Tina Mitchell Wilkins Blog

Consciousness, Psychology, and Transformation

6/18/2025

Reposted from Facebook May 21, 2025:

Sometimes life bring you exactly what you need, just when you need it. I was in a deep search for something good, true, and beautiful after a challenging time in my life -- though I did not know what that was.

Life was listening. As I was walking into Blanco River Academy (my first day) to teach after-school choir, I passed several teachers who were catching up at the end of their day. Right at that moment, I heard one of the tachers say, "I just received my Master's in Consciousness and Transformative Studies from JFK University." I immediately stopped and asked her to repeat what she said. She did indeed repeat her sentence, and I said, "I don't know why, but I think we need to get together and talk."

Jennifer MIller Sabatier was gracious and said, "Yes we do!" So, after a couold of meetings, I felt brave enough to inquire about the program. JFK University had partnered with National University since Jennifer graduated, so now the program was called Consciousness, Psychology, and Transformation. I followed the challenging protocol to start my master's degree program, and in January 2023, I began. Holy mother, it was tough. I had not been in school for a VERY long time. I missed a lot of gatherings & gigs for a couple of years;) Yet, I love what I was learning. The program was fufilling, expansive, and indeed, transformative.

After nearly 2 1/2 years, I graduated on May 16, 2025. It was a fabulous event! The best part was when I had the wonderful opportunity to meet friends in the CPT program in person, whom I had only known through Zoom classes! It was a moving reunion!

The reason I am sharing this post is to let you know that I started back to school at age 58. I received my master's degree at age 60. A woman in the JFK School of Psychology and Social Sciences received her doctorate at age 78!

If you have something that is calling you...listen. Your spirit knows what you are capable of. You are here to thrive and celebrate this gorgeous life. You have expression and light inside of you that needs to glow! I want to celebrate with you, whether you are going back to school, starting a business, walking the Camino, or doing karaoke for the 1st time! You can DO it!!

Abundant thanks to my sweet family & friends for all the encouragement and cheerleading. Thanks too, for acting like you were interested in quantum physics when I would ramle on;) xo

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Been writing, Y'all!

7/11/2023

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Well Hiya!!

I hope everyone is doing beautifully!

Just a note to say I have indeed been writing, but have not been posting here. It's been fun writing for our Spirit is Ageless newsletter... (find it here...www.facebook.com/spiritisageless)
Sign up, if you would like to be a part of our Ageless journey!

We are working on a shiny new website just for Spirit is Ageless! We will keep the TMW one for gigs, blogs and whatnots:)

I have also been writing a lot for SCHOOL! I am back and LOVING it. I am in the master's program at National University/JFK University. The program is called Consciousness and Transformative Studies. It is soul-filling and wonderful. (And a lot of work!) It has sparked a newness in my soul that I am excited to share with you.

Who knows... I might just start writing random blogs again!

Thanks for stopping by and hope to see you on the road, at the winery, on the coast of Portugal or in and around Austin!

xxooo

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Change

3/25/2022

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On a gorgeous Saturday in the Hill Country of Texas, I had the wonderful honor of singing for our friends’ wedding. It was an intimate ceremony....maybe 15-20 people. A blending of families was about to take place and everyone present knew this was a big deal. Between the couple, they have 8 children. Four grown and on their own, two teenagers and two little ones. So while the attention is typically on the marital couple, today, it was equally shared with the kids. The youngest of the children is 2 1/2. He was the star of the day...in his little suit, blond hair and freshness. The ceremony took place at the beautiful Dulcinea Chapel, with a view that goes on for miles. A special addition to the chapel is a big wedding bell that one can ring to celebrate the union of the betrothed. The 2 1/2 year old was lead to the door that opened to the huge rope that was attached to the bell. Oh yes, he loved the bell. He loved the bell...A Lot...before the ceremony and after.

Minutes before the wedding, I noticed that the sweet, eloquent 5 year old sibling was huddled up in a niche all by herself. A few moments before, she was charming the congregation with her cuteness. I asked her if she too wanted to ring the bell...but she did not say anything back. She looked quite sad, so naturally I thought it was because the youngest was getting to do things that she wasn’t. The family was then called to gather for the ceremony to begin.

