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Sunday, February 26, 2012

Mother I Feel You

Mother I Feel You

from Wingsong by Dianne Martin

Mother, I feel you under my feet
Mother, I hear your heartbeat

Mother, I feel you under my feet
Mother, I hear your heartbeat

Heya heya heya heya heya hey yo
Heya heya heya heya hey yo-oh

Heya heya heya heya heya hey yo
Heya heya heya heya hey yo-oh

The Drum

The Drum
The drum maker makes ready, the sage is burned
The silent prayers are offered
The hide of the four-legged who’s heart beat had stopped is ready
Soaked with the water of life anew
The tree, aged & wise, blown over by the winds of time is at peace with its journey
Tis found, the wood
The wood carver dreams, cares for & cures the rings of life
Together the spirits of animal, tree & man shall be bonded
The first rhythm of this creation is a soft heartbeat
Sending forth vibrations of love thru the silence of time
The gratitude, joy & harmony will live forever
Tis the Drum

deerheart

Saturday, February 11, 2012

The Elusive Smell of Snow


The Elusive Smell of an Approaching Snow Fall
When I was just a small child I can remember my grandma Merna lifting me up on her ample lap . As we sat on her rocker and watched out the kitchen window for the approaching snow fall. She would whisper in my tiny ear."Becky dear it is going to snow today can you smell it in the air?"
When I grew up and had children of my own I would tell them about the crisp , clean smell of snow.
My children always asked me what it smelled like, and I would explain that it smelled ,clean , fresh, cold and beautiful. It smelled like a blanket of crisp white peace that was spread across the land, or a clean white linen table cloth that just came off the line.
As I stood outside today, Just like grandma taught me many years ago I could smell the snow as it fell softly to the ground, and on the way down it kissed my cheeks.
 I felt the peace, but I also felt the loneliness without my grandma there to share the moment.
I blew some snowflakes to heaven just for her to kiss her cheek. I miss you grandma.
I think that only you and I could really smell the snow.
by: Becky DiNolfi ©

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Potbellied Pigs Live Here


POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
If you don't want to be greeted with
snooty kisses and wagging tails,
Don't come inside, because
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
If you don't like the sound of snuffling, snouts
Don't come inside, because
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
If you don't want to rub a piggies waiting belly,
Don't come inside, because,
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
If you think home should be neat and tidy,
Don't come inside, because
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
If the sight of blankie piles offend you,
Don't come inside, because
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE
But if you don't mind all this and you bring a few treats!!...
You will be instantly loved when you do come inside,
because
POTBELLIED PIGS LIVE HERE

Thank You Creator




Thank You Creator
by:Rebecca DiNolfi ©

As I look out my window, through all the trees,
I see nothing ,but beauty looking at me.
I thank my Creator who moved me far from my home ,
Who placed me in Heaven ,and left me alone .
As I sit at my computer, and write this to you

I thank my Creator for bringing me through.:
Through Heart ache ,and hate
Through grown children, controlling my fate.
Through all the tough things he put on my plate
Through a husband who left because something was missing
Through finding myself all alone reminiscing
Through a need to be loved for just being a wife.
Through sicknesses, that should have taken my life
Through losses that can’t be counted by numbers
Through days that you just need to stay under your covers

I thank my Creator for opening my eyes:
To see all the beauty, and reach for the skies.
To teach other people what love is about
To get Piggy kisses from a muddy snout
To help other people all over the globe,
To be able to keep their pigs in their homes.
To Reiki, and drumming
To friends that abound, all over this world who’s friendships I’ve found
To food in my tummy and a roof over my head I thank my Creator for saving my bed
To talents ,and gifts that have just come my way.
To things that I‘ve learned, and share every day
To Reggie and Pepper my Potbellied Pigs, who tough me to love unconditionally.

To patients , acceptance, and why I am here.
To the needs of others all who I now hold so dear.
To just being me, that it ‘s really OK

So Here’s my intention for this brand New Year
To Pass love to everyone and bring them good cheer.
To raise my vibration
To show them the light
To love unconditionally and make everything bright.
To follow my dreams and believe in Creation
To pass love on to save a great Nation
As I send this to you on this mournful day ,

I'm asking you please count your blessings and pray
For a much better year to come our way.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

HO'OPONOPONO HEALING



Sunday, November 6, 2011

Pepper's Good Bye


A special Goodbye to our very first pigs


I just had to say goodbye to Pepper another one of my very first pigs. Our First pigs were the ones that blazed the path for the others to follow . They set the standard for all other Potbellied pigs everywhere. They taught us well they even taught the Vets about the care of a very special species of animal, "The glorified Potbellied Pig."

