Finding your Ripple

photo: Tresa Martindale

From that magical moment that we are born, we have it. Yes, every single human is born with an extraordinary gift something that we all share, and yet is as unique as our fingerprint.  What is your ripple? When you throw a rock into a still pond, you will notice concentric circles start to spread, building momentum and volume as they travel to the edge. The day you were born, your first ripple started. You added presence to a family, regardless of what it looks like, or the birth order if you share siblings. Newtons third law of physics says that,  "Every action has an equal and opposite reaction." Some ripples are big, there are humans on our planet who are able to heave actions the size of boulders, and create waves, while others may create ripples. As my photo illustrates, a tiny drop of water is able to produce a ripple.  It doesn't matter the size of your ripple, but rather the level of consciousness that is underneath it. We are all connected, and we all have a force. Some ripples may not be of the highest level of intention, some ripples may hurt. How can we set out on our journey every day, creating ripples of connection, inspiration and hope? 

~Make personal improvements. Do better, be better.
~Remember that I AM statements are powerful. Choose them wisely I AM BEAUTIFUL!
~Forgive yourself first, and forgive others. Keep your personal power intact.
~When you are feeling down, Serve others. When you are feeling Fabulous, Serve others!
~Find 3 things every day to be thankful for. Gratitude will shift the impact of your ripple!
~Exercise  your creative muscles, Paint, draw, sing, dance, laugh, photograph, hike etc. 
~Eat good food! 
~Spend time with someone you love.
~Meditate, find stillness and listen. Do yoga, pray.

Below is a post that honors our friend Marvin. His ripple will continue for generations, as he gifted our Charity, $500.000 dollars. This single donation, will create a foundation that will change the life's of children yet to come. Its easy to recognize the big ripples, but the small ones have an impact that is equal. You never know how far your simple acts of kindness may travel. Use your on line "Real Estate" for good. We have access to the world, lets be conscious about the messages we send and the ripples we create. Get up, get out there, and find your Ripple!!

Carpe Diem
Seize The Day!!


Marvins 50



Honoring our dear friend Marvin, by donating funds to pay for "Marvins Light" that will be illuminated every time the new Corner Canyon HS achieves a victory! Marvin, you live on!!

Marvin Elston was born in 1933, in small- town Missouri in the heart of what Time Magazine has labeled the “Silent Generation.” He grew up as the suffocated child between two of the most horrific events in world history: the Great Depression and World War II. Following high school and an early elementary education in a one- room schoolhouse, Marvin enlisted in the military as a way to escape the small town claustrophobia. After four years of service in the US Air Force, he was able to qualify for the GI bill, which afforded him an education in electrical engineering.
Marvin's personality was digital and factual. He worked hard, saved all of his money, and lived a very frugal life despite the extraordinarily large bank account that he had squirreled away. He took the city bus around town to avoid the rising cost of fuel, shopping for bargains and using coupons. Marvin was one of two children. He never married and his childless brother passed away in his early 50’s of colon cancer. Marvin’s introverted personality made him the town’s most eligible bachelor, but he never married.
He spent his time working hard as an oceanographic engineer at sea, and in his later years, he continuously traveled around the world on container and cruise ships for up to 6 months at a time. With no immediate or extended family, the John Martindale family became his surrogate family. They spent time with him at his home on the sandy beaches of San Diego several times a year, and he would travel to Utah to spend the summers with them.
Being around the Martindale family, especially their young children, opened him up to a different way of living life. The Martindales are much more outspoken and verbally communicative, and Marvin was pressured to step out of his silence, from time to time, and share his stories.
Marvin had determined that he would gift his entire estate to the University of Missouri where he obtained his engineering degree.This is a common way to pass on an estate, absent any family or children.
 Marvin was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer in 2005, mirroring his brother’s fate. Many medical advances and treatments prolonged his life for seven additional years. The cancer continued to spread throughout his body at a consistently slow pace. Towards the end of his days, the Martindales began speaking to him about leaving a legacy. It seemed like a foreign concept initially. Marvin was such a loner; it hadn’t registered with him that his life had value, meaning, and that every ripple mattered to others. The Martindales discussed several charities that could benefit from his money, leaving a mark of great service on the future, and setting an example for the family’s children who had come to love and look up to him as “Uncle Marvin.”
In the last days before his passing, Marvin left a sizable percentage of his estate, in the care of John. He was to use this money for a charity near and dear to him, Mountain Shadows Community Homes in San Diego, which is a supervised independent living facility for adult children with developmental disabilities. These residents are able to live an independent life in a home with structured activities and community.
The sizable donation to this organization will change the future of not just this generation, but those who are yet to come. In addition to leaving a living legacy with Mountain Shadows, John was appointed as steward over a sum of money to be used for what we now coin “Marvin's 50.” Each donation is like a pebble thrown into a still pond. The ripple begins at the point of impact, but as it travels, it journeys to the edges in all directions. One memorable moment occurred when John was traveling on business in Houston, Texas, just weeks after Marvin's passing. John, just off a plane and was walking out of a CVS Pharmacy, when a man in the shadows called out asking for money. John said, “I ignored him, as I walked quickly through the parking lot, but as I opened the car door, I was prompted to look back and ask what he needed. He came running to me, still
with his hospital discharge wristband, bag of belongings and bloody clear tape attached to his chest. He said, “Sir, I need $40”. No beggar has ever asked for a specific amount of money, it is always spare change. John was taken aback by his request and asked why he needed exactly $40.
He said that his wife had died a few months back and that he had health issues requiring attention at the hospital, but he realized his kids could not tend to themselves more than a few days so he checked himself out, AMA (Against Medical Advice). “I need to feed my children. They have school in the morning and my 14- year- old daughter needs personal care products,” he exclaimed. What homeless person can make up that kind of story? John felt compelled to believe that his request was true.
John rarely carried cash in his pocket, but it just happened that he had a $50 bill in a front pocket. John gave it to the man. He did not get his name, but wished he had. They just sat in the darkened parking lot at 10 o’clock at night hugging each other as the man further explained. “I called out to you as you left the store, but assumed that you did not hear me. I asked God at this moment of desperation to send me an angel to help me in my dire need. Please God, send me an angel. Then you turned around, sir”. As they parted company and John drove off, suddenly he just hit the brakes, slumped over and cried. He shouted aloud, “Is that you Marvin?” He then knew that it was Marvin who had prompted him to turn around in the parking lot. It was Marvin who was the angel.
Now, John carries an extra $50 in his pocket of Marvin’s money and prays that Marvin directs him to someone in need.
The Martindales write, “Our family has had the gift of creating ripples with Marvin’s 50, time and time again. When funds were needed for the Victory Light at the new high school in Draper, that familiar prompting came knocking once again. Every time that light shines, our family, and the people of Draper will know of Marvin. He spent time in this community and as a homeowner in Big Cottonwood Canyon, paid taxes to our schools. We feel honored to bestow this memory and living legacy of a man who continues to live through the greenbacks that represent a life of hard work, and frugal living. We believe that as we leave legacies of our friend in the places where he spent time, it is lifting the curse of the silence that he carried like a yoke for an entire generation of post- war, depression- era children. The days of children being educated in one- room schools like Marvin are over. Today, we leave our children with the gift of superior education and with the opportunity to spread those ripples to our children's children. Let the light of Corner Canyon High School shine as a symbol of opportunity for excellence in education, sport, and citizenship. May we realize that we are all connected, and may we all be inspired to create ripples that will change the future.”

