a complete circle of accurate truthful understanding?
Words have power.
It’s all communication!
Pennie’s Life Lesson: “It’s ALL Communication!”

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Are you green with envy? Do you begin stewing over why someone else has advantages that you don’t? Do you tally up other people’s achievements, abilities, or possessions and compare them to yours?

Does an emotional rivalry push you to a deep and disturbing point of raw jealousy because someone else has a friendship or romantic attachment that you wish you had… or that you fear losing?

Your coworker has the job you want, just because they carry around a big heavy master’s degree that you don’t have. Your neighbor has the car you want, and his house is remodeled in a way you would love yours to be – not to mention how green his yard is. You are the bridesmaid for the 4th time wondering why others get the perfect man when you haven’t met a prince yet. Your best friend stopped calling and then you see on social media that she is out having fun with others and not you.

All these scenarios feed an unhealthy green monster that, left unchecked, can take over your thoughts and common sense. I have a solution for you.
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The next time you feel your mind and heart heating up from that green monster, step back and look at the big picture. Tell yourself if you are envious of one thing a person has, for example their job, and wish you had it, then you must wish for everything else in their life. Maybe they have a great job, but their health is poor. If you wish you had that great job, tell yourself that poor health comes with it. If you are jealous of a relationship your friend has with her husband, tell yourself, then you must wish for everything to be like theirs. Maybe they have a great relationship, but they hate their jobs or they struggle financially.

You see, no one has a perfect life. I am known as the “Happiness Lady,” but that doesn’t mean my life is perfect. If you envy Pennie Hunt’s happy life and wish you had it, you will have to learn how to work at being happy. When you look at the big picture would you want my entire life, negative experiences and all? You would need to adapt to everything in my life- living through a divorce, dealing with the traumatic car collision I was in, and waking up every morning with the realization that my child passed away. No one has a life free of struggles.

You will always be able to find someone who has more, is more successful, and does more than you. You will always be able to find someone who has less, is less successful, and does less than you. The comparison game is what causes envy and jealousy. We compare our situation to the good fortune of others. We see the tragedy in our life as unfair. The reality is, we all have tragedy in some form. Stop feeding the green monster by comparing your life situation to others.

The antidote for envy and jealousy is gratitude. Stop looking at what you don’t have and look at what you do have. Until you are grateful for what you do have you will never have more.
Your problems won’t magically disappear, and a new car won’t miraculously appear in your driveway, but by counting your blessings your mind will be in a positive place of gratitude instead of the negative space of envy and jealousy.

​Pennie’s Life Lesson: Until you are grateful for what you do have you will never have more. ​

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Years ago I put a decal on the wall of my family room that said, “Learn, Laugh, Love.” I thought it was a wonderful thought to see every day. My family teased me about it. Did I really need to be reminded to learn, laugh, and love? Doesn’t that just happen? Aren’t those things we all just do?

During this past year, I have watched more home decorating shows than I care to admit. I notice how many times the homes spotlighted have words used as art. Large wooden “EAT” signs hang in kitchens. “WASH” and “DRY” are decaled on the front of washers and dryers, and “EXIT” signs are hung over doors. In some homes, decals, metal art, posters, and paintings of words cover every table, wall, and shelf, turning the home into a maze of self-help reminders.

In full disclosure, as I write this, I am looking straight at my bookshelves where the words, grace, love, and believe, lean against books as if popping out from the pages making sure that I notice them. My “family” sign mingles with smiling faces on my photo wall. A gold glittered Christmas ornament hangs on my office lamp sparkling the word “Joy” into my world. And yes, my word for the year, “HOPE,” is taped to the side of my computer.

I will admit that I am a word person. You see, I believe there are word people and number people. Although numerology interests me and certain numbers catch my heart, I am not good at remembering the year something happened. That doesn’t mean I don’t remember the event. I can describe it to you in detail recreating the image and feeling of an experience by puzzling together words of color, sounds, smells, and textures. For the most part, words are much more interesting to me than numbers.

