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Seasons

The Minnesota state fair opened up on Thursday. This can mean only one thing … summer is coming to an end. Tonight the Game of Thrones finale will air and much of my summer tv watching will come to a close. With the sadness of the winter is coming departure is the notice of Pumpkin is coming.

With fall arrives the smell, the smell of leaves and fall fires, of warm food, the crunch of leaves under foot, new tv. Back to school for kids (school supplies!) Sweatshirts!!

Fall is my favorite season. I thought on it a while today trying to pinpoint why it is my favorite… and I guess… it is probably because it is the season of change.

The whole season is a drastic visual transformation. It exposes the raw and naked beauty of what the true form of nature holds. Leaves are stripped bare from the branches of trees. Forced to sustain and maintain their strength on what is within hidden deep inside. People retreat to things they remember from years past, warm comfort foods. They choose to slow down and take the time to fill their homes with things that feel warm.

The change underfoot from the soft grass to the crunch of dried leaves brings comfort, that grounded feeling. Bring part of bringing the earth back to itself. The earth begins reclaiming of part of itself and changes into its purest form to stand the test of wills during the long battle of winter.

Of course I am a huge fan of the foods of fall, pumpkin, squash, cranberries, apples. My body likes to eat with the seasons, so at the peak of summer I crave those fresh garden veggies… but I look forward to the fall foods all year. We are fortunate to live in a time when we have access to foods year round but eating seasonally available foods just taste better. I’m sorry no winter tomato is ever going to taste as good as a summer farmers market one. No grocery store apple will ever compare to the taste of one I get from the local orchard fresh from the tree.

Spring is my second favorite season, for similar reasons. The rebirth process is beautiful as things awaken and find new strengths, but I find the raw beauty of being exposed much more intense. Winter is the season of waiting. Like holding your breath, to see if you will have the strength to survive. Survive the pain, survive the cold, survive the long darkness. It represents the heart and determination… much like pain, without it growth can’t happen. It’s my third favorite time of year.

That leaves summer… my very least favorite time of year and I’m happy to see this coming to a close. It feels like the season that is the result of every other seasons hard work… and pain, and change. It is the time of year to “relax.” In life if you stop working for change you will lose the momentum you have made. You don’t get to just stop time. It keeps going. Plus it’s just too hot in the summer 😉

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Sunday Love List!

I haven’t shared any love lately for things that are bringing me joy, so let’s just do a quick rundown!

I am groot!

Baby Groot visiting my terrarium

Shine bright like a diamond

Before Photo from Glass Fusing projects at Goddess of Glass

Warning!! This Icecream is awesome I mean awful you should send it all to me so I can save you from it.

Finally a banana ice cream without walnuts!! #foodallergy

The bleach scares me!!

Beauty comes at a price!

Blue green and purple! Feeling sassy!

Thank You Yvonne!!

Brown paper packages – Guava cookie from Puerto Rico!

Quiet lunches on the roof

Obviously.

Clean sheet day with NEW sheets!!

New fizzy water flavors to try!

Please send all the things!! XXL!

The Disney Target sleepwear collection has me wishing I had a bigger wallet


So many choices of color… then glitter??!!

Always on point!!

Glam Nails from Nail Studio Ten!! ❤️💅🏻

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Deep thoughts from the Funeral

Any week in your life when you say goodbye to a friend is going to be difficult. I found myself asking the difficult question, “is this the tipping point in life, more funerals than weddings or baby showers. More sadness than celebration?”

Intellectually I know that is not the truth. Life keeps moving on, and there are always things to celebrate. I have been working diligently in the recent past to celebrate everything I can, and plan to continue that. I believe it is important. 

I am finding strength and support from new friends as I grow and change. I grow more distant from those who I once treasured so dearly.  

I have thought a lot recently about how growth is pain.  Much like fruit on the vine, that which does not grow is left to wither and die. Fruit that does grow, changes and is forced into a new shape, it enlarges, and is forced by the conditions around it, and the nutrition available to adapt, thrive, or whither and die.  Did you know they can make watermelons square, or pears shaped like Buddha? Adaptation to environment, and the result of need or desire for change. That pear or watermelon grew as it was forced, not all end up the same and that’s ok. 