Reflections from my son...


Reading through my old blog I found this post
Connors Reflections from 2009, 9 years old


Sunday night, sitting on the bed, Connor came into my room, somber and melancholy, this is what came out of his mouth (nearly word for word) my son is a very deep thinker, an old soul.....

"Mom I was just thinking, about how I have all these nice things, nice parents and good friends, and the animals that live on earth that I think that are cool. I think about how the pioneers settled the land for us and how all the army men are out there risking their lives so that we can be free. (tears now streaming down his face) Our earth is so nice. I don't like construction guys who build 5 star hotels and ruin the habitat of the animals. I think about these things all of the time. I'm happy that Thomas Edison made the light bulb so that I'm not afraid of the dark. Mom where are our ancestors from?" I said Denmark, England and a few from Scotland. "Do we have any Native Americans in our family?" "No I reply." So then I'm not American? "Well, I said, you were born in America so you are American."  "But my heritage isn't?"
 It is quite a remarkable awakening, when you recognize the depth of soul housed in the bodies that we create.  My little guy has always communicated from this place of deep knowing.  Even as I carried him inside of my body, I sensed the richness of the soul that was miraculously becoming the son, who is my teacher. Wisdom is all around us, I'm grateful for the moments when I am plugged into the mother board  of my sons beautiful mind!

The 4 directions of love, light up your frontal lobe with Agape!





"The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere They're in each other all along."~Rumi

There are 4 kinds of love, how do these relate to you?

EROS (physical) is the Greek word for romantic, love The physical love. Eros is the passionate feeling of romantic attraction. It is also associated with infatuation and lust. That's why we say a man and a woman "fall in love." Eros ("being in love") usually just happens.   It's when "...the two ...become ONE. Eros is the Greek god of love, Cupid the winged angel with a bow and arrow.

PHILEO (emotional) is the emotional love between good friends, and the the love that causes you to have tender affection toward your mate. Phileo is also called "platonic" love. Phileo is a chosen love, because we choose whom we will befriend.  Phileo is brotherly love. Its embodiment is more on an emotional level not so much physical. Its the love that offers emotional support, and concern for one another.


STORGE (spiritual) is the Greek word for the love between family members, a deeper spiritual love. Storge is most clearly evident in the love of parents for their children. Most parents are so devoted to their children's welfare that they are willing to sacrifice and do most anything, even unto death, for the sake their children. Storge is a committed,  It doesn't expect too much, revives easily after quarrels, is unconditional, often overlooks the other's faults and frequently forgives.  Storge is the love where we can be comfortable and secure just being in the presence of one another. Just being together in comfortable closeness is often enough. 


AGAPE (unconditional, pure spirit) is the final and highest level of love.  Agape is unconditional in that it does not expect anything in return.   Agape takes a decision of our free will, a commitment to act for the good of another.  The agape love of God goes past the surface, enabling us to look deep into our mate's heart and love them for who God has made them to be despite their faults and shortcomings.  Agape is the type of love that all we are called to manifest in our lives by unconditional acts of goodwill and charity for others, especially the poor and disadvantaged. Agape: is a more difficult kind of love. It is the kind of love that requires something of us.  This is the kind of love that understands rescuing others, may not be of highest service to them. It's allowing free will, and loving them where they are. Understanding that their journey is set up for their specific learning, and we honor that. 

The symbolic circle that unites us all as one, casts a shadow of love.  Can we set aside judgment and understand that we are all on our own journey of discovery and growth?  Can we embrace AGAPE, and love unconditionally, embracing the shadow of love?  I believe that this concept merits a commitment to try. We may not always be perfect, but during the month of "LOVE" I think it's worth considering. 

Carpe Diem
Seize the day!

Photo-Tresa Martinale