Sunday, December 2, 2012

Barnes & Noble Book Gig: Monday, December 10th

Weird how things come full circle.

I taught in Henrico County Schools for many years here in Richmond, Virginia and just recently I saw where one of the local high schools was looking for local authors to do a Barnes and Noble Book signing to help raise money for their choir and band (and library, I think). Bam. I contacted the librarian at Douglas Freeman High School and she has put me in with the book klatch that evening.

So, mark your calendars for Monday, December 10th from 6-8 p.m. at the Libbie Barnes and Noble at the shops at Libbie Place. I will be there signing my latest book, The Mystic Market, and also the book the librarian will place in their school library, Piper's Someday.

I am elated to be back at this venue. Even weirder was when the librarian (who will remain anonymous) told me they could not pay me for this public appearance. Pay me to sign books and chinwag with the holiday revelers? Wow! I'm just glad I got invited to join in.

About five miles from this high school, I taught at J.R. Tucker High School for seven years and then at G.H. Moody Middle School for three years. During those days I will be honest with you, I was dreaming of that book signing at Barnes and Noble. I was dreaming of getting a book published someday.

On Monday, December 10th, I will partake in my fourth Barnes and Noble book signing. This note here tells me that through persistence, determination, hard-work and a lot of dreaming that, while my bank account may not have the seven digits (yet) my soul is rich with altruism and wonder.

'Tis the Season!

Hope to see you there.

Here's a pic of my Vera's Still Point signing...

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Georgia Beers, Bett Norris, and Wayne Dyer

It's for YOUR for canine cancer; help for mental illness

Here's how the story begins: (start here if you are new)
Hasidic Saying: (from Wayne Dyer's Book - The Power of Intention)

"When you walk across the fields with your mind pure and holy,
then from all the stones, and all the growing things, and all animals,
the sparks of their soul come out and cling to you, and then
they are purified and become holy fire in you."

Recently, I have had some pretty profound experiences. You ever get the chills? You know, the chills that come out of nowhere and sweep across your body and the temperature could be hundred degrees outside.

I call it angel sweeping. Angels sweeping over you to make a contact - a connection to let you know they are with you and to pay attention to the spiritual being that you are having the human experience.

A few days ago, my friend Georgia Beers lost her grandmother and she blogged so lovingly about it. I rarely have moments these days to read blogs but I happened upon hers and read it and felt such love for her and her journey. Georgia is a gifted writer and friend and I think she's got it all in the "human package" department - plus as many of us all know, Georgia is gorgeous - inside and out.  I immediately sent her a prayer and I know her grandmother is now running some serious interference for her and her books. Go, Georgia, Go! We all love you and your books. It gave me a chill...sweet, sweet chills....

On a funny note, Bett Norris and I have been trying to trade blogs for about, oh, I don't know, three or four months now. We can't seem to find the time to get our thoughts to the table so I am just going to say to you all that Bett Norris is one of the most hysterical people I know. Funny, exuberant, and she tells a mean story, too. I love her as a person and as a writer and if you get a chance, check her books will not be disappointed. I read Miss McGhee and loved it. As I read over this, I frankly have not gotten a chill, but am sure the next time I see Bett, the funny angels will rise and we will all be there to experience it. Remember the panel at GCLS last year. I still crack up when I think about that.

Now, to Wayne Dyer...if you have not read this guy - do. He is the karmic divine inspiration for our time and, ironically, I read his blog yesterday and saw that his mother passed in July. Chills. Uh-huh. So, while I don't know him on a personal level, I do on a spiritual one. I sent a prayer his way and know that what he states about death is true. He imagines it to leaving one room and going into the next...dying is like discarding our bodies like an old shoe. We move on, transformed to the next level, perhaps to come back to earth school or to venture to the spirit realm or to a  heavenly realm to continue our soul's journey there.

I'm not quite sure. But, if you sit still in a quiet place in nature for 10 or 15 minutes, something might awaken in you to see that there is a mystery and it will unveil itself. For all of day.

Leaving now, getting the chills.

I love you, Georgia....I love you, Bett...I love you, Wayne Dyer.

I love you, the reader.

Ruth (and the spirit of River and many others)

p.s. I still see Piper's Someday as a movie....don't you?

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

River: June 1, 2002 - March 26th, 2012

It's for YOUR for canine cancer; help for mental illness

Here's how the story begins: (start here if you are new)

Just a week after my last post, River gave me the high sign. Time to go to the Rainbow Bridge. I am sure all of you have had that moment when you just knew. So, on the first day of my new job at a big bank, I had to muster through training with the knowledge I would have to come home and then, of course, take her home.