The minister’s message was casual and light, focusing mainly on the promise to uphold this big, beautiful, blended family. Our friend Marc played guitar, while I tried my best to sing the requested wedding song...all in Spanish. It was really challenging, but fun to learn for this Irish, Polish & German girl from Wisconsin.
It was rewarding to see the smiles of the bride and groom, when I would daringly look up from my notes... all phonetically written out.

The exchanging of rings, the monumental I Do’s and the wedding kiss was over. The big bell was rung and the congregation was awaiting hugs from the couple. I happened to be standing near the bride when the 5 year old, who was crying came up to her. The bride (her mama) asked why she was crying. She said, “I just don’t want things to change”.

I.Just.Don’t.Want.Things.To.Change.

Oh my Lord. I just thought she wanted to ring the big bell...but this child was wise and sensitive and deep. She was forecasting what was to come, while we were all caught up in the fairy dust of the moment. Her mama assured her that nothing was going to change. They still would live in their home, but it will be beautifully different.

I turned around to see if I was the only one witnessing this holy moment, and noticed one of the young uncles, wiping his eyes. I said, “You heard that, right?”. He said, “Yes”...through his tears. We just kind of stood by each other and shook our heads.

Everything Changes. Everything.

Unexpected lessons learned from a 5 year old on this beautiful spring wedding day in the Hill Country? Life is gloriously messy, brilliant, mysterious and yes, ever, ever changing.

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Mr. James on a Bus

3/16/2022

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I sat beside Mr. James on my way up to Fort Worth. We were on a cool, "luxury" bus, called
Vonlane. Vonlane travels from Austin to Dallas, Fort Worth and Houston. Our Interstate 35
here in Texas is a bear. No one loves to drive I-35. It was my first time taking this particular
bus. Walt was already in Dallas for a gig, so we thought it would be nice not to have two cars to deal with. Amtrak was sold out. Vonlane was 109 bucks, one way. A bit steep, but let me tell you...it was Totally. Worth. It. Plus you get snacks, beverages and a blanket. Oh and the service was awesome too.

Mr. James was on the bus first. I was on the bus second. He said, "Hello" and then said,
"Terrible things going on in this world……those poor people in the Ukraine".
I was so grateful to sit by someone who had the same need to talk about the disbelief and helplessness we were feeling.

My new friend, James is a handsome African American man, who I thought might be in his 60's. He told me that he and his (late) wife had been married for 56 years. 56? Mr. James
then told me he was 78. He was on his way up north to visit his sister, who was in an assisted living facility. He has lost his wife to illness in November of '21 and now was on an extended trip, visiting relatives in Texas. He lives in Michigan, but might be relocating to Texas, to be near family. And to get out of the snow. And to maybe process the grief.

My new friend James is a devout man. He was a Deacon in the church. He had a steady/
normal job for years, but then was called to be in the Ministry. He is a good listener. He
also has this beautiful voice, that made you want to listen deeply to his stories and take notes. I liked how we talked about life in the context of spirituality, meaning and belief in something bright and beautiful and loving, despite the sadness of the world.

His faith is strong. He didn't preach to me, he just exuded it. He asked if I had a home church. I told him that my long walks were my church. He agreed that it was a great way to connect with God; walking and praying. I bet they were really missing him at his home church, while he was reuniting with relatives and friends here in Texas. I can imagine that many folks like to hear James' voice on a Sunday. Calm, present, soft and kind. Mr. James on a bus, who was grieving the loss of his one true love, asked me questions about my life.
That's what a holy man does. Despite his pain, he lets the other person talk. I was just coming out of a few months of the blues, and Mr. James let me talk. He lost his wife. He needed to talk, but he opted to listen to his new friend instead, as we rolled down I-35.

My spirit felt lighter as I got off the bus in Fort Worth. Maybe we are where we are supposed to be, all the time. I vowed to be a better listener. I vowed to be more mindful. I vowed to be less selfish. I hope Mr. James finds peace wherever he lands. I hope he is led to other trains, airplanes and Uber rides, to spread the good news. I hope he continues to create a wave of love, no matter what the circumstances. To listen without judgment. To be the sunshine on a bus, to some lucky girl, who just so happened to sit next to an angel, on her way up to Fort Worth.