It’s hard to think about loss because it makes us look sat ourselves. What is the legacy I want to leave behind? Would anyone come to my funeral? What would people say about me? As I sat in the pew at mass I did have the passing though that I did not care if anyone showed up at my funeral because those that matter show up when you are here. 

Funerals are not for the dead they are for the living… and while I am out living I want to be surrounded by the amazing and magical people that keep showing up.  This is why I invite people to be part of my life. Be present because you are a gift of spirit. 

You can raise someone up, or drag them down and it is your choice how to handle a situation. I will continue to raise others and myself up, saying yes and showing up when asked at every chance my body allows. We only get one shot in this life, find joy where we can, embrace it where it lives in whatever form it arrives in. 

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Rest now Rachel. 

Rachel,

It is time to buzz the tower. Rest well my friend. We will continue your fight. We will always be #rachelStrong
❤️ RACHEL SAPIENTE RICKERT ❤️
Age 43, on August 2, 2017, at her home in St Louis Park, MN, after a fiercely-fought, 3-year battle with triple negative breast cancer. 
Rachel was born April 10, 1974, in St Louis, MO, 7 minutes after her twin brother. Prior to the progression of her illness, she was the creative marketing manager for Sightpath Medical at its corporate headquarters in Bloomington.
Our Rachel was an excellent and devoted mother. She is survived by her cherished sons, Ethan Christopher and Elliott John Rickert. She loved them to the moon and back. She is also survived by their father and her caregiver, Brian Rickert, her parents, Rebecca Wallace of Pittsburgh, PA, and Dr Ronald Sapiente of Marquette, MI, her twin, Andrew Wallace Sapiente (Rebecca Weidman) of Watertown, MA, aunt Barbara Colaco (Dr Rudy) of Cranford, NJ, uncle John Sapiente (Pamela) of Naples, FL, great aunt Celia Demyan of Columbia, MD, great uncle Father Joseph Borodach of Bradenville, PA, and her dear cousins and in-laws. 
Rachel’s funeral Mass will be held at 11:00 on August 8 at Our Lady of Grace parish in Edina, MN. We are at a loss to properly thank the many many people who helped her and her boys in such supportive and generous ways, and who followed her posts on social media as she chronicled her illness. In particular, we would like to express our gratitude to Father Kevin Finnegan of Our Lady of Grace, and to the remarkable doctors and staff of the Mayo Clinic.
Donations in Rachel’s memory may be directed to the Rachel Sapiente Rickert Trust (on behalf of her sons’ educations), c/o Dr Ronald Sapiente, 233 N Lakeshore Blvd, Marquette, MI 49855, the St Louis Park High School Band c/o Director Steve Schmitz, or to Park Nicollet Methodist Hospice, c/o Park Nicollet Foundation, 6500 Excelsior Blvd, St Louis Park, MN 55426.
“Thy beauty, now, is all for the King’s delight: He is thy Lord, and worship belongs to Him.”

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Happy Birthday Harry Potter 

Happy Birthday Harry! I closed out my birthday month with you, with something to celebrate innocence and purity. 

It started with a hard decision…

What to do?

Decisions are really hard… you have to listen for the answers that speak to you. 

Omg your thigh?! Are you crazy??!!


Fat shame? Only for a moment. My legs are strong. I’ve overcome two broken hips, a lateral and medial meniscus tear a broken fibula, a broken talar dome, too many torn ligaments and tendons to count and still I rise. Yes I was worried about putting this on my thigh for a half second. Then my artist said she adored my placement and all of that fear sunk away. 

Boring


Waiting is the hardest part. My artist was awesome, she was from France, I was her 11th flash tattoo of the day to celebrate Harry’s Birthday. She was going strong and enjoying the day. She and I had nice banter, I relaxed into the buzz of the tattoo. It didn’t really hurt too much. 

Pure joy and love


This is my new tattoo. Yes it’s flash, yes I love it. It speaks to my heart about my life. A reminder of innocence and purity. Blended with placement on my thigh flirts a line of danger and sensuality along with acceptance. 

Happy Birthday to me. Expecto Unexpected.