Man's Best Friend Is Who?

Sweetgrass Writers Group rendezvoused for a retreat at my matriarchal stronghold on Drummond Island the weekend of Sharon's birthday in 2009. It was a short trip, full of long lovely memories. At a rest area on the way up, I saw this scene on the dog run. The look on the dog's face! I laughed out loud. I could see the conversation balloon over his head "hey, hold up here - I'M the good boy!"

Great Grandmother Mariah

This is my great-grandmother Mariah Matilda in the summer of 1969, just before she passed on at 93. A psychic told me years ago she is my spirit guide. At the time, I laughed. So that's why I wasn't getting messages - Great-Grandma only spoke Finnish. Now I know she doesn't need to speak to me to shepherd me through. She showed up in meditation last week. We (many women unknown) were sitting in an icy wilderness around a huge fire. The wind shifted; my meditation partner and I both coughed. I had a bearskin covering me, and the other women were appropriately bundled against the cold. My great-grandmother sat in a lawn chair, in her short-sleeved summer house dress, with her white socks and broken-down shoes, watching me, as she is in this pencil sketch. I felt loved and still do.