February 24, 2025

My Favorite Crystals: Kyanite

kyaniteKyanite is the best clearing crystal I know. I met this large blue/white raw piece in the same workshop in which I met my crystal partner, Fallon, the Citrine Lemurian Quartz, back in spring 2009. I had actually been “seeing” this piece of kyanite for two days, and when I held it I asked it how much it cost: it said “$120.”

WHAT?

It was right, and it came home with me that night. (Shown sitting with some crystal friends.)

Kyanite is fragile when it’s raw, so this piece stays home. You can also buy polished pieces to tuck in your pocket for the day. It also comes in a dark green color (spendier).

Kyanite clears everything. Our visitors routinely take off their jewelry while visiting and place it on top of the kyanite. Their jewelry is vibrantly clear when they’re ready to leave. It’s also great for clear-thinking, intuitive insight, rapid thinking, and easy balancing. Yes, a perfect match for my get-it-done-with-as-easy-as-possible philosophy. Get some and bring it to one of our workshops!

© 2014 Robyn M Fritz

Five Reasons Not to Exercise

not exercising is good for youYou see people out running, biking, chasing their dogs, skateboarding, and you just have to wonder. Why are they doing that? Don’t they know there are five good reasons not to exercise?

The weather is … weather. It’s rainy, sunny, cloudy, dark, windy, snowy, hot, cold or just right. Exercising indoors? You have to go through weather to get to the gym (or air out the house). Easier to modify a yoga stretch in your recliner while hoisting a good e-book.

You get sweaty and tired. That means you’ll need to clean up and rest, which take time. Better to stress out while earning more money to buy toys you can play with over lattes. Or wine.

You can get hurt. People always get hurt exercising. They break wrists while biking and rollerblading, fall over curbs out walking, play sports and get hit by falling balls, go hiking and get bit by mosquitoes or chased by bears. Exercising is dangerous. Stay safe. No one’s ever been injured by a latte or recliner (unless, of course, they move).

You might miss something important that isn’t on a mobile device. What would that be, exactly? Find out: that’s why they make recliners.

There’s always chocolate. Wine and beer have cardiovascular and anti-cancer properties, coffee has antioxidants, and now we have chocolate! Yes, the new über solution for good health is dark chocolate, which reduces blood pressure and cholesterol, improves hearts and attitudes, expands waistlines and …

Wait, expands waistlines?

Is that what everybody’s doing out there, discovering that exercise is actually something we should do? Push-ups, running, biking, dancing … all create healthy, fit bodies.

That have room for chocolate.

Who wouldn’t get out of a recliner for that?

© 2014 Robyn M Fritz

TRIUNE AMERICA: Female, Left-handed, Handicapped

PonderingI was female right out of the box, indubitably, irrevocably. Never wanted to be anything else. Ever. Still don’t. Could do without the boobs, but there you go.

They didn’t figure out I was left-handed until about fourth grade. I was a girl in rural Catholic America, and they didn’t pay any attention to us as long as we kept the house and our mouths clean. They apparently didn’t realize that clean minds might have been a smarter thing to try to entangle us with. But that was like being left-handed: we were girls eventually women, and we didn’t matter, so why notice?

What always surprised me about that was the women acted just like the men: they were convinced women didn’t matter. I often wondered why they bothered to live. I also wondered if anyone else had those thoughts. Did you? Today I wonder  if something of that “born inferior” didn’t carry over into foreverhood. Okay, I don’t wonder, I know. Don’t you?

The other thing about that is the boys were shortchanged, too. Why? In Catholic grade school the nuns were too busy drilling us in how to become free-form artists to “The Flight of the Bumblebee” blaring out of a cheap stereo to actually teach us anything. What, did they figure, farming community, all these kids need to know is dirt, or did they just not know better? I don’t really want to know the answer to that question, because I think I do (dirt), and that makes me feel bad for those kids whose minds were limited by prejudice.

Then, too, those nuns who taught us were preoccupied. By nuclear war, of course, it was that time when it seemed very real, when we cringed in our beds at night whenever a plane flew overhead, because a bomb might come whistling out of the sky. I remember many drills, the nuns showing us the proper way to survive nuclear war—by crouching over a milk carton in the school hallways. I remember that as one of my first open rebellious moments: as Sister Whozit passed, her black robes swishing around her ankles and her rosary bouncing off her apparently ample hip, I sat up and peered at all the kids’ butts pointing skyward and wondered how sane adults really were. We would never make it through nuclear war on one small carton of milk, and why would I radiate my body to protect it in the first place? Who were these people who had my butt in the air and my free-spirited rebel heart’s nose to the grungy linoleum?