I have been devastated. But, what saved me was that I'd started meditating weeks earlier and have much to tell you, the reader, about how I received very interesting spiritual messages and gifts that led me to being okay with River's passing. I am journaling each day about these meditations and want to share with you what they have done for me.

First things first. We are still on the movie mission. It is for all dogs everywhere and their owners; a story of survival and championing over great odds. River is the living testimony to that and now as a "spirit" dog; a spiritual testimony. She is still here in her invisible divine self telling me to keep going, keep telling everyone's story who has overcome great odds to be where they are.

It is a miracle to know that even though I miss her on the physical plane, I still feel her all around me. She is still my sweet guide dog.

I will write more of this. I will share the incredible meditations and I am also inviting some of my writer friends to share their stories here, too. You will see these soon. Notably, Barrett and Bett Norris, both coming in the following days and weeks.

River was a teacher for me - as is your dog or cat is a teacher to you. She taught me patience, loyalty, forgiveness, fun, silliness, and how to be a better human being in the face of crises.

She will live in my heart forever, just like all the dogs in my life live. Nothing - not even God will ever take that away.

Cheers to our animals.

All my love,

Ruth (and River)

Monday, March 19, 2012

Wayne Dyer, Miracles, and Mental Illness

It's for YOUR for canine cancer; help for mental illness

Here's how the story begins: (start here if you are new)

For about twenty years or so, I have been gobbling up self help books. Ekhart Tolle, Tony Robbins, Jean Bolen, Wayne Dyer, to name a few of the authors. Just the other day I bought an old Wayne Dyer book called Real Magic. I love it. He such a great guy...out there in Maui writing his books and espousing his philosophies on Lao Tsu (Tao), Jesus, and guys like William Blake. He's always spoken to me and this time, he's making me understand and believe that miracles do happen.

They are very real and very everyday. You just have to go inside and meditate on them. On four or five pages of this book, he talks about how to meditate. I have always struggled with meditation. The fleeting thoughts that won't go away - the laundry gone undone, the cat walking on my lap as I try to sit in a meditative pose, what to eat, how much money is in my bank account, why did my mom say that, I'm hungry again?

Today, River got up three times during my morning meditation. I had finally gotten to that zen moment where you are supposed to get and the cat had managed to push River off her bed because Gabriel (the cat) loves to sleep on the overstated mattress that makes him look like a black furry pea in the middle. Just when I'd gotten to the white room where the magic was supposed to unfold, this occurred. I shooed him off, got River back on and told her to give me a few minutes with the Divine presence of the universal oversoul I was trying to tap into to get some questions answered. The movie, the money, the books...why am I here and what is my purpose? You know, the grand easy ones that come up all the time. You know the drill.

I guess I was expecting something else. But what I got was so overwhelming that I've decided to go out on a limb and describe it here.

Recently, my friend Patrice passed away from pancreatic cancer. Her son suffers from either bipolar or schizophrenia - I'm not sure which. He is residing in a homeless shelter as a last resort because he refuses to take medicine and get treatment. His family has tried everything...believe me, everything. So, he's lost his mom and seems relegated to spend his existence at this shelter.

Unfurls Patrice in my meditation. At first, it sort of scared me...then, I was just so glad to have a vibrant image of her that I began to weep. She held my hand and kept trying to turn on some cosmic light. Then as the meditation ensued I was given insight on what it was.

She's gone to the spirit world and is showing me that there is enough financial resources to do all that it is that I want to do as long as it is (as Wayne Dyer puts it) to serve others. The money will come first; the mission second. She was so worried about him before she died but now it is part and parcel of my mission, per se. This is what she was showing me...WOW!!!

I have bipolar disorder and have had two trips to the hospital in the course of twelve years. I understand. I also understand that the meditation brings what it is her son needs - medicine and help. He told me at her funeral through tears, "She'll never see my children." I hugged him and thought, well, maybe not from our physical plane; but this was not what he needed to hear. I felt then and feel now that some may have lost their hope for has been going on for over five years. His resistance is painful.

So, while River snores away on the big mattress in the living room. I'm googling Glenn Close and her sister's site: and also I was looking to see if there was a therapy dog link...I did not see one. But I know that there is something out there that perhaps caters to people with mental illness via the therapy dogs.

