Art and the philosophy of life

Monet’s Garden…

Giverny, France

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  1. Thank you so much for this – I’ve been having a bit of a rough time, and this is a gift for the eyes.

    My service dog has had it worse, though – I puked on her twice in one morning, and she got TWO baths. She’s a Red Heeler, and for her a bath is just WRONG…not to mention TWO of them. She was mad as a hornet, and is staying a few feet away from me…just in case.

    Being fatally ill CAN be funny. It’s all about being open to the moment.

    • I’m happy you still have your sense of humor:) Poor dog. I’m sorry you feel so yukky (outrageous over simplification for sure). I’m still sending positive energy and hope that there are bright spots in your day, my friend. Thinking about you and sending hugs your way. I’m so happy Monet’s Garden made you happy. ❤

      • And i thank you! The hugs are most welcome. It can be a lonely business. I wrote a bit about that aspect in my latest blog post; if you wouldn’t mind visiting and giving some feedback, I’d be most grateful. (I’m writing a series that will become a book, to help caregivers survive, and understand the process when a spouse is terminally ill.)

        Here’s the address –

      • I should have cut and pasted all my responses and put them right here. I have been writing to you for over 2 hours (on your blog) and nothing will go through. The first message disappeared and the second had too many “characters.” I cut it down but then it still wouldn’t take my message so I am out of time and don’t know how to write to you in your space. It puts me into Google with my granddaughters site. I have tried everything but nothing works. I will try again later. ❤

      • Blogger can be weird that way. I’ve thought about switching, but so many people know where to find me now…it’s hard.

        I really appreciate your efforts to post; I feel the support, and the love. Apropos that, I have two mottos

        The first is “Hirihokenten”, which translates to “death is nothing, honour is everything”. It’s a Chinese saying that was adopted by Kusunoki Masashige; since I’m Mongolian, I feel comfortable in claiming it too.

        The second is, “Hope floats, but love soars.”

        I was about to say that it’s a heck of a thing for a paramilitary operator to say; but really, it’s why I went into the profession. I wanted to be the guy who broke down the door, when all hope seemed lost, and brought the lost out to life again.

        And I was. I loved, and love, with a full heart. Now as the final deployment is ending…it was worth it. I’d do it all again.

      • Hi Andrew: Sorry the other messages were never able to get to you but at least I can write you in this space. I think it’s wonderful that you’re writing your book. I hope that others read it and learn from your experience/point of view. It’s a difficult, seemingly impossible situation for the person dying and for the loved one having to watch the person they love go through what they are going through. Our son died of leukemia (leaving his 5 year old son) and there’s a helplessness that you can only experience by watching that happen. In today’s world we kind of expect everything to be fixable, curable and it’s shocking when that doesn’t happen. My husband died of the same thing 4 years ago and for me, since everyone experiences things in their own unique way, I’m just coming out of the fog. No one is ever the same after experiencing the death of someone they love. It changes you. Forever. I think, my opinion, of course, that life is a game and we are just playing on a 3 dimensional board. There’s only one way to get off the board and move on to another game. When someone is finished playing they just pick up their playing piece and move on. That’s the way I look at it. I think that in order to play this game we have to forget who and what we are. I believe that babies can’t speak because they remember where they came from and know what’s going on. By the time they can talk they have all but forgotten. At the end, many people stop talking because I think they again know what’s coming, they can see home or the next place they’ll be and they aren’t allowed to tell us. I’ve seen proof of that so many times. We look out at our lives through our eyes and senses, like riding in a car that gets us from one place to another, our bodies get our consciousness, spirit, energy from one place to another as well. Our bodies are our cars. Cars and bodies can fall apart but energy cannot be destroyed and we ARE energy. Our thoughts, ideas, spirit are not physical, they cannot be touched or destroyed ever. After Larry (husband) died I wrote CONVERSATIONS WITH DEATH. I was so furious that I felt that I was a living flame. LOL I wrote the book and it turned out to be a romantic comedy and I was laughing and answering my own questions by asking really hard things. I bitched my way through the book and wrote a second one, the third one, the now the last in the trilogy, is almost finished. Writing truly helps and when you write from the place you’re coming from your words will ring true and reach people in ways that the so called “experts” never will. You have honor, love and you have helped save dogs from a terrible fate. You have given everything you could and lived your life in your own way and no one can do better than that. Your wife is doing and will do the best she can for who she is, it’s that way for all of us, I think. We use the skills we have. Books like yours will reach the people who can hear and understand you and that’s what’s important. And Andrew, you’re still breaking down the door and bring the lost to life again. It’s just who you are. ❤

      • You have an awesome spirit, and an awesome character – those tragedies…I am so sorry you had to endure them. You bring joy and hope to so many people through Rethinking Life.