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Ode to Betty Jo

1/2/2022

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Spirit is Ageless!!

That’s what I thought of when I witnessed Ms. Betty Jo dancing at Gruene Hall. She would step right up in front of the band and dance like everyone was watching. That’s because they were! A lot of us couldn’t help but jump right in there with her, although everyone knew who the real star was. The real star was 80 something years old, with white hair, a big smile and some sweet moves. Ok maybe 3 moves.. but holy moly, she had more energy than most of us, right?

When I heard the sad news that she had passed recently, I searched for the photo that our friend Robbyn took of Betty Jo and I dancing on January 1st, 2020. The beaming smiles, the lightness of the crowd, the joy of the band… all palpable on that first day of the new year. None of us knew what was ahead.. and for that moment, it was as if the universe was yelling at us to PAY ATTENTION. PAY ATTENTION to the lady dancing. Look at her pure love of music, movement and spirit!! PAY ATTENTION to JOY. PAY ATTENTION to your neighbor whom you are sitting so close to and laughing and sharing this most important time together. Because in exactly 2 months and 13 days, the world is going to shut down. No dancing at Gruene. No dancing anywhere, except your living room.

We return to Gruene Hall today with great relief …but also accompanied by extreme caution. Do we dance together? Do we hug one another? Sit close to one another?

Oh how I will miss not seeing Ms. Betty Jo today. I will miss dancing with her, giving her my scarf and watching her sneak a beer or two. Gruene Hall was generous to Betty… as was all of New Braunfels. Her spirit was a welcome reprieve after a long year. Oh how we could use her sweet moves now.

Dance in Peace, Betty Jo.

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Go-Aheads

11/29/2021

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I bought some very impractical slippers a few months back. I thought they would be great for recovery after the long days on the Portuguese Camino. They have some kind of fur in them and 2 straps that criss cross at the front of the foot. They are grey and about a half an inch in height. They felt super comfortable when I walked around DSW in them. They are not sexy. Not by any stretch. But like I said, I thought they would be great to rest my feet in after the long walks.

I ended up not taking them on the trip, because I ran out of room in my suitcase. Then, when we returned to Austin, it was summer for another two months. Too warm to wear fuzzy slippers. Finally, the weather dropped below 80, so I pulled them out of the closet. Well, my recovery slippers make me look clunky & caused me to trip...like... a lot. Not only are they NOT comfortable, but they are pretty hideous. They are a little too (with all do respect) guy-like and they are not very practical to wear. BUT, they have a furry lining, so maybe I will give them another try tomorrow.

Truthfully, they remind me of the sandals my dad would wear after he would come back from a run. He would shower, put on his finest terrycloth shirt and 1 of 2 pair of shorts he owned, pour a nice bourbon and walk around in his “go-aheads”. You can’t walk backwards in your go-aheads...that’s why he called them, well, go-aheads. Try it sometime. Especially the kind of slippers/sandals that have the criss cross type of strap.

My dad was a go-ahead kind of guy. He was positive by nature, always uplifting to my brothers, our mom and me. He simply was a solid, lovely human. I often wonder what he would be like now. He left this earth early from pancreatic cancer in 1994. Even when he was wasting away, he would put on his go-aheads and slowly walk around the house. Always moving forward, never feeling sorry for himself. We all cried in the hospital when the doctor told us that he was terminally ill. He said, “I can’t believe I am leaving you." Not poor me. Not bitter. Not angry. Deeply sad of course, but not for himself. He only lasted 3 months after the diagnosis.

So maybe I’ll keep these dang go-aheads. I’ll trip in them, yes, but I’ll keep moving forward, forever onward and clumsily upward.

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A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving

11/23/2021

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I love Peanuts. I was born the year A Charlie Brown Christmas was released. I adore the Charlie Brown specials. Well, I adore the old school ones. The newish ones with the different character voices and the more updated cartoons, I really do not relate to as much. There are a few sequels to the trifecta of Charlie Browndom, but they miss the mark, I believe. I hold A Charlie Brown Christmas, It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving close to my heart. I will a l w a y s sit down and watch them when they are on.