You know...I'm always trying to make a connection. Can't wait to see what another chapter of Wayne Dyer unfolds and what tomorrow's meditation might bring.

Let's make a movie, you guys. Let's help people with mental illness. Can't we do both...I mean, really, what else are we going to do?


River and Ruth

Here's a pic of River yesterday at the park. Happy dog!!!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Oscar Buzz - Janet McTeer - River wants her!

It's all for OUR dogs...finding a film maker who can do it!

Here's how the story begins: (start here if you are new)

It's Oscar weekend and while River is passed out in the next room and the wind is ripping up the branches out back here on the east coast, I'm excited.

I love the movies.

This year my vote is on Janet McTeer for best supporting actress in the movie, Albert Nobbs. She plays opposite Glenn Close as the "other" woman pretending to be a man to survive that beautiful yet volatile era. And, McTeer nails it. She plays the role so deftly in the beginning (and with the help of makeup) that you truly don't realize at all that she's a woman until she, in a kismet-like turn of events, has to reveal her breasts to Albert (Close) in order to cement their pact in "hiding" to survive the brutal misogynistic society of the nineteenth-century day. McTeer steals the movie with the nuances of her energy and the way she holds the space in each scene allowing the viewer to feel exactly what it is she is feeling. A kind of acting that comes out of a deep empathy or sympathy for creating a character one becomes. McTeer becomes Mr. Page, the painter and if you haven't ventured out to see this one. Go do it. Get off the computer go to the movies and watch the enormous, inviting, intoxicating verve that this McTeer owns and exudes. You'll fumble all over yourself as you leave the movie feeling her balm for hours - and, for this writer, days. We're pawing it out for you, McTeer. I suddenly feel like we are playing on the same softball team.

River must have felt me whacking away at the keyboard. She just popped up and came in here.

River holds the space for me. She keeps me sane.

While I watch the Oscars tomorrow, I will keep the dream alive and hope that one day we can make it to the big screen. River will likely be at the Rainbow Bridge when that occurs, but her spirit will soar. Her companion dog, Scout, died six years ago from canine cancer. She's wagging her tail in the hopes, too, that our movie can come to fruition.

It took Glenn Close over twenty years to get her dream to the big screen. Albert Nobbs was worth the wait - so was McTeer.

So is River and Piper's Someday.

All our love today to you movie goers!!!

Ruth and River

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Patrice McInnis: Valentine's Tribute

It's all for OUR dogs...

Our goal: To find a producer or celeb or anyone who will help make Piper's Someday (the book River stars in) into a movie.

Year 2 of Forever

Here's how the story begins: (start here if you are new)

My friend, Patrice, died last night of pancreatic cancer. She was diagnosed in August of 2010. At 50, she leaves behind two children and a legacy of love and a gaggle of friends who were drawn too her like a moth to a flame. We speculated that she weighed about 75 pounds and had hung on without water or food for over eight days while in hospice. Her yoga and verve for life and music and her staunch loyalty to her family kept her heart going long after the hospice nurses thought she would have gone. My guess. My guess only.

Those of you who have been touched by too-early-a-death of a loved one know the veracity and variety of emotions - all at once, then sometimes, nothing at all. Just empty space. Pregnant and empty.

I was in bed asleep last night on Valentine's Eve while Patrice was taking her last breaths. I did not hear the phone ring when my sister called and then she texted me the news - I saw it this morning while I was backing out of the driveway to go to work.

I burst into tears. Elated that her long arduous journey was finally at a close. Grievous to the point of being out of breath at the fact I would never see her again.

But, Patrice teaches me like good friends do. She, even in this moment, is only a little above all of those who knew her and loved her. Her awareness thick and alive and floating into the ether with her mother, Ethyl, and her brother that died as a teenager, Billy. All three of them - all together again.

Families like to stay together...

Patrice loved my dog, River. Even though she was allergic to her, she still cackled at River's shenanigans and was always asking her to "quit licking me!" River loved to antagonize Patrice with unwanted licks and was forever being too close to her. I can see Patrice picking off dog hair even as I write this. However, when she (River) had her surgery to remove her leg last year (and while Patrice herself was going in for chemotherapy), Patrice called me and checked in on us both to see how we were doing. She believed in River and in River's dream.

On a personal note...two years ago, when I had shattered my ankle and lay in my bed day in and day out in intense pain, Patrice came over on many occasions brought me lunch, made me do yoga stretches in the bed, and then wheeled me in the wheelchair out into the January sun. I can still hear her voice. That New England clip.