They weren’t my people. My people loved life, relished it, dealt in kindness. Mostly they were animals, and trees, and mountains, and my salvation the ocean, and one or two who might have thought me strange (my father) but who got me nevertheless (my earth mother). They are all still with me today, in one way or another.

At some point I actually became an adult, and just as I was ready to break free at last I became handicapped. Ironic, isn’t it? Free to run, and I couldn’t walk or stand for long. Still can’t, all these years later. But I learned to run and walk in different realms, instead, to cross time and dimensional borders as an intuitive, to write about those journeys, to invite others to explore with me. But still, physically, I’m handicapped.

Names live, they have power: female, left-handed, handicapped. Everything they tried to do to disempower me simply made me stronger. Eventually. The power of three, Triune America. Where everything wrong comes out right, in time, where memories serve as thoughtful reminders of how small-mindedness can harm, where disability is a workaround.

Mindset matters. I just didn’t give up, no matter what label got attached. I would still change some of the circumstances. Would you change yours?

© Robyn M Fritz 2013

 

Embracing Gratitude on the Holidays

sun dog afterglowHave you noticed the rush of complaints at the holiday season? It starts with people moaning about joining the family on Thanksgiving, and it continues. What gives?

I know the holidays are hard on people, expectations and all that, but I always thought holidays were hard on those of us who didn’t have families to complain about—and to embrace. This year I consciously choose to emphasize what I call the rush of gratitude.

I’ll be clear—I desperately miss my beloved dog, Murphy, who died last year, and family members who are gone. But here are the things I am loving and cherishing right now.

  • A friend who invited me to Thanksgiving dinner.
  • Friends who joined me at my own holiday celebration, and who remarked on how easy and fun it was to choose to create community (like eating turkey with me).
  • A friend who fell in love with fleece sheets—in a strange leopard pattern—knew I was often uncomfortable and cold, and gifted me with my own strange leopard pattern set. They don’t fit my house—and they make me laugh every time I see them, smile at the bond they represent, and feel grateful for the coziness during the recent cold snap! (Grace the Cat is even more grateful!)
  • A friend who noticed that my treasured chair, with crewel embroidery by my beloved grandmother, matched a stool embroidered by her grandmother, and gave me the stool. Do you think our grandmothers ever imagined their granddaughters would meet over business and share their art? I know my grandmother would be smiling right now, and I bet my friend’s would, too.
  • People who appreciate me and Fallon, and invite us into their communities.
  • A group that hasn’t appreciated me and Fallon, and made me realize that nothing inspires gratitude like learning to avoid those who have none!

Each of these events, and many more, fill me with a rush of gratitude—that despite our busy-ness and worries, we can choose to find joy, contentment, and amusement in everyday life. Every time I feel a bit off, I think of the little things that make me smile. Because they aren’t little at all—gratitude is a lifestyle, a choice, that affects everything.

Yes, I have complaints—I want my beloveds back again, which I know won’t happen. So I’ll settle for gratitude—that we were family, if only for a short time, and that it mattered.

Here’s to your rush of gratitude! Happy holidays, however you celebrate!

© 2013 Robyn M Fritz

Profiling Ted Kerasote’s Book Pukka’s Promise

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Sept. 20, 2013

I am re-posting this review of Kerasote’s book largely because it covers the complex issue of early spay-neuter, which is beginning to be discussed on forums and, thankfully, between families and their veterinarians. I will continue to post on this topic: if you live with animals, you have a moral responsibility to care for them properly, and research over the last 10 years has definitely proven that spaying and neutering our dogs before they are sexually mature can lead to life-long serious diseases as well as terminal issues like cancer. Don’t think it can happen to your dog? Think again, people! Right now, in the U.S., 50% of our dogs over 10 are getting cancer. Many of them are suffering from arthritis, hip dysplasia, thyroid disease, obesity, incontinence, and behavioral problems that can be traced to interrupting their hormone cycle as young animals. This is a crime and must stop. Do these problems have other causes? Absolutely, but we owe it to the animals whose lives are in our hands to stop practices that we know have serious consequences.

This particular issue won’t stop unless we the consumer vote with our dollars and withhold our funds, our support, and our good will from organizations that continue to support early spay/neuter, from Best Friends to The Humane Society, to local and regional shelters and rescues, to veterinarians, pet supply stores, laws and societal pressure.