This popular fascination with decorating our home and lives with words had me thinking about why we do it. Do we need to see a word to be reminded to feel a certain feeling or act in a certain way? Today as I drove through town doing errands, passing buildings and parks, I thought of a new twist to this interest in words. What if when we see something instead of thinking the name of the place or object, we think of a word that will attach meaning to it. For example, we could begin associating the word safety when we see a fire station and silently thank the men and women who are first responders. Can we think of the word, blessing, when we see a church to remind us to be grateful? How about the word, growth, when we see a tree to remind us to reach our full potential? What if drinking a glass of water made us think of the word, hydration- something our bodies need to survive?

This became a game for me that continued throughout the day. The orange I ate for lunch brought to mind the word, health. The sound of a baby crying- life. Rain – replenishing. Friends – support and loyalty. Family equals, love.

Maybe we do need a few prompts in our lives to trigger responses, but wouldn’t it be a wonderful world if we trained ourselves to respond with positive thoughts and words to everything we see. If we did, I predict we would all learn, laugh, and love more - without needing the words to be written on our walls.
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Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Choose the words that guide your life carefully.” Years ago I put a decal on the wall of my family room that said, “Learn, Laugh, Love.” I thought it was a wonderful thought to see every day. My family teased me about it. Did I really need to be reminded to learn, laugh, and love? Doesn’t that just happen? Aren’t those things we all just do?

During this past year, I have watched more home decorating shows than I care to admit. I notice how many times the homes spotlighted have words used as art. Large wooden “EAT” signs hang in kitchens. “WASH” and “DRY” are decaled on the front of washers and dryers, and “EXIT” signs are hung over doors. In some homes, decals, metal art, posters, and paintings of words cover every table, wall, and shelf, turning the home into a maze of self-help reminders.

In full disclosure, as I write this, I am looking straight at my bookshelves where the words, grace, love, and believe, lean against books as if popping out from the pages making sure that I notice them. My “family” sign mingles with smiling faces on my photo wall. A gold glittered Christmas ornament hangs on my office lamp sparkling the word “Joy” into my world. And yes, my word for the year, “HOPE,” is taped to the side of my computer.

I will admit that I am a word person. You see, I believe there are word people and number people. Although numerology interests me and certain numbers catch my heart, I am not good at remembering the year something happened. That doesn’t mean I don’t remember the event. I can describe it to you in detail recreating the image and feeling of an experience by puzzling together words of color, sounds, smells, and textures. For the most part, words are much more interesting to me than numbers.

This popular fascination with decorating our home and lives with words had me thinking about why we do it. Do we need to see a word to be reminded to feel a certain feeling or act in a certain way? Today as I drove through town doing errands, passing buildings and parks, I thought of a new twist to this interest in words. What if when we see something instead of thinking the name of the place or object, we think of a word that will attach meaning to it. For example, we could begin associating the word safety when we see a fire station and silently thank the men and women who are first responders. Can we think of the word, blessing, when we see a church to remind us to be grateful? How about the word, growth, when we see a tree to remind us to reach our full potential? What if drinking a glass of water made us think of the word, hydration- something our bodies need to survive?

This became a game for me that continued throughout the day. The orange I ate for lunch brought to mind the word, health. The sound of a baby crying- life. Rain – replenishing. Friends – support and loyalty. Family equals, love.

Maybe we do need a few prompts in our lives to trigger responses, but wouldn’t it be a wonderful world if we trained ourselves to respond with positive thoughts and words to everything we see. If we did, I predict we would all learn, laugh, and love more - without needing the words to be written on our walls.

Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Choose the words that guide your life carefully.” 

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It was just a $3 journal.
I divided the pages into quarters marked by post-it notes. I wanted my year of writing to fit into one tidy book.  A book of love. 
After writing a brief introduction of what the book was, I began the first entry.
     January 1- Today I love you because…….
The next day I picked up the special book and wrote
      January 2nd-   Today I love you because…
Then January 3rd; the 4th; and so it continued.  The book became a friend that I looked forward to holding.  A personal documentation of my love for him. 

