We spent yesterday cleaning out the attic storage and sifting through some of Woodsy’s memories. A few of the finds are his one and only advertisement for a Central Valley jewelry store, fishing trips with his dad, cuties Andre and Sienna and a caricature of Woodsy in a wine barrel #hunk#fatherandsons#dadslegacy#family#barreloffun 😍❤️🤣
Seems that these days I’m constantly reminded about my own capabilities & how am I able to tap into that power that is inside me somewhere...
3 days ago I was sitting in front of my doctor who was going to prescribe me antidepressants for the third time...
Again I’ve expressed my will to go through this with my personal effort
Overwhelmed with the many things happening in my life during the last year...the loss of my father, my ongoing hormonal treatment, many disappointments from people around me, “over” expecting from some, physical fatigue & exhaustion...
Today I decided to have another healing session which, through reading cards, revealed a few messages I needed to hear: ✨ “Love your body”
Because our bodies are our tools that help us accomplish what we need to accomplish & “I deserve to take care of myself” ✨”Please Yourself”
Because pleasing others doesn’t give us worth... we should not feel guilty if we people around us are not pleased “I determine my worth...not pleased people around me” ✨ “PLAY!”
Because we all need some fun...
“ I cherish the child in me” ✨ “Have some FUn”
This was my father’s message through the cards ... “ I love you papito & I miss you”
The reason I’m sharing this is because I want people to know that our emotional well-being should be taken care of as much as our physical pain.
We should attend to our emotions & search for the trigger that is causing them.
My @posetivity keeps feeding me with the strength I need to be back in track again & again.
16 years... the older I get, the fuller and clearer my view of Dad gets. Getting insight to the man he was, who at the age of 50 migrated from Brazil to California to begin his long awaited DREAM of intense seminary studies. I can’t imagine! With his wife and 4 kids (17, 15, 11, and 7), experiencing a new country, new job, new language, new academic challenges, new expectations, new pressures. But clinging to and believing the SAME GOD of yesterday, today and always. A DREAM fulfilled. Short lived. But forever a legacy. Of faith. Of God’s faithfulness. Miss you, Dad!❤️🙌 You remind me that it’s never too late to pursue those dreams... to find PURPOSE, and to TRUST in Him for the outcomes. #DadsLegacy#cancersucksbutgodisgood
Family...we're like the Golden Girls. Been through it all & stick together up until the very end.😃 Blessings even if we dont always see them or appreciate them. Dad always said "Oh how I love my girls, each one Unique in there own different way. But @ the end of the day you are my flesh & blood & your sisters & most of all family & when I'm dead & gone you will still have eachother!" 🦅
I never thought it would be so soon that those words would ring so true & boy how we all miss you!!😢 That being said go make an effort to call, stop by, or let someone know just what they mean to you. Because you never know. Time goes faster than you think. Dont blink! Love you girls & our FAMILY! 👩👩👧👧 #dadslegacy#daddysgirl#family#sisterhood#sisterlylove#goldengirls#lovemytribe#simplelife
For those of you that have known me for awhile know I lost my father just a month before my oldest daughter was born (his first grandchild). On the peak of the 12th anniversary of his death this August, the plant that I’ve had for many years finally bloomed! My brothers and I all have the same plant and their have had blooms before. I’m thrilled that mine too has finally bloomed. Very much similar to my own life...a late bloomer finding my passion in life & having alignment in my soul & purpose transforming the lives of others. #itsnevertoolate#latebloomer#nofilter#dadslegacy#followyourheart
“Every time I lay aside my desire to minister to another, I am living out the results of Christ’s death on the cross.” —Bob Bixby, my dad
Just found this on a scrap piece of paper in an old NT going through a drawer of things at my mom’s. Dad’s handwriting. #mydaddymemories#dadslegacy
Donated to the Cancer Council today, $700!! For any of my new followers that may not know the reason why I donate ALL profit to @cancercouncil In January 2015 my mum was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer & then in August 2015 my dad was diagnosed with leukaemia and passed in March 2016. I started sewing as a therapy, a way to process my grief and within that grief I started making unique handmade items to raise money for Cancer Council. It was my way I felt I could help in a situation I couldn't change, in total I have now individually raised $14,200 from my items. I would not have been able to do that without the incredible support that so many of you ladies have shown and continued to show over the past few years. I've been back at work full time for sometime now so sewing has been slow but I've been able to do more natural dyeing which has been a great time to be able to reflect and relax. I am a daughter, a wife, a mum of two small girls who works full time and loves to create in my spare time to raise money for cancer Council in the hope that one day Cancer no longer exists. Thank you so much for helping me support others. Fashion for a cause. ✨
Some thoughts after helping my 9 year old make a PowerPoint last night for his “How To” project due today. ———————————————————————— 1.) I never realized the hilarity and insanity that ensues when I attempt to do something technical I haven’t done in awhile until my son pointed it out (and laughed at me). Some of my behaviors include talking to myself, yelling at the computer, asking the computer questions and answering them sarcastically in strange voices, uttering cuss words under my breath but quickly changing them (aka Shiitake mushrooms and fudge brownies), and triumphantly cheering and happy dancing because I actually figured it out! 🍄 ———————————————————————- 2.) My brainiac son chose to teach his class how to play chess. For real? I’m pretty sure the best I could do at age 9 was how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (and I’d probably still garble that up)!! 🤓 —————————————————————— 3.) Why did his teacher assign this project for the second to last week of school? Seriously. I stopped reading school emails weeks ago. At this point I don’t even care if he loses points for sloppiness or lengthiness or tardiness (hence we were working on it the night before it was due). Just think how much better this project would have been if it had been assigned at the beginning of the trimester! 📓 ———————————————————————- 4.) I can’t wait to see how we did! 💯 ———————————————————————- 5.) I still have no clue how to play chess!🤷♀️ ——————————————————————— P.S. Those chess pieces in the box belonged to my dad who taught my son how to play chess when he was in kindergarten. ❤️💔