It should have occurred to all of us to question the wisdom of spaying and neutering every young dog (or cat, or animal, period) to prevent pet overpopulation. (It occurred to me 15 years ago, but I listened to the vet, fool that I was and no longer am.) Those of us who are responsible continue to be, and those who are not will not be affected, as they will always find a dog that is intact, and they will always be careless, or simply have ‘accidents.’ The larger question should be the health of every animal we come across, and that is the province of the family. Continuing a practice that we now medically know is at the least debilitating and at most murder is, quite frankly, genocide.

Another question: exactly what constitutes pet overpopulation? I wonder if it is because people adopt animals and get tired of them or give them up when they get big and haven’t been trained—plenty of reasons that have nothing to do with an animal being successfully nurtured to sexual maturity. Breeders around the country have noticed the research and have started to educate their buyers and steer them away from this practice. The big money that is involved in the animal welfare movement simply won’t listen, these people and their ideas are entrenched. Money counts. Withhold it. Do business with those who pay attention to the facts and not emotional issues.

And read Kerasote’s book. He’s done the research so all you have to do is read it, check his sources, and spread the word. The animal’s life you save may be your beloved’s. It is too late for mine.

Peace, people. Love. Sit down and talk this issue out. And think twice before you follow the new suggestions that UC Davis and others are making: tubal ligation and vasectomy may not be answers. You’ll have an entire population that doesn’t understand pyometra in female dogs, let alone mammary cancer, or understand prostate and other issues in male animals, including if retained sperm can cause cancer, which they are beginning to question in humans. But at least they are going in the right direction in researching it.

Money talks. Keep yours in your pocket. Only adopt animals whose future you decide as a family member.

And another thing: rescue is a word, not a breed. Give it up. Find your heart match. Now spread the word. And read on for my original post on Kerasote’s book (which he has ignored, too bad).

Ted Kerasote and I have two things in common.

We both lost our beloved older dogs to horrific diseases: his boy, Merle, to a brain tumor, and my girl, Murphy, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, to hemangiosarcoma.

We both are doing what we can to change those endings for other people and their dogs while we give our animal family members the best lives possible.

But how?

Kerasote certainly gained an audience with his book, Merle’s Door, which detailed his life in Wyoming with a stray dog he ‘adopted’ on a trip to Utah. It’s fascinating for me, whose outdoor adventures are limited to the occasional cherished trip to Yellowstone and the sidewalks of my beachside Seattle neighborhood, to read about (and be thrilled by) the adventures of an avid sportsman and his energetic dog.

There’s a reason I live with Cavaliers, well, one now (and a cat). The same reason Kerasote doesn’t.

Kerasote is one of the few writers whose books appeal to me because of their quality and heart: well, his dog books, as I haven’t read the others, but I’m hooked now, and will. His new one, Pukka’s Promise: The Quest for Longer-Lived Dogs, continues that fine tradition of smart, well-written, possibly researched-to-death books that educate as well as they entertain.

I know, he’s been criticized for mixing his personal life into his research, but that’s actually a tribute to a great writer.

And what awesome criticism it is! It’s saying that in a world that tends to ignore facts for fanaticism, Kerasote’s relentless research to find a way to choose a dog and then help it live a long life is so compelling that we don’t want the distraction of his personal life. We just want the facts—what he discovered in his quest to learn from the people who feed, treat, breed, train, and entertain our dogs as he explores the industries they work in. What a testament to his rigorous research and his writing that in a sound bite culture a serious book about dogs is both welcome and admired.

But I for one (and many) admire it more because he doesn’t hesitate to show us why it matters: he loves living with dogs, and, like most of us, wants them around as long as possible, so he’s trying to figure out how.

I know. I’ve spent the last 15 years on that one. I thought I had it all figured out—food, vaccinations, toys, green living, fun. I had a Cavalier most people encouraged me to give up on at 2. We figured it out, and she led a vibrantly healthy life until, at 13-1/2, we met hemangiosarcoma. It was not the end I was expecting.

Now, those who dismiss the personal in Kerasote’s books are forgetting that ideas and facts without heart and intelligence are how we got into the mess we’re living now with our companion animals. Kerasote’s anguish over his choices, his delight in his dog, their adventures in living, convince us that he isn’t just nerdy—he has heart, and that means he has real purpose. His research comes to life when he brings it home to show us how he searched for, and raises, Pukka. He’s a man in love with his dog and not ashamed to admit it. His choice between shelter and breeding, his well-reasoned decisions about spay/neuter, food, vaccinations, toys, exercise (yes, Merle’s real door makes me crazy, but I understand it in places like Wyoming), all come together in a book as compelling and important as Goldstein’s The Nature of Animal Healing, Schoen’s Kindred Spirits, Frost’s Beyond Obedience, and Clothier’s Bones Would Rain from the Sky.