March 31st and I removed the first post-it note.  The days paraded forward and my words filled the lines.  Some days a sentence.  Some days 2 pages.  And I watched him.  I watched what he did.  How he moved.  How he smelled.  How he talked.  I began delighting in finding new ways I loved him.

     June 30th, Today I love you because….. and another marker removed. 
September 30th and the last post-it note was peeled away.  My enthusiasm grew.  I was really doing it!  I could see the end in sight. I could visualize his face when I handed him this gift and feel what it would mean to him.

For a year I wrote.  December 31, 2014 was a mix of excitement to be done and a feeling of loss for not having tomorrow to pen why I loved him.
I wrote:
“Well, here it is – the end of a year of writing why I love you.  What seemed like a challenge at first, became a joy that I am sad to see end.
I began this project to show you how much I love and adore you…as a gift to YOU.  What I didn’t expect was that it turned out to be a gift to me too!  I found this journal stacked in my office – purchased years ago and tucked away with other journals I buy and save for just the right time.  I had no idea a $3 purchase would become so important.  As the title says, ‘All Things Grow With Love,’ filling this daily in my own writing and my own words has made my love for you grow! 
The gift intended for you became a gift of love to me.  Every day as I watched you, searching for the moments, the reasons, the actions that make me love you, opened my heart to join yours in ways I never expected.  The reasons became simple and complicated, old reasons and discovered reasons, logical and crazy fun reasons!
I learned that the way you brush my cheek makes me feel cherished.  I learned that a big tough 6’5” man that can be brought to his knees by a tiny furball of a dog is more sensitive than anyone I have ever known.  I learned that you surprise me every day with your wisdom, logic and humor.  I learned that when you hold my hand you give me strength and power.  I learned that you show me love in flowers and rings, but also in cleaning the kitchen and loving our grand babies.  I learned that on one day- yes, there was one day, when I was challenged to find a loving thought due to frustration, anger or disappointment – I can’t even remember why – but even that one day I found a reason to write why I love you.  I learned that no matter what happens, where we are or circumstance we find ourselves that “Us Together” will find a way to work through it.  I learned that I’m not perfect and you’re not perfect, but the perfection of love creates a space for patience, understanding and acceptance.  I learned that your quirks can make me laugh and your tenderness can bring me to tears.  I learned that the little boy inside of you still lives with his insecurities, his fears, his joys and his sorrows and at times his tantrums, but this little boy needs love and shares love.  I learned that I love you for more reasons than a one year journal can hold.  I realized after this year that every moment you give me reasons to love you more and I only hope I can reach that level of success by touching your heart the way you touch mine.
Yes, what began as a gift to you ended as a gift to me.  With every moment, day, week and month that I watched you I fell in love with you over and over again.  As the title says, “All Things Grow With Love,” --my love for you has grown.

I closed the book.  My daily companion would now be placed in the hands of the man I love. I wrapped it in white tissue paper and carefully tied the glittery gold bow around it.

A bit confused by the unexpected gift, he opened the cover and read the introduction. Flipping pages he read through January before he looked up.
No words.
No words were needed.
I knew what it meant to him.
I knew what it meant to me. 
The gift that in his words, had made him feel more loved than anything else in his life, now sits on his night stand.  Every night before he goes to sleep, he reads the entry for that day and he is given a daily reminder of why I love him.  He reads it out loud to me and I remember how I felt when I wrote it.  
It was just a $3 journal that became my friend for a year.
It was just a $3 journal that became a lifetime treasure.
Yes, All Things DO Grow With Love!
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Pennie's Life Lesson: "Don't wait to tell someone how you love them.  Tell them every day!"

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The weather this winter has been extraordinary… not necessarily in a good way.  Texas is experiencing 0° at night, frozen pipes, and power outages. Parts of the south are shoveling snow with over 4” in Dallas and Houston, and 10” in Little Rock, Arkansas. New England is experiencing storm after storm and the Midwest, where cold winters are a certainty, the -37° and colder chill factors are shocking.