I kind of cheated tonight when I saw that the program was offered on Apple TV. Usually I wait until it shows on one of the big networks, with the myriad of commercials and all. Wine breaks, as I like to call them. I was missing the sweetness of Ted Lasso and the wackiness of Mrs. Maisel, so I was flipping though the channels, looking for something that would bring me lightness and joy. There it was.. A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. So I pressed "Watch".

It all starts with Charlie Brown being coerced into kicking that blessed football. You think by now Charlie B would know that Lucy is, well... a big liar. She never apologizes and continues to manipulate him. She clearly is a narcissist, but he is like 7 years old and takes the bait. She pulls the ball and he flies through the air (quiet impressively, really) and lands flat on his back. She then says something pithy, takes the ball and walks off... making him feel like it is completely his fault. Lucy is a gaslighter too, apparently. It’s a wonder that she and Linus are related.

Oops...sorry, y’all... I’ve been listening to a lot of podcasts lately. Can’t even watch a simple 1973 cartoon without my own Super Soul Sunday narration. But.. don’t you find it crazy that Marcie calls Peppermint Patty “Sir” and she never corrects her?! I do dig Peppermint Patty’s Birkenstocks though. I also find it interesting that she invites herself over for Thanksgiving dinner... and then invites 2 more friends...then complains about the meal. 1973 was very forgiving to kids who have no supervision and zero manners. The coolest of the cool is Snoopy, who effortlessly prepares a last minute meal with color, originality and flair. He is also completely confident that everyone will be thrilled with his presentation. We have a beautiful table in the backyard, with Chip & Joanna mis-matched chairs, fine china and a lovely white table cloth. I think he and Woodstock had approximately 15 minutes to do everything, including butter the toast. It is a kid’s dream feast and Peppermint Patty complains about not having any gravy & potatoes.

Well of course after Peppermint Patty complains, Charlie Brown feels like a failure again. He feels bad for not only being bulldozed into hosting a 7 year old’s view of Thanksgiving, but he also feels like he failed his mission to create anything that actually works out in life. We know people like this, right? Thanks to Linus, who always has the right thing to say, the evening is not a complete loss. He has depth beyond his years. I think he is 6. Dude man has a blanket, but he has a head and a heart full of great wisdom too.

The day is also saved by the mumbling grandma on the telephone, who invites the whole tribe of misfits to her house for a “real” Thanksgiving dinner. They all pile into the back of the station wagon (no seatbelts) and sing their way to her condo. It’s a brilliant story with only a little bit of violence, only a tiny bit of flirtation and a whole lotta hope.

The underdog wins. It’s a subtle win, but alas, a win. Snoopy and his faithful partner, Woodstock, end up having a fabulous feast of real turkey and some kind of colorful baubles that are placed artfully on the silver platter. Even at 8 years old, I wondered what it must have felt like for Woodstock to eat turkey. Still do. Oh well, I must suspend my curiosity and just let it be what it is.

Why do we watch Charlie Brown every year? Because we believe. We believe in good. We believe in kindness. We believe that ultimately love prevails. We believe that Vince Guaraldi was born to accompany those iconic cartoons & scenes and we believe that despite being served jellybeans, the deliciousness is in the company and not what is on the table.

Happy Thanksgiving. kids. Call me if you would like to invite yourself over. Bring 2 friends.

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Light Through the Gate

8/13/2021

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For about 17 years I have had the great gift to witness the joys and heartache of the first day of of elementary school. The families in our neighborhood walk through the little suburban park that is next to our home, and enter through the gate to schoolyard. I love this ritual. I love hearing the excited voices of the freshly dressed kids and the parents saying... "Don’t run”.

Don’t run, indeed. Take your time. Enjoy this very moment. Enjoy the light that shines through the gate, though you won’t notice it. It beams through so boldly. It’s almost like the Great Spirit is saying, “Welcome to you your New Adventure!” It might be blinding at times... it might be scary...it might be exhilarating, but nonetheless, here is some glorious light to guide your way. Your Way.

I’m pretty sure that in 1994, when the school and park were built, no one thought about how the sun would perfectly frame this little gate. I really don’t think that the sidewalk was placed so that the 7:18 morning sun would shine on the children and their new beginnings. I find it hard to imagine that someone planned this park to give the kindergarteners a boost of photosynthesis and the energy that the trees provide. But I also could be very wrong.
The kindergarten parents cry. It doesn’t matter if this is child number 3 or 4 starting school, it probably feels like a piece of you is missing, as soon as you return though the gate. Luckily, one has to walk through the loyal oaks to get home. They will give you comfort and shade, unconditionally and freely.