Without heart the facts make no difference. He’s smart, educated, passionate, and clear about what it takes to create healthy dogs. Unfortunately, it’s what it takes to live with dogs in our complex world, and why we’re losing them.

Kerasote is clear about what he thinks, and why. He appears to be someone who can be a leader in the tough business of having quiet, serious, painful conversations about how we will get our dogs healthy and long-lived. About what is, and is not, working in our lives with dogs.

Kerasote is living the human-animal bond. There is no higher compliment, but it’s not enough.

I used to think that love alone could bring all of us together to save our dogs—the vets, shelters, breeders, suppliers, families. But I was wrong.

People criticized me for buying a purebred dog, and when she developed health problems, they swore it was breeding that caused them.

Photo 7 - Alki and GraceIt wasn’t. It was me listening to crappy vets—me being away from dogs for a dozen years and overwhelmed by the new world of animal care. It was me agreeing to bad food, repeated vaccinations, paternal dogma, and early spay/neuter.

It was confusion over repeated illnesses that made no sense to me that finally woke me up. It was vets saying it was routine for dogs to take multiple antibiotics before they were 2, and my horror at their complacency, that made me dig deep for better answers.

It was me deciding to figure it out on my own, firing half the vets in Seattle, and turning to research, and Goldstein, and Dodds, and alternative vets and home-cooked meals. I already had the green home.

Now I think that everything I did might have made no difference because I, too, was the one who believed them when they said early spay/neuter made animals healthier, that waiting until they were sexually mature was too risky.

And I was the one who said goodbye to my beloved when her spleen ruptured from hemangiosarcoma. You said it in your book, Ted: “spayed females have been found to have five times the risk of intact females for developing  hemangiosarcoma.” Did Murphy get cancer because I spayed her early? It’s possible: there were no other risk factors, none. Even if there were, because it’s possible, the practice is wrong—cruel, heartless, stupid.

So now what?

Here’s the problem: the average person just wants to have a happy life with their dogs, but it’s increasingly difficult to do that. What Kerasote and I have done to create healthy lives for our dogs isn’t just intellectually challenging—it’s time-consuming, expensive, frustrating, and terrifying (if you don’t think that, you have never seen a cancer ward). It’s more than the average person can do, more than they should have to do. Why? Partly because we live in a complex world, and everything that makes it easier can be suspect, from food to toys, as Kerasote so vividly demonstrates.

But also because of agendas, and those we can do something about.

So let me tell you a story.

In the last year, I have quietly and earnestly talked to people about early spay/neuter and their animals.

I am very aware that I have two ticking time bombs in my house: my Cavalier boy, Alki, and Grace the Cat. I shudder when I think of their potential future, one they wouldn’t have had to face if I had known better. Well, people say, they could still get cancer from a number of things, including bad luck. But why add a risk factor to the mix? Why not trust people with the facts, let them decide what is best for their animal families before they become animal families?

I spayed and neutered my kids because I thought that it would make them healthier. The dogs were from breeders, the cat was through a local rescue group. None of my kids came from a place that forced me to do early spay/neuter or thought so poorly of me they mutilated my animals before they trusted me with them. In fact, both the breeders were there for me in Murphy’s last weeks: when has a shelter representative sat with anyone in a cancer ward?

The truth is, they don’t care. Here’s the proof.

The Fritz FamilyRemember those conversations I’ve had with people in the last year? I quietly explain to them that I lost my oldest dog to cancer. Their eyes fill up, they express condolences, and then I quietly say, “Did you know that cancer is linked to early spay/neuter?”

They look at me, then reach down and wrap their arms protectively around their dogs, horror and fear and tears in their eyes. It dawns on them, you can see the confusion. They say, “But we’re supposed to do that to reduce overpopulation.”

“I bought that, too,” I say. “But has your animal ever been unsupervised? Does that even make sense? Don’t we all take care of our animals?”

They stop, then, sobered. Which allows me to mention the other things that can come from early spay/neuter: obesity, thyroid disease, hip dysplasia, arthritis, incontinence, behavior problems, cognitive issues. They ask questions, I answer them, as best I can.

One man looked at his gorgeous golden retriever and insisted he neutered him for his behavior issues, then, with a frown, said: “Cancer.”

Yes, cancer is a huge issue for goldens; Murphy lost two golden friends from the same family in her long life. I could see this man thinking about his decision. “Well,” he said quietly. “I could’ve done better training.”

