Music On My Way To Work – Fleetwood Mac – Dreams

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Poetry in motion…Have a great weekend.

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Once Upon A Time, I Had the Most Wonderful Mother

And I still do.

Last night Wayne and I were sitting in my living room and I was writing and he was on the phone with his mom. We were talking about today’s date. About a minute later my damn broom fell and hit the floor in the kitchen. I hadn’t touched it since Saturday.

About 11:00am est five years ago, my mother took her last breath. She suddenly awoke from a 2 week coma and looked at Wayne and I and said, “It’s okay.”

Not a day goes by that she isn’t in my heart and thoughts. I miss her more than I could ever express but she is always with me.

I made this video as a tribute to her when she passed. I can’t watch it today but by all means, please enjoy it.

And The Thunder Rolls

Storms

Amen to this! I’ve been through a whole lot of storms and each one has washed away the burdens, the strife, the need to be perfect or of feeling incomplete, and I’m stronger and more fulfilled than I could have ever imagined. I don’t have or need “things” to make me feel important and certainly not to make me happy. My life is far from perfect. My bank account is always on E at the end of the month but I have been so blessed to be able to surround myself with an amazing cast of players who have stood through those storms with me, put up with my bullshit and mistakes and who have welcomed me to do the same for them, while others washed away.

Together, we will ride out this storm with no umbrellas or raincoats, and no shelter except for each other but what more do we really need? You have to know who your people are, through both the gentle spring showers and the violent, hard rain that comes at you from every direction, as you dodge lightning strikes and the thunder shakes your house. The ones who slap you hard when you need it and the ones who wipe your tears. The ones who stand by you when you’re on top and the ones who pick you up when you fall. If you haven’t figured out yet who they are, you better get busy figuring it out.

My heart hurts because one of these people will be moving on to the next life very soon. A Matriarch. A woman who’s respect had to be earned but who’s love was unquestionable. She’d give you that slap and then wipe your tears, reminding you that life isn’t fair but at the same time showing you every damn second of it is worth it – even the storms. What an honor and privilege it has been to be a part of her life for the past twenty years.

Oh the blessings I live with, that I cherish and am so thankful for.
All of them rainbows and flowers after the storms.
My beautiful family and friends.
My wonderful children and grandchildren.
Here comes the thunder.
Let it rain. Let it rain.

Granny June Bug

Granny June Bug