Recently I heard the term - Window Weather. This is a common term in Iceland, but a new one to me. It is when the weather seems great when you are looking through a window from inside, but it is actually not so great when you step out into it. The weather outside is too cold, too hot, or too dangerous to be in and is best viewed from the safety of being inside and observing through a window hence the term, Window Weather.

Spending most of my life in areas where winter means cold, I am accustomed to watching out the window and assessing if I should venture outside or stay safely inside where I am warm and comfortable. I understand that winter can be beautifully deceptive. Looking through the windows in my sunroom, fireplace popping, and a warm mug of coffee in my hand, the snow looks inviting, the sun creates diamonds from snowflakes, and the breeze shivers the pine trees as if they are dancing. The yard aches for a snowman and children sledding. It is easy to feel the desire to fall into the Norman Rockwell, scene… until I look at the temperature. The 10° translates to a - 20° chill factor and that breeze will freeze unprotected skin in moments. It is definitely Window Weather.

What if we assessed life in the same way? What if we observed situations before we ran headfirst into them? Is it necessary that we jump in? Is it safe? Is it our problem?
It is much like window shopping where we browse through the glass at what is on display without an intention to buy. We don’t purchase everything we see and how many times have you had buyer's remorse from buying on impulse?  (Those pink stilettos looked cool at a store in Las Vegas, but may not be worn often in Wyoming.)

Can we step back and look at life as if looking at it through a window that divides us from what is going on outside of our current warm and comfortable space? Can we step back before we jump into a confrontation and evaluate the importance of the outcome? Can we take our time getting to know someone before we commit to a deep friendship or relationship? Can we evaluate our dreams, goals, and heart before we begin a life journey that does not fit our values and beliefs?

Begin looking at life through an invisible window that allows us to view and admire the world without jumping into what possibly could be a mistake. Pausing for a moment to assess what may look sunny and appealing from your side of the window, may save you from regrettably venturing into what really is Window Weather.
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Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Take a minute to observe people, situations, and even the weather before you jump into a situation you may regret.” 

,February is American Heart Awareness Month. I became acutely aware of my heart 7 years ago when I experienced quite a scare. I share this experience with you now, so that you become aware of how important heart health is. It may save your life.
This is my story…

I watched the clock as I walked on the treadmill. I had intentionally scheduled the stress test for 6 am, planning to drive the hour to my office and attend a 10 am meeting.

Suddenly I found myself laying on a hospital gurney with wires connected to a multitude of spots on my body and surrounded by a cardiology team. One doctor repeatedly asked me how I felt. I didn't feel bad until one of them said, “What your heart just did could be deadly and we want to take you upstairs.”
Confused by that comment and glancing at the clock once again, I knew I needed to be finished soon or I would miss my meeting. “What is upstairs?” I asked.

The explanation came quickly, “The rhythm your heart just did can be caused by one of two things- you have blockages, or your electrical firing system is not working correctly.”
Another voice jumped in with, “The only way we can rule out blockages is by doing a heart catheterization and we need to do it now.” 

I explained that I was an hour from home, I had come to the hospital alone and oh, by the way I had a 10 am meeting to get to. Once again the two doctors played tag team with their responses, telling me I needed to get my husband there and that there was little chance of them letting me leave the room with this type of deadly rhythm. It was the third time I heard that word deadly that I asked them to please stop saying it and that I indeed wanted to call my husband.

The group left me alone to make the call. One cardiologist stood guard in the doorway watching me with a look of intense concern. The minute I put the phone down the group returned. The speed at which I found myself swept upstairs into a private room with two nurses monitoring me swirled my confusion even more. 
I laid there watching a different clock tick the minutes away until my husband would arrive.  Feverishly clicking away on my phone, I sent emails to my staff as I typed meeting cancelations and directions for the day. I sent texts to my children telling them the situation – at least what I knew.