Exactly.

So here’s the thing: every single person—well, everyone who was not in the animal welfare business, but a regular person like me, and Ted, and probably you—every one of those I’ve had this conversation with has left saddened and wiser. I hear back from them: how they’ve told their friends, who are now making different choices, ones that fit their animals and not politics.

The revolution has started.

But there are others. One day I talked with a well-known, highly regarded behaviorist, who glanced away when I said I’d lost Murphy to cancer, that she had no other risk factors but early spay/neuter, that all the things I’d questioned about it years ago turned out to be true. The vets, the shelters, they’re wrong.

Get ready to scream.

The behaviorist couldn’t look me in the eye. Instead, she straightened and said, “Your dog was old enough. There’s a larger purpose.”

Yes, she really said that.

And the purpose? Reducing pet overpopulation. Well, that’s a long conversation, and as Kerasote points out, as I well know, it’s involved.

But the truth is, what we’ve done for 40 years hasn’t worked. It’s complex, as Kerasote demonstrates in a discussion of American poverty and animals (and here I thought it was partly our easy culture), and it’s mindset, as he shows with European pets. It’s also the odd American stereotype that people who ‘rescue’ are heroes, including those who dump their unsold mixed-breed puppies at the shelter, or the shelter administrators who claim there aren’t real ‘breeders,’ encouraging people to buy a shelter dog for $250 – $350, mutilation included.

Welcome to the new puppy mill—your local shelter or rescue organization, and those big name ones we’re supposed to worship. 

This is a huge discussion, one that needs to move beyond bitterness and divisiveness to claim love as its heart and soul. Love for ourselves and for our animals and for those who go unclaimed. What we know is that 50% of our dogs over 10 get cancer, that cancer is an epidemic in our country and no one will admit why or knows all the answers (even me), that millions of our animals suffer from chronic diseases that reduce their quality of life and are linked to early spay/neuter, that people get weepy because they want a pet but can’t afford  veterinary care. I see this, I hear this, and I am saying: it’s past time to change direction.

Early spay/neuter is stupid. Cruel. Wrong. It’s politics and brainwashing and ‘father knows best’ and it’s time to stop it.

Remember the behaviorist? Remember what she said, without being able to look me in the eye?

My dog was old enough.

There’s a larger purpose.

Well, a hundred million years would not have been long enough with the dog I claim as soul mate.

Hatred is not a larger purpose. I ask you: why are we trusting these people?

So here’s what I say, to Kerasote, to all of us. Ted, you were brave enough to call for people to vote with their dollars and quit buying hazardous toys and supplies. But you failed to call for an end to early spay/neuter and the system that supports it. Tubal ligation and vasectomy—interesting. Chemical castration: sorry, I’m green, and so are you, and we’re supposed to be eliminating chemicals in our kids, not adding them.

And you’re wrong when you say we can’t change public opinion. I’m already doing that, in my small way, without the audience you have. And we can change the system, the mandatory laws, the spay/neuter mindset that has lobotomized the animal welfare movement.

It’s easy. We’re Americans. We vote with our dollars.

We simply shut them down. I tell people not to go to a shelter or rescue organization that takes this choice away from them and their vet. Not to buy from a pet supply store, or a food manufacturer, or use a trainer, or behaviorist, or animal communicator, or vet who is still spouting that same old nonsense. Don’t give them your business.  Tell them why.

Just say no. To Best Friends, to the Humane Society. Don’t give them your money, your heart, your trust. Shut them down.

Will we make enemies. Yep. Will it matter? Absolutely. Will animals die in the meantime, before they change? They already are dying. Ask Ted to tell you about Merle. Ask me about Murphy. Read even one of the heartbreaking emails I’ve received in the last year as people search for answers to canine cancer and find my blog about Murphy, especially the entry on our visit to the veterinary surgeon. Remember that Kerasote wrote this book in part because real people who love dogs wanted to know why they were losing them too soon.

Money counts when love is blocked, and money will talk here.

We’ll shut these people and their agencies all down, and quickly, dare I hope in less than a year? We’ll shut down all those systems that have become the new, cruel, terrifying puppy mills. And build real loving humane organizations from what’s left.

Murphy 7-16-1998 - 3-8-2012Love will lead the way.

I know that Murphy’s won’t be the last face of canine cancer. But perhaps hers will be the beginning of the end.

Ted, you have the platform. Use it. Take these groups off your website. Support yourself—the love and smarts you’ve demonstrated in your wonderful book.