Pepper was one of our kids on the block so to speak. Just like Quinton Riley ,Amos , Reggie , Pepper,Thelma, Sporty, Lulabelle , and Cornie, unfortunately I could go on and on ,but you know what I mean. They were the kids that went to school together and the ones that competed in piggy sports together. They even were in piggy camp together and at special social events, they did therapy together and Fairs .

They were the ones that taught us how to be good pig Moms and Dads. They were the last ones we tucked in at night and patted their heads and kissed their snooties. They were the first ones that demanded their breakfast in the morning as we were just opening our eyes.

They were the ones that made us who we are today. They taught us to laugh out loud and cry when they hurt.

They challenged us to reach for the sky. They taught us how to be proud to have a pig in the house and not be afraid to shout it from the roof tops. They inspired us to help save other less fortunate Potbellied pigs and get them new special homes like the ones we tried to make for our kids.

My Reggie girl and Pepper inspired me to become the leading zoning consultant in the US., because I didn't want anyone coming into my home and telling me to get rid of my pigs just because some old law says" No swine allowed".

They also made us love them no matter how big they grew. There were no such thing as a so called ,"Tea Cup Pig " back then. They were our babies no matter what.

They had their times, but all in all they gave everything to us we could ever hope to find . They gave us undying love and respect, acceptance, comfort, and courage to be who we are and not fear what someone would think about having a pig as a pet.

I personally found that by taking my first pigs out in public all the time, not only was I not rejected by people because of society's expectations, but my Reggie ,Pepper and I were welcomed everywhere with respect and awe for who we as a team had become and what we represented. All of us Pioneer Potbellied pig caregivers were a part of that process and I am so glad that we were and still are.

Our first pigs took us places and gave us friends we would never have met had it not been for them. We love them all so much. Who would have ever thought that here we would be in our later years still embracing what was a extreme turning point in all our lives? Our first Pigs were and still are today that amazing force that drives us on to better things and deeper a love of nature and respect  for all anima

We learned together to be tolerant and loving, to be patient and not so fussy about things. They taught how to live in the now. Something that people pay a lot to learn today from some glorified Guru. Just think how blessed we are to be a part of that and how wonderful it is to be able to guide new parents of their first potbellied pig in the care and expectations of a joyous life together.

I would have never traded my life for anyone's in the hay day of our first pigs. Those were the days my friends unfortunately they had to end , but they still live as motion pictures in our minds and emotions that we will always carry in our hearts for each and every one of our special first pigs who grew up together just like kids in the Hood.

Rest in Peace our piggy kids as we keep your memories in our minds and the love in our hearts for all of you that had to leave us. We will always be sad but you all gave us memories that we will never forget and friends to match.

When they left us they took a piece of our hearts along so they can stay connected and we will see them again someday but until that time we are here still doing what they taught us to do very well. Love and care for all animals because they are special and they need us.

By Becky DiNolfi ©


Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Outrageous Older Woman


An Outrageous Older Women
I am an outrageous older woman who has arrived at that place in my life where the only thing that counts is who you love and who loves you . My first pig Reggie was the little black bundle of porcine joy who saved my life. Having had 3 heart attacks within the span of 1 1/2 years I was living in fear . Reggie took that fear away and healed me. She took me on the journey of my life. She gave me inspiration, patients, laughter, and eternal friends . She taught me how to live in the moment, how to smell the flowers, every one, how it's not important how you look, but what's in your heart that counts. She made me an activist , writer , AA therapy partner, Reggie gave me the life I would never have dreamed , but most of all she gave me LOVE and devotion. Reggie has passed into spirit now but her inspiration lives on as I help save homes for the next generation of potbellied pigs. She left her mark on everyone's heart that she met, doing her job as a Therapy pet partner for over 14 years . I dedicate this blog to her and all the other potbellied pigs who made a difference in someone's life. They have Left Hoof Prints on the Hearts of those who chose to love a pig.
By Rebecca DiNolfi