        Of course, the chicklets DO help, that’s a given! I love them.They are a happy place for me.

        I like your way of looking at life, and what lies beyond. I have practiced Zen for a long time, and I think I have sometimes caught glimpses of this, during meditation.

        Some people think that Zen is antithetical to Christian belief; nothing can be further from the truth, but I gave up trying to argue that one a long time ago. I read my Suzuki, and am content.

        OK, to – I hope – bring a smile, two Buddhist riddles.

        First…what did the Zen monk have for dessert?

        An ice cream koan.

        Second, how many Buddhas does it take to change a lightbulb?

        None. They’re already enlightened.

      • Hahahahahahahahah those are SO funny:) I’m definitely going to pass them on, believe me. Love the ice cream koan. LOL When our son was dying we had a healer my daughter knew and worked with at the hospital, come to see him. On the way she said, “Do you know anyone named Michael?” I said, “Only our neighbor.” She shook her head and said, “No.” Then she asked me if my father was dead and I told her that he was. She smiled. When we finally got into Keith’s room (they had been working on him, he was in a coma), she said,”Oh,” and pointed, “THAT Michael!” She told us Michael the Angel was standing in the corner and she could believe that we couldn’t see him. “He’s so tall and big, how can you miss him,” she asked, pointing at him. Then she said that my father was there, standing next to him and that everyone was waiting for him and there was a big welcoming party ready to start. We knew then he was going to die. She did some hands on healing and we waited for her to finish. She said that everyone was so happy for him and couldn’t wait until he crossed over. Well, we weren’t but apparently those on a different plane were. I’ve seen people reach out to grab the hand of their dead parent, smiling as they did so. My mom sat up, after being unconscious, or in a coma for a day or two, and said, “Tell Josie not to go on vacation because I’m going to die tonight.” I asked her how she knew and she smiled at me and said, “I just know.” She was so happy. She never woke up or spoke again. I called my aunt and she cancelled her plans and my mom died that night. My dad was having a conversation with someone sitting on his windowsill (in the hospital) and he thought I was teasing him when I said there was no one there that I could see. He described him in great detail and was having a great time talking to him. He never did anything like that before in his life. Then, when he could no longer speak, weeks later, he was tracking something going back and forth on the ceiling. I kept guessing at what he was seeing and he kept shaking his head. When I said birds, he smiled and his whole face lit up as he shook his head yes. He was seeing something so beautiful that he couldn’t stop looking at it. When I knew that I was going to drown in Lake Michigan, I just let go of everything. I wasn’t afraid at all. I just knew I was exhausted and the undertow kept pulling me out farther and farther. Suddenly everything around me was completely different. I heard EVERYTHING, the birds wings, the gulls crying and flapping, the sunlight was so bright and the water smelled different and felt different…all of my senses were magnified so that nothing existed but the water, the air and the sun and birds. I stopped thinking about getting to the shore, everything was so perfect and beautiful. I truly couldn’t think of anything but how fantastic everything around me was. I still remember that and as I’m typing this I feel it still. And then, something like a gigantic hand push me onto my stomach and literally carried me through the lake and threw me onto the sand where I lay, exhausted. When my friends walked over to me and I was able to look up everything was normal again…farther away, grayer, not intense and ALIVE but dull and less somehow. I’ve been saved like that a number of times. Weird things happen, that’s for sure. But after that I knew that the second I stopped trying to swim and thought, okay I’m okay with what’s happening, the world around me expanded and put on a show. LOL You can’t forget something like that:) I don’t know what carried me, but something did. I was out so far I could barely see the shore. Lake Michigan is a killer lake, undertows and lots of dangerous things. I didn’t even know I was being pulled out until I looked up. No one knew I was gone. But I wasn’t afraid, in fact I have never been so peaceful in my life and I still can’t believe that what we see is such a tiny part of what things are truly like. No one knows what happens after death. No one. But the thing is, we get glimpses every once in a while and I’ve had a peek or two and I’ve see what others have felt as well and I think it’s something