And to everybody else out there: buy Kerasote’s book. Read it. Go back to it. Live it. It matters. He matters. And when he wakes up and takes on that last bit of cruelty and insanity, our animal families will thank him for it.

As we vote with our dollars.

Now, here’s my thanks for a beautiful moment in the book, where Kerasote says that he was determined to make his last days with Merle wonderful by “unwrapping each day as if it were a gift.” That’s what I’m doing now, when I tell people about Murphy, when I work in my intuitive practice. Each day with our beloveds is a gift. Value it, value them. Find the right people to help. Ted, you’ve helped, you are a gift. Thank you.

In memory of Murphy Brown Fritz
July 16, 1998 – March 8, 2012

© 2013 Robyn M Fritz

The Gift of Grace: An Unexpected Lesson

LettuceIn January my cousins gave me a birthday gift: a $50 gift certificate for the Seattle Farmers Market. It was a carefully selected gift. They knew  that I’ve shopped at the West Seattle Farmers Market for years, take friends there, and encourage others to go.

For me it’s also a bit retro: I grew up in a small town, and buying produce and meats from your neighbors was simply what you did. Good business for them. Good food for you.

So I was taken aback yesterday when I cashed in my gift certificate at the market booth and then tried to spend my $5 tokens around the market.

Turns out, the farmers don’t really understand the tokens. Plus (or perhaps I should honestly say, worse) the tokens are also given in exchange for food stamps, and that is apparently all they are really known for by the farmers. I have to admit, when the booth attendant told me that, I hesitated.

We are all proud: this is a fact of life. We aren’t proud about being proud, but we are, anyway. I am not the only one who looks the other way when the person in front of me at the grocery store hands over food coupons instead of money. First of all, it’s none of my business. Second, it’s sad that someone needs to rely on food stamps: I’m glad food stamps are there and I hope to never be in the position to need them. Third, I always just figured people were embarrassed by needing the coupons, and, of course, it might be contagious.

Sound human? (You know it is.)

So when I was handed the tokens and told that, I thought, ‘Wow, this might be a lesson I’m not in the mood for today.’ Sadly, it was.

One farmer tried to refuse the tokens, and then argued with me about giving me change for one. Granted, the market’s organizers have done a poor job of informing the farmers that the tokens are real money: at the end of the day, they turn in each $5 token for $5 cash. But this particular farmer took one look at the token and glanced at me with a look that combined both contempt for me and superiority for her. I started to explain it was a gift, not a food stamp, and then I thought, really, this is my lesson, too, and shut up.

Well, almost. I looked this farmer in the eye and said, “Give me back the token and I’ll give you real money.” Startled, she hesitated, kept it, and gave me change. While blushing.

I owed the second farmer $17, and gave him three tokens and change (I catch on eventually). He did a double-take when he saw the tokens, wouldn’t meet my eyes after that, and hustled me off.

The third farmer was someone I personally like, even though we don’t know each other’s name. She remembers what I like and even brings a few items just for me (okay, probably a few other people, too) when she doesn’t have enough of it ready to sell in quantity. While she took the tokens in stride, I felt compelled to mention that they were a gift, so boo on me.

That was my lesson yesterday. I had to laugh about it later. I’d just spent a fortune on veterinary care for my aging, ill dog, and like most of us these days, I was feeling the pinch. But what pinched me here was attitude, and not just the farmers’.

We don’t survive as a species, let alone a culture, unless we reach out to take care of each other. Food stamps are one way we do that in our system while keeping our hands clean and our hearts inactivated: we can do good without going to any real effort, including feeling it.

Yesterday I had to feel it. Joy because I feel rich every Sunday when my fridge is stocked with life-giving food. Surprise (and embarrassment) at how I felt when I realized someone might think I was using food stamps (which, I discovered, makes you feel inadequate on many levels that count far more than the financial). Shame for even thinking that. Humor at being human. Satisfaction in rising above my own, well, pettiness.

And, really, gratitude for a perfect gift from people who truly love me: the food, yes, but the unexpected gift of compassion for all of us who are just trying to get by, and somehow manage to do it together. Even when it hurts.

Yes, I’ll call it like it was: an unexpected gift of grace, obviously needed, and, ultimately, well received.

So how would you feel in that situation? And why?

© 2013 Robyn M Fritz

 

Saying Goodbye to a Neighborhood Institution

Dick and Andy BarnecutBarnecut’s Shell has been in West Seattle a whole lot longer than I have, but even that’s a long time. Dick Barnecut and his son, Andy, have been taking care of my cars since I moved to West Seattle in 1988. But on July 1, 2013, they will be closing their doors forever.

