Archive for November, 2008

An interesting thing happened on the way to the rest of my life

November 11, 2008

For those who really know me, I’m a paper, plastic and styrofoam kind of girl. Meaning that at my house, on an ordinary day, when I’m not “putting on the dog” for company by pulling out the fine china, you’ll be eating on paper plates and eating with plastic silverware. Please forgive me; the environment has taken a back row seat to convenience in my life. However, I’m beginning to get some pretty profound messages.


Let me tell you what happened at my Duluth book signing the last week of October. As I was walking into the store, and WOW what a beautiful and BUSY store, I touched a bag that I believe has changed the course of my life. A BAG!!! That just goes to prove that the smallest thing can make a big impact. Anyway, back to the bag.


I’m an art lover, first and foremost, and it was a really great looking shopping bag. I had to touch it. Then I had just a fleeting thought, “If I had a bag like this one, maybe I would take it to the store with me and have my groceries packed in it instead of using plastic bags.”


That moment was over and I was on to my table to sign books. At the end of my time there, Heidi came toward my table to thank me. And what do you suppose was in her arms? It was that beautiful bag with a gift in it for me. Well, I couldn’t miss the message. I could almost hear the quiet voice nudging me ever so gently, ‘Dina, you said that if you had a bag like this one….’


So, to all my ‘green’ friends out there who have prayed that I would see the light, a spark has been lit. It is a small spark, granted. I still use disposable dishes, but I’m taking my bag to the store with me now.

Back from Duluth, MN

November 4, 2008

I got back from Duluth exactly a week ago. What a wonderful trip. First, the drive up and back was beautiful. While the trees here had not turned yet, most of the leaves had already fallen in Minnesota. And that was fine with me because I am in love with birch and aspen trees. Oh yes, their leaves are nice too, but I just love their trunks and branches.


I have always liked birch trees, but I remember exactly the year I fell in love with aspens. Kathy Campbell and I were on a trip to Colorado in May or June. It was still like spring at that time. That spring green, almost glow-in-the-dark green, was covering the mountainsides as the grass was about 6” deep and looked like a most inviting carpet. Up from that carpet of life rose the contrasting bright white trunks of hundreds of aspen trees. It was breathtaking. They looked like a multitude of angels spreading their branches and wings to the sky in celebration of spring.