Then I noticed that both nurses were constantly monitoring me and the machinery I was connected to. They never took their eyes off of me or left the room. I knew this wasn’t good.

Finally, I asked one of them, “What exactly happened to me?”
She placed one hand on my arm while keeping her eyes on the machine. “You experienced VTach – Ventricular Tachycardia.  For most people who do that we have to bring them back with the paddles – if we get them back. You are very lucky.”
My phone slid out of my hand.

I vaguely remember the big screen which showed the dye running through my body and the doctor saying, “There it goes… that is beautiful… not one blockage.”

The rest of the day, the follow up appointments and the new heart monitor, that I learned to wear like an accessory to my daily wardrobe, is a blurred memory.

My new “Electric Guy,” as I call him, is the Cardiologist that keeps me, my heart’s electrical system, and my crazy rhythm controlled to avoid the mysterious fainting, bouts of weakness, and blood pressure drops like I had experienced over the years. 

While researching VTach, I learned a few things about exercise, staying hydrated, and avoiding stairs. Then I came across the meaning of heart. Scrolling through the many medical definitions of this magical organ that pumps blood, I stopped on this:

       Heart - noun \ˈhärt\: the central or innermost part of something; thought of as                        the place where emotions are felt.

This is it! The heart is more than the organ that pushes blood through our bodies. I believe it is the innermost part of us. It is the place where emotions are created, felt, and shared. I believe that heart health goes much deeper than changing your diet, lowering salt intake, and counting 10,000 steps per day.

I believe the heart has the power to push not only physical blood, but the lifeblood of love, kindness, and joy through our bodies. The care and health of our heart begins with feeling these emotions in order for the heart to pump them through our bodies and out into our lives. We must learn to respect these emotions, nurture, and grow them into feelings that help our heart function to its highest capacity. 

Instead of worrying, I prefer to believe my heart has an eccentric rhythm… maybe not the same as everyone else’s, but it is unique, and it is mine. In addition to the list of heart healthy ideas we have all heard about, I support its emotional health by feeding it love, joy, and kindness every chance I get!

I try not to watch the clock anymore and the most important meeting I have is one where I am kind to someone, love someone, and joyfully feed my innermost self- my heart, the place where emotions are felt.
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Pennie’s Life Lesson: “The foundation for good heart health begins with expanding kindness, joy, and love in the innermost self – our own heart.”  

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​Here we are already flipping the calendar to a new month. February the month of love. I’d say it is about time. As the Burt Bacharach song goes,
“What the world needs now is love, sweet love
  No not just for some, but for everyone. . .”

I am a believer in love. I believe love creates health, hope, and harmony. It heals hearts. As a believer, I like to think that I increase love in the world. I have a secret way of doing this that I am sharing with you today.

But first, let me ask you a question.
Are you a glass half-full kind of person?
Not me! I want my glass flowing to the brim, running over, and spilling a big sloppy mess on the table!

I want to be flooded with feelings of love, kindness, and compassion. I don’t want one little, tiny space available for hate, anger, bitterness, resentment, or fear.
Open your hand right now and look at it. What are you holding? Are you holding on to a past hurt; a past anger; a past failure; a fear? When you hold on to these emotions you don’t have room for love. Release it all. Fill your hands and your heart with love, kindness, and compassion. 

You see, when you fill your space with love there is no vacancy for other emotions to move in.  Hate, anger, bitterness, resentment can’t live where love, kindness, and compassion reside. 

Now go one step further. PUSH love. Yes, PUSH love to others.

Here is how I do it. Before I go into a meeting, have coffee with a friend, or present my speeches before hundreds of people, I PUSH love ahead of me. I visualize the room, the faces, and the event. With every breath I visualize PUSHING love through me and out to the space and people I will be interacting with.

Before I speak, I stand at the front of the empty room and visualize the chairs filled with people.  I PUSH love to every person that I know will attend. I walk through the room PUSHING love through the space.

When I am at a school, a hospital, a Hospice, and sometimes even a shopping mall I walk through PUSHING love! 

