This wonderful, accomplished, highly intelligent, female Doctor sums up Obama care in One Sentence...
http://youtu.be/vdnY8r7_fLw
Oh and you young liberal women out there who want the "rights over you own body" ? Here is MY answer to you. Be responsible and say no to your own sexual urges. Put your big girl panties on and stop whining. Don't have sex if you don't want to get pregnant and then if you do, don't think YOU rights supercede those of that unborn child. Abortion is MURDER no matter how you look at it UNLESS it is meant to save a life.
My rant is done.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
FAILURE OR SUCCESS? GOD WILL JUDGE BUT I KNOW I TRIED
Have any of you ever asked the question; Why me? I think, if we are all honest with ourselves, we will admit that we have, at least once in our lives, raised our eyes heaven word and said similar words; “Why me?” A few years ago, when my daughter and I were so very close, she once said out loud that question I had never asked, when we learned I was facing breast cancer for the second time… “why you, Mom?”
On that particular day, I turned to my daughter and asked her “why not me?” I have always held this believe that those who are ill, or suffer deformities, or are set with non- stop challenges in life were handpicked by God to have this painful illness, condition or circumstance. Some people would tell me