"Get outta the bed and I'm going to roll you outside. Come on! Ruth, you need some fresh air," Patrice calmly barked the loving order. She did that to a lot of us.

People leave all kinds of legacies. Patrice did, too.

On this particular heavy Valentine's Day, I'd have to just say that Patrice McInnis left us all a little happier in this world than when we all came into it - just because she existed.
She was kind, she showed up, she helped children and she loved good music and talks about sexy men and sexy everything. A complete crack up.

Go, Patrice, Go!

Here is a picture of Patrice taken when I got my first book published: She's the blond in front over to the right with the faded jeans on and the white sweater. (Third from the right).

River and I both send our love to your family and friends.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Poets and Writers

It's all for OUR dogs...

Our goal: To find a producer or celeb or anyone who will help make Piper's Someday (the book River stars in) into a movie. If you can help, contact me!

Year 2 of Forever

Here's how the story begins: (start here if you are new)

River sleeps at my feet as I tap this blog out to my 42 followers. A gutteral moan issues from her glottal lobe each time she turns over and lies on her side. Sweet baby...over a year after surgery, my three-legged dreamboat is still my guardian of being.
Passing the time, my girlfriend is watching "As Good as It Gets" with Jack Nicholson and Helen Hunt. Great writing. Jack Nicholson is a lovely son-of-an-OCD-bitch. I love his mannerisms and recalculations on words and nuances. He's the whole movie.
This morning I passed some time thinking on my good friend Patrice who is dying of pancreatic cancer. We had a prayer group on Monday and chanted "Happy Trails. Go in Peace. We love You." She still lingers and I still wonder why she's hanging on.
While I was thinking on her, I picked up Poets and Writers Magazine and began to read stories of inspiration on writing and revision and am always amazed at the articles written in that magazine. They tell stories with such grace and wisdom and detail and I find myself saying, "how can I write like that?" Then first lines of books begin to daudle around the ether of my brain and stuff like this comes out:
Sitting on a stack of milk crates by rotting bananas in the office of the Garrisonville 7 Eleven, I point to words on a page on a eight dollar cancer policy and watch the Hispanic store clerk glaze over like a Krispy Kreme.
I love the inspiration.
I love my guardian of being.
I love Helen Hunt.
I want 4.2 million people to read all of my books.
I will renew my magazine subscription to Poets and Writers. I wish my friend to pass on and float like an angel into the ether. Go.
Till next time,
Ruth and River
p.s. The Mystic Market is OUT! If you want a copy of it, go to, Amazon or your local bookstore. They will order one up for ya.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Three-legged Genius

It's all for OUR dogs...

Our goal: To find a producer or celeb or anyone who will help make Piper's Someday (the book River stars in) into a movie. If you can help, contact me!

Day 363 of Forever

Here's how the story begins: (start here if you are new)

The more I look at my dog, the less intelligent I feel. A priceless feeling.

How smart is she? Sleeping, perking up her ears at all meals, playing in the leaves, sleeping, licking, chewing on a rawhide...all the "ings" I'd like to be doing in my day-to-day life. Wouldn't it be great if we could perk up our ears and cock our head at the waitress/waiter who brings our food? Wouldn't it be great if I could go out and roll in the leaves and not think of the neighbors judging us for adult-onset insanity? Wouldn't it be great if we could chew on some jerky and look out the window all day long?


Eckhart Tolle thinks so, too. I have been reading his book, Stillness Speaks. And, what he suggests or guides us into believing is that Nature and Animals teach us the lessons we need each and every day. The animals live in the Now...not worried about what happened yesterday or what will happen tomorrow. Just right Now. I love that. In one of his remarks, Tolle says that animals have a perfect day just by sleeping near a window - letting the sun rise and the sun set. Or, "allowing" the sun rise and to set.

When I meditate on my most of you readers - don't we find them interesting? The sniffing, the "you are the best owner in the world where have you been all day I love youuuuuu" reaction you get each day when you come home. The tail wag when you call their name. I'm going to start swishing my tail when I see my partner and see what happens.

They are here to teach us and here to keep us sane. No wonder they sleep so much...keeping us sane is a full-time job.

River sleeps so much. She's on two pain pills a day but it doesn't seem to dull her. She's the same voracious eater, the same lover of me when I come home from gassing up my car, the same sweetness to let my eyes rest on when I feel jiggie. Sometimes, she winks - both eyes. I wink back - one eye. Full on love.

I plan on winking at people today just to let them know I think they are cool;)

What a smart idea!