The economy has hit hard. Sometimes it’s all statistics, grim reports on the news, or stories from a different place. We’ve seen a lot of places close in West Seattle over the years, many as hard times hit in 2008. But sometimes it’s somebody we know.

What happens? The big box store down the street undercuts prices, and still we shop there. The owners get tired or simply get to retire and kick back. Or some combination thereof. Sometimes it’s hard times, sometimes it’s just time, but the end result is the same: we’re losing a family business.

Here’s what I know. I’m going to miss Barnecut’s. I’m going to miss getting gas and checkups where they know my name and I know theirs.

Here’s something else I know. I was fortunate enough to spot Andy at the station on my way home yesterday, and even though I only needed a quarter tank, I pulled in to fill up and get the chance to say goodbye.

As luck would have it, the best thing happened, because Dick was there, too. Now Dick’s been retired a long time, so you hardly get to see him. But I got a chance to hug them both, to thank them for taking care of me and West Seattle all these years, for being good people and neighbors.

I’m going to miss that. I was born and raised in a small town, and I ran to the big city to get away from that. But truth is, the small town girl is still in there, still wanting to do business and be friends with my neighbors. Still kind of missing that tie.

My dad was a pharmacist and gift shop owner in Stayton, Oregon, and I had the privilege of working with him in his store from the time I was 12 until I graduated from college. I learned a lot about business from my dad. How to count change. How to smile and be polite. How to work even when I was tired. How to wrap a gift.

How to be a good neighbor. My dad took care of people in ways I saw only because I was there. He never talked about it. He just did it. Helped a young man whose wife was dying. Gave money to a man in need. Took care of his family.

I was telling Dick and Andy Barnecut a bit about my dad yesterday. How proud I was of him, and them, for being good neighbors first and foremost.

“Yeah, my dad’s like that,” Andy said, smiling at Dick.

Yes, I remember the time I was on my way to the dentist and had a flat tire. Andy drove down to my condo and filled the tire so I could drive up to the station. Dick was waiting. He took the tire off, patched it, put it back on, and I jumped in the car, saying, “Thanks, Dick, I’ll be back to pay for it later.”

He just laughed as I drove off. And laughed again when I stopped by later that day to pay (interest free, unlike every bank you know).

I’ll miss the service. I’ll miss them. But I’m grateful that they were there all those years when I needed them. When West Seattle needed them.

Happy adventures, Dick and Andy!

© 2013 Robyn M Fritz

Sunset, Alki Beach, Seattle, 6-22-13

The perfect ending to a perfect day: enjoying sunset at Alki Beach in Seattle with my dog, Alki.

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Nature Checks In – Really!

Sometimes you just have to take that picture! Here is nature checking in on solstice, June 2013.

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The One Gathering: Bringing Love Home

 

Jennifer Yost preparing for The One Gathering

Jennifer Yost preparing for The One Gathering

The One Gathering is the amazing heart chakra opening brainstorm of visionary Jennifer Yost, MA, LMHC. Each year the 2.5 hour multisensory program brings together inspirational speakers, energy healers, high energetic frequency graphics, and musicians to provide a full program that supports an uplifting experience as it supports heart openings in the audience. The grand finale is always the energetic ‘tune-up,’ the heart-opening chakra attunement to raise consciousness for a new time, to reach a higher vibration of peace and joy. The goal: to ‘expand heart-centered consciousness to harmonize and create more abundance’ as it facilitates healing on ‘all levels of your being’ and brings people together in community.

In short, to paraphrase Jennifer: to offer entertainment, healing, and community so “attendees walk away feeling lighter, inspired, and expanded in divine alignment with their higher self,” and “to bring healing energy to the places it’s held in, to subtly shift the energy of towns, cities and countries to a higher frequency of peace and love.”

And it works!

In 2007 Jennifer felt called to provide a forum for people to come together to help birth a higher consciousness with ease and grace. She has provided a unique forum every year since.

This year Fallon and I were honored to be part of the program. It was held June 2, 2013, at Washington Hall in Seattle.

Jennifer has been working in the healing arts of counseling and energy healing for 17 years as a psychotherapist and Reiki master who combines deep insight into people with her heart opening work that she calls Quantum Reiki, which expands energy healing into the past and across dimensions to facilitate healing of outdated patterns on all levels of being. I have personally experienced her Reiki work, which is not only powerful but deeply moving. She believes “these are transformative and pivotal times on the planet” and she would like to assist humanity in transcending this “birthing” into higher consciousness with as much grace and ease as possible. Jennifer’s background as a Reiki Master and practice of Quantum Healing led her to develop a way to channel high healing energy to large groups, energetically attuning crowds to the unconditional love of the heart chakra.