The act of PUSHING LOVE cleanses the space. Fills it with kindness and compassion and in doing so fills ME with love, kindness, and compassion. My cup spills over and others will feel it!

Now, you try it. Wherever you are right now, look around. Who do you see? A family member, a coworker, a friend, a stranger? If you are alone can you visualize who you will see today? Now close your eyes, take a deep breath, and visualize love filling every inch of you and overflowing to the one you see or visualize. Do this with every person you interact with today. It works through screens and telephones too.

Remember the song,
“What the world needs now is love, sweet love
              No not just for some, but for everyone. . .”
Don’t leave your cup just half full. Run it over. Fill every corner with love!
Become a LOVE PUSHER!
Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Visualize being filled with love. With every breath PUSH love to others.”

I noticed my dog sniffing a spot by the wall. When I investigated what she had found, I realized there was a wet spot on my brand-new carpet. It was odd, as there had never been water in our home before. We wondered if it was a frozen pipe outside or a water pipe in the wall.

As projects like this often do, one thing led to another. After a visit from a plumber and cutting a hole in the wall to remove the sheetrock, it was narrowed down to a drainpipe. A simple fix, right? Well, it turned out to be a bit longer process than simple. The leak was under the concrete floor of our lower-level family room.

In case you are wondering, a jackhammer is noisy when it is in your home and concrete dust does go everywhere. After a bigger hole was cut in the wall and a hole was cut out of the floor, the plumber replaced the pipe. The sheetrock was replaced on the wall. New concrete was poured to cover the hole in the floor. And it was my turn to paint the area so that it matched the rest of the room that we had painted only a month earlier.

It wasn’t a big area, and the new carpet was still pulled safely back, so I put on my trusty oversized denim paint shirt, plastic gloves, and on my hands and knees began rolling paint. I looked across my large family room. The tv area, the exercise area, the pool table area circled me, but from my vantage point I felt very small in my little space. Compared to enjoying my entire room, it suddenly felt like I had been backed into a tiny corner.

I began thinking about all that has happened in the past year.
For months I never left the house. My weekly curbside pickup of groceries became my big outing. Conferences and events where I would speak and meet new people were all canceled. Lunches and coffee with friends didn’t happen. Going to movies, eating out, family gatherings, shopping, travel, … All. Came. To. A. STOP.

Event by event, person by person, my life circle became smaller. I stopped painting and looked around my big room as if I were looking at my life. It is out there, my big, busy live with family, friends, work, and fun. But little by little I have slowly been backed into a corner. The corner was safe. The corner was the right thing to do. The corner was necessary. The corner has also been lonely, sad, and uncomfortable.
I reached out of my corner at times to enjoy phone calls with friends, spoke via webinars and virtual meetings, Zoomed with my family for holidays, and even joined a group for virtual game nights. These helped me feel connected, but once they were over it was back to my corner.

I rolled the paint.

I applied the second coat blending it into the rest of the wall. I could see the weeks of repairs disappearing. I kicked the carpet back into place. Soon it will be stretched back into the corner and all signs of concrete dust and broken pipes will be gone.
I stepped out of my corner and walked through my family room. I looked back at my painted masterpiece. I couldn’t tell there had ever been a hole cut in my wall. It felt good.

I look forward to the day I walk back into my life. I look forward to travel, family gatherings, shopping, speaking, movies, eating out… all without fear. The day is coming and when it does, I will look back at the little corner I have been backed into for so long. I don’t know if my life will look the same. There may be new people. Different places. New experiences. I feel like we have all changed through this. We have been broken open and felt new feelings. My hope is when the dust settles, and the wounds are healed we will feel good again.

Pennie’s Life Lesson: “At times we are backed into a corner so that we can view and appreciate the big world surrounding us.”

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Have you ever experienced a meltdown…the kind where you find yourself in a messy puddle on the floor?
I have a concept called, Pennie’s DOT Theory, that states:
 “Any event that happens to us, around us, or concerns us is just one tiny DOT in the grand adventure of life. If we over-think one DOT it becomes magnified and joins with other DOTs to form a mass of stress that creates imbalance and unhappiness.”