It’s been a tough year. Times are weird and challenging. The children didn’t run through the gate last year. The park was sad because no one was running to their parents after school let out. This year felt exuberant, but still cautious.

This is a blip in time. One tiny snapshot of lineage, lifetimes, choices, open and closed doors. But the simple act of walking though the sunshiny gate gives us hope. The green on the trees promotes life. The laughter and the tears in the neighborhood gives us belief. No matter if you actually feel it or not, life is happening again, despite the junk we all just went though.

In a 100 years, will kids still be running though that gate? Will the neighbor who lives next to the park peak over the fence to tap into something bigger than herself? Will the parents still cry when they return from dropping off their precious gift to the great mystery ahead?

Today, the kids ran through he illumined gate. I guess that’s all that really matters right now.

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Karma & Grace

8/4/2021

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I have the sweet opportunity to work at our friends’ winery in the Hill Country of Texas, whenever they need an extra hand. The tasting room is super busy these days. The wine is fabulous, the place is gorgeous and the whole world is in love with Fredericksburg. I drive an hour and a half to get there. It sounds like a long way to go for a 5 hour shift, but it is totally worth it. It’s a wonderful place to work, hang out and just be. The owners are beautiful souls and the employees & guests are equally so.

I like working Tuesdays because it’s generally void of the madness the weekend in a vacation destination town brings.
I had a particularly off-centered morning a few weeks ago. I was dwelling on the junk rather than the light. I was finding that old familiar ache of not being able to wrangle the past and at the same time thinking I had some control over the future. The past is just that. The future, well.. I’d be a gazillionaire if I could predict it. For some reason on this bright sunny morning, I was trying to live in both realms of consciousness rather than being present. I don’t know why we dwell on the past. I really don’t understand that part of our brain that swings back to bummer days, aches and sadness...rather than looking around and seeing the beauty of the present moment. It doesn’t sneak up on me that often, but sometimes it just does.

So while I was driving to the winery, I tried to subdue the blues and listen to a couple of podcasts. I love listening to anything that will lift me up and or expand my horizons. I have been listening a lot to the Super Soul Sunday Podcast by Oprah. Oprah (my friend who lives in Maui), shares insights from her many guests that have wisdom, depth and spirit filled teachings. I l o v e listening to this particular podcast. I have a notebook that I keep in the passenger seat that holds many scribbles (I’m a note-taker) for me to try and decipher when I arrive. It’s kind of a fun game. A couple of my favorites are: “Noehisn hathingns until youdegirnsglsl.sss. Which I think is supposed to read...”Nothing happens until you decide”. Or this peach: resimenhemegnsig eingnsomgmdrhh Rehinsmgm. Which I figured out to be.. “Resemble, reflect and reveal the character of the One who created us.”
My note taking skills while driving leave something to be desired...but I adore the messages and want to remember that feeling of inspiration. Oprah & her teachers helped me once again find a sense of balance and perspective, before I stepped out of my car and into customer service. I took a moment to sit in my car and center myself. I prayed that I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I prayed that I might be an instrument of love. I prayed that I remembered all of the wine lingo that I learned the last time I was at Texas Heritage. I prayed that I would be a better listener than talker.

My first guests of the day were a mother and a daughter on a girl’s trip. They were delightful, light hearted and really kind spirits. I asked, as I often do... what their names were. The mother, who was about 65 years old said her name was Karma. My first guest’s name was Karma. Her daughter’s name was Haley or Kaley or Shalaylee... (so much for being a good listener..) but I was so taken by someone named Karma!!
My second guests were seated at the table next to Karma. They were delightful too. I asked the young lady her name. Her name was Grace.

Karma and Grace.

Karma and Grace.

They could have been seated anywhere on that patio...but just the thought of Karma and Grace stopping by...was a nod & a wink (at least to me) on that beautiful early summer day, after a tough drive... through the Hill Country of Texas.