Jennifer is deeply committed to the unique healing group attunement offered to The One Gathering attendees. She believes it  energetically integrates the program content and allows the releasing of what no longer serves us and so helps to raise consciousness. As she says, “There is nothing to fear when centered within the Truth of the heart.”

Jennifer and Samantha scope out the stage, with Linda Vassallo in background and Fallon supervising Jennifer John Justice Linda! Reiki master Samantha and Jennifer Samantha and the Rose Meditation Samantha Parrott, Jennifer Yost, Justice Bartlett with Fallon Master of Ceremonies Thomas Brophy was the “spiritual stand up comedian and stage manager.” A Reiki master and actor, Thomas kept the program moving with his high energy and gentle presence.

Samantha Parrott offered her beautiful Rose Meditation, to get the audience into their heart chakra space. mantha learned early that the colors she was seeing around people were auras. During her lifelong research of auras, she has been trained in Reiki, Shamanic Journey,  Transformational Bodywork, and Matrix Energetics.  As well as being a Reiki Master Teacher, she has been a Chef for 25 years. Samantha incorporates the healing energy of Reiki with her baking to create her Soul Supper Sweets. She is a Professional member of the Reiki Fellowship, The International Association of Reiki Professionals, and an Ordained Reverend of the Universal Life Church.

Featured guest Justice Bartlett, LMP, CHT, engaged the audience with a delightful talk on expanding life and thinking into love. A mother, writer, teacher and healer. In 2011 Justice founded EmBody Me, a company dedicated to heart centered, embodied living. From 2006-2011 Justice taught and presented with Matrix Energetics, Intl. As a seminar co-facilitator, she demonstrated the Matrix principles and techniques developed by her father, Dr. Richard Bartlett. As a Licensed Massage Practitioner, Certified Hypnotherapist and energetic intuitive, Justice uses her unique combination of skills to help people transform patterns that hold them back from living fully, authentically and joyfully!

Fallon and I gave a talk on what we have learned about our ancient past. We talked about the gathering of beings across star systems and multiple dimensions to create a planet of love and connection with all life as equals, how we lost it in multiple asteroid collisions, and how that dropped us into 3D reality and the fear, forgetting, and longing for home that we currently experience. The message from our ancient past is that we are moving into 4D and 5D realities that cross time and dimensional borders, and that we can expand our consciousness by releasing fear and claiming love, by releasing forgetting and remembering our past, and by releasing our longing for home and claiming this planet as our home. The message of love and peace from the ancients was facilitated by The One Gathering participants.

Keny Guzey followed with his uplifting, soulful music, supported by multi-dimensional motion graphics behind The One Gathering altar, which included Fallon, crystals, feathers, and sacred tools. He is a self-taught musician and composer with an exceptional talent for reading and following energy, particularly when it comes to music. As a young musician he realized that he possessed a natural ability to sense what other musicians were going to do next, and that this talent enabled him to add a unique, exciting energy to the mix. Kent also found that he could pick up and play practically any instrument he was interested in, including piano, drums, guitar, and bass. Broadening his horizons, he soon became a certified recording engineer, and as a result also began to create music electronically. Digital music opened a whole new world of possibilities for Kent, and he began composing the dance, down-tempo, chill-out and cinematic music that he continues writing today. He established Soul Tracks, a service through which Kent calls on his innate musical intuition to compose custom tracks for individuals. The success of Soul Tracks has led Kent to discover entirely new avenues of expression for his many talents – in both his solo work and in collaboration with other artists. “Music adds so much depth and emotion to scenes and characters on the big and small screen. I hope that by writing music for people in the “real world” they experience a deeper more appreciative connection with themselves…I know that I do.”

The day ended with the much-anticipated energetic heart chakra attunement to connect mind into heart, allowing ego to serve the higher self. It was led by Jennifer Yost and Justice Bartlett, and echoed around the room with Reiki masters who joined the event.

This was an incredible event, and Fallon and I were honored to participate in it. It’s always wonderful when a group of dedicated, committed people come together to serve each other and the community, especially when it offers the visionary leadership and talent that people like Jennifer Yost, Justice Bartlett, Samantha Parrott, Thomas Brophy, and Kent Guzey offer. And it couldn’t have been done without the Reiki masters who joined in as the attunement team, to help the audience receive the full benefit of this unique energy intensive.

© 2013 Robyn M Fritz with copy courtesy of The One Gathering