 If we blow one DOT out of proportion it can consume us, make us irrational, and ultimately we end up in that messy puddle. The problem is we overthink a little DOT allowing it to become a big DOT. 
Remember this – D-O-T- DON’T OVER THINK the DOT! 

It happened to me. It began with a flu shot. Well, the flu shot is not responsible for the entire meltdown, but it is the DOT that began the snowball rolling. For three days after the shot, I felt tired, drained, and far from the perky, optimistic, personality, I am known for.

My fatigue turned into a colossal cold. Another DOT. I stopped working out, stopped meditating, stopped eating right…DOT… DOT… DOT.

As the days continued my snowball began rolling faster. More stressful DOTs showed up. The imbalance grew.  I broke dishes, forgot things, and my blood pressure went up. As the DOTs continued to connect, overwhelm set in. I began allowing the profanities of human emotions to marinate with the DOTs…. You know the ones… words like, jealousy, resentment, anger, insecurity, and ultimately the big four-letter word - FEAR!

Then it happened. It doesn’t matter what the “IT” was… it was just another DOT, but the most dangerous kind for me…my feelings were hurt. The snowball aimed right for that DOT rolling around in it until every dirty bit of it was connected to the DOT party forming in my head. It was just the DOT to heat up the snowball enough for it to come to a full stop, a complete meltdown, and a DOT EXPLOSION!

The pity party wasn’t pretty. The meltdown was ugly. The DOT explosion was epic causing a massive heart attack. You see, when you over-think little DOTs they join with other DOTs in the same way blood cells stick together to block your arteries. You don’t function well and it eventually leads to a heart attack. 

Thank goodness DOT heart attacks don’t send you to the hospital. Yet, they have the power to do just as much damage. Accumulating and over-thinking DOTs stifles your happiness. Fear takes over attacking your heart and breaking down its protective covering until an explosive meltdown occurs. A crack is formed, and your heart is scarred in hidden ways. 

Finally, I stepped back from the dirty puddle I was sitting in and realized I had broken my own DOT rules. By overthinking every little DOT I had given them the power to become huge in my mind. I allowed them to connect one, by one, stripping me of my calm, my contentment, and my happiness. They blinded me and I couldn’t see around them. I carried the huge DOT mass around like a collection of boulders in a backpack. Only as I dropped the backpack did they tumble out before me and I could see the tiny pebbles each of them really were. Just tiny DOTs in the grand adventure of life!
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Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Any event that happens to us, around us, or concerns us is just one tiny DOT in the grand adventure of life. Don’t Over-Think the DOTs!”

I have learned hard lessons. Lessons that have given me benchmarks that guide my life.
I remember the Christmas during my divorce that I sat alone in an apartment eating a bag of Hershey Kisses and watching the clock tick. I was certain I wouldn’t survive the day. I did.
I learned that loneliness can be hurtful, harmful, and healing. I had a new benchmark to help me understand that I could survive being alone.

There was a time when I was driving an hour commute to work on treacherous roads, working too many hours, worrying about contracts, profit and loss statements, and stressed to an extreme level. Then, my dad was diagnosed with a terminal illness. In a short period of time, he disappeared before my eyes. I was holding his hand and rubbing his head as he passed. In that second the contracts, the commute, the work worries seemed of such little importance. I was holding my dad’s hand and rubbing his head as he left this life- that was important. That was a benchmark to help me keep in perspective the big from the small things in life.

I changed a few things after that and thought I had my priorities straight. And then, a phone call brought me to my knees telling me my 22-year-old-son had died.