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Ranger the Lizard Wrangler

7/17/2021

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Our dog Ranger is the best dog in the world. I know.. those are fightin’ words.. but he is. He is part Standard Poodle and part Llewellen Setter. (I know... I never heard of a Llewellen Setter either until Ranger) (crazy that that word has 4 L’s) There really isn’t a particular breed name for him, like Goldendoodle or Labradoodle. When people ask what kind of dog he is I say he is a Spoodle. (spoiled Poodle) He was gifted to us by Sawndra Worrell and Bill Worrell, after Sawndra’s dogs, June and Cash, fell in love and had puppies, on July 4th, 2011.

Side note: If you think that you want a puppy, but your significant other is on the fence, whatever you do, do NOT look up poodle mixes on the internet. You will actually melt into a big blob of gooey mush from the overload of cuteness. I j u s t looked at a St. Berdoodle. No joke.. the snuggliest, largest animal on earth. Like a big character on HR Puf-n-stuff. (retro throwback) (that was a wackadoo show) ( I can’t believe it actually was labeled a kid’s show) (no wonder we are all messed up) (sorry for all of the parenthesis)

ANYway.. back to the most wonderful dog in the world, Ranger. I love this quote.. “Everyone thinks they have the best dog, and none of them are wrong.” -W.R. Purche
Ranger is family. I didn’t know that he would be family when we picked him up, but it was pretty clear that life was going to be a lot different, fluffier & lovelier from here on out. He is now 10 years old, loyal & true and still acts like a puppy. He recently had a major operation, so it slowed him down for a bit. But now, two months later, he is healed and rockin’ again.
One of his favorite things to do is to wrangle lizards. It’s like his special calling (other than taking care of us). He will find the tiniest of space, head and front paws down, nose in the drain or flowerbed or rock pile, hind end in the air, tail wagging profusely... living his best dog life. Even when he was healing, he still would do his best to save us from those evil lizards who were planning world domination. If he saw a lizard, let’s say, last week on our walk around the elementary school, he would drag me to the same exact place to look for it again.

Lizards are super cool. They are hard to see on trees, so they will wait for Ranger to spot them, hang out just long enough to torture him, wait until the right moment and then scurry on up. They know he cannot jump that high and they know that he can’t really see them, but Ranger can most definitely hear them. He looks up in the tree and barks in superhero dog speak... “You fooled me this time Evil Lizard, but next time you will not be so lucky”.

His lizard bark is different from his squirrel bark. His "HEY THERE’S A CAT IN THE BACKYARD” bark is very very loud and kind of squeal-y. His opossum bark is just flat scary. I think he is genuinely afraid of opossums, but truly... wouldn’t you be too with those red eyes looking at you in the pitch dark? It’s like a “What in all things holy ARE you?” kind of bark.

All this good stuff being said about the best dog in the world, he can be a bit of a bossy boss sometimes. Especially if there is a fence involved. He is the boss of all of the fences and everything barking behind it in the neighborhood. He will size up who is behind the fence and if it seems like it’s a dog bigger than him, he will start the fight. If it’s a small dog, he doesn’t bother. Like ‘eh... not worth the barking effort. He’s kind of a fence bully and that’s not cool. It’s also not cool to drag me into the fence as a part of his game. I remind him that I am at the other end of the leash, but he rarely listens when he’s defending his Fencedom.

Ranger’s favorite place in the world is where he was born. New Art, Texas. I love watching him run free at our friend, Bill Worrell’s home. (now the Worrell Family Compound) He covers the yard in seconds flat. He runs across the dirt road to check out the scene. He runs like wild past the gigantic shaman sculptures. It’s a gorgeous sight, watching a dog run free. His ultimate adventure in New Art is going down to the Llano River. The rocks are such that he can jump from them with ease. He loves to stand in the water too and try to catch fish. He looks like a puppy when he is at Worrell’s. I guess when we are aligned with what resonates with us, we feel our happiest. That’s ol’ Ranger. Looking like he did when we picked him up that late September in 2011. Just a little bigger version.
Our dear friend Bill Worrell recently left this earthly plane, but I know he will smile big when he sees Ranger running around his favorite place again. He used to say Raaaaaaanger.. such a good dog.
Such a good dog. indeed. The best dog in the world.