beautiful. All of the times I could have died in water and believe me, there were many times…something otherworldly saved me. I was always alone and I was never afraid. I was always so peaceful and never even thought about anything else except peace. Peace enveloped me completely. I dove off the front of a moving speedboat, don’t say anything, I know how stupid it was but I was a teen ager and, well, anyway, I landed in a bed of LONG seaweed which immediately wound around me completely. It was around my arms, legs and torso. I had a moment of panic and then the loudest voice I ever heard in my life screamed inside my head. DON’T MOVE. DO NOT MOVE. So I didn’t and the seaweed unwound and I carefully made my way to shore. If I would have fought I would have died. Something saved me again. Once, when I was waterskiing, I let go of the tow rope, to come into shore the tow rope tangled around my ankle and pulled me under. The spotter wasn’t watching because she thought I was finished. The boat went around the whole lake pulling me under water. When they went in I came up and got untangled. There is no possible way in the world I should have held my breath that long and I wasn’t even winded. Completely impossible. I had a sprained ankle and couldn’t get my shoe on but we just kept having a great time and that was that. There are more things that happened to me just like that. We aren’t playing this game alone Andrew. Believe me on that count. Something is taking care of us, or I never would have made it out of my teens. But no matter what was happening, I was never afraid. I wasn’t even afraid afterward. 🙂 So after ALL the many times weird things happened to me I realized that whatever is going to happen is going to happen and we are not in charge. My friend’s brother fell off his boat, in Lake Michigan, with a bunch of people standing around watching and they never found his body, even though people saw him fall. I was alone and something saved me. He was finished with what he came here to do and apparently I wasn’t. The thing is, dying is the only way to move forward. It’s the only way to move on. It’s the only way to get off the game board. My husband and I would have gladly changed places with our son but we couldn’t. There’s nothing we can do to “save” those we love when their time comes, no matter their age. All we can do is love them and wish them well in their new lives. I’ve done regressive hypnosis on my daughter (and others) for years and believe me, there is definitely an “other” side. Sometimes at the end of a regression, I’ll ask if anyone has anything to say from the other side and someone (dogs too!!!!) will come forward and speak or bark. 🙂 Our guides are there and while (frustratingly beyond belief) they will GUIDE and take us places but they won’t always give us direct answers but instead make us find them ourselves. Oh, and I’ve talked to dogs on the other side and they have helped their owners with their grief and with their new dogs. I just helped my friend with her beautiful sheltie. Her sheltie who lives on the other side and is waiting for her, helped too with the new dog too. The new sheltie is so much better now (I just got a letter from my friend). The dog told me what was wrong and I told my friend and then I told her last dog to go to her and help her adjust. There’s a lot of stuff going on around us, if people would just stop being afraid and disbelieving. It’s normal for me to talk to dogs, dead or alive. But I only do it when someone asks for help. My friend’s last dog was fabulous and when he first crossed he showed me all the dogs he had been in different lives. He was a really big dog a lot of times, compared to his small sheltie size this time around:) He stays a sheltie where he is and comes as soon as I call him, if my friend has any questions. Well, Andrew, this is my life and I’m just telling you what I know to be true for me. I never think anything is weird I just look at what is and say, “Hey, that’s cool, I can work with that.” The beauty never ends, it just gets better.

  2. thanks for sharing Giverny and Monet really were connected

    • His garden was all that mattered later in his life. His gardeners were his pall bearers. His garden was his life and he dug in the dirt and was part of it. I’m happy you liked it.

  3. Beautiful composition!

  4. Heartafire said:

    I love this, it is beautiful beyond words and a feast for the eyes.

  5. a really awesome garden!….would love to visit it one day. All Monets later work was around his garden. And he lived a long life to enjoy it and paint it.

  6. Just think how many, many years this scene has been present.

    • That’s so true and they have gardeners (experts) working on it constantly. They just rebuilt the bridge. It’s a huge undertaking, that’s for sure.

  7. So beautiful. Love this

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