You can read about the stages of grief, but that does not guard you against the reality of it. I was on the ground in a dirty, ugly space of hopeless helpless grief. I wanted my little cowboy back. I wanted to see him when he was two years old wearing his hat, chaps, and boots, perched on his bouncy horse as he watched the “Three Amigos” movie. I wanted my baseball player back that could hit home runs every time he was up to bat and then danced around the bases because to him it was all about having fun. I wanted the schoolboy back with his huge smile wearing his favorite t-shirt that had a picture of a can of spam on the front. I wanted my musician back who filled my home with the vibration of his drums and could hear a song once and play it on his guitar. I wanted, “J.T. and the Basement Boys,” back in my basement driving me crazy with the musical noise. I wanted to see his smile when I handed him the keys to his truck. I wanted to hear him sing to his baby girl. I wanted to feel his beard brush next to my face and feel his hugs.

At his funeral, I thought I would die. I wanted to die.
Gratitude saved me.
Being grateful for the gift of him in my life, being grateful for the years he was with me, being grateful that I got to be his mom and no one else could say that - saved me.

Standing in front of an oak box that held my child, with his guitar silently perched on the floor next to it, created an unmovable, unbreakable benchmark made of granite that I will carry forever. I survived the most unthinkable, unimaginable, pain a mom can bear and I am still standing.

I have been through a lot in my life. We all have. I hear others complain about their life, their jobs, and their kids. I see the challenges and craziness in our world. I witness the hate and anger that causes people to do terrible things.

I see the other side. The side we should all look at. The side where we should be grateful for life – the good and not so good. The experiences, the joys, and the sadness.

My benchmark of comparison is rock solid. Nothing can hurt as deeply as the loss of my child. I know what is big and what is small to worry about. I know what to be grateful for.
And I will continue standing.
I believe we all will.  

Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Watch for benchmarks when they are given to you and allow gratitude to guide your life.”

It held my children, grandchildren, cousins, neighbors, and dogs. It has been a rocket sliding down a hill, a snow wagon, and a photo prop.

It caused laughter, delight, and joy. It caused fights, bruises, and tears.

I am not even sure if I remember the day it arrived in our home. Most likely it was delivered in a sleigh by a man in a red suit. I do know the sled has been around for decades.

I ran across it in my garage propped in a corner. The runners, once bright and shiny red, looked rusty. The wood worn. The original twine colored rope long ago replaced by a red version.
With the outside temperature too cold to turn on the garden hose, I did the next best thing – I brought it in the house. I gave it a shower. Leaning it against the tile I took the shower sprayer down and began cleaning off the years of neglect.

As the cobwebs ran down the drain, I saw my children – dressed in snow suits, hats, mittens, and boots. Hardly able to move due to the layers of protection. The only skin showing was their faces with the glow of their cold blushed cheeks.

The water poured brown and dirty as years of memories flashed through.

The year it was taken to the lake while the men ice fished, and the kids would take turns having sled rides across the frozen water.

The hill that seemed Alpine-big and served as the daredevil challenge for those days when the sled was ridden until little fingers were frozen and the draw of a warm bath and hot chocolate waiting at home became strong enough to end the fun.

The year my brother’s St. Bernard pulled the sled, filled with squealing kids, across Grandma’s yard.
Drying the sled off I rubbed the runners to polish every inch while memories continued to reach every corner of my heart.

The way I felt as I watched my three most important loves, hearing their squeals of delight as I held my breath, hoping they would reach the edge of the snow safely.

The way I ran to them when an unseen rock would derail their speed causing a tumble, a spill, and tears.
The arguments over who would get the next turn.

Tying greenery and a plaid bow around the wooden slats, I remembered…

​The day my daughter perched her babies on it to snap the perfect holiday card photo.

The sled.
Now instead of the dirty corner of the garage, it stands in a place of honor next to my antique sewing machine surround by twinkling lights. The red and green bow a crown of appreciation for work well done.

I walk by it and see those chubby snow kissed faces. I hear the squeals of joy. I think of how my children are grown and their children are taller than me. I wonder how time has slid by so quickly -- year by year, snow by melting snow, and one quick ride down the hill at a time.
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Pennie’s Life Lesson:
“Pay attention to the little things in life – they slip and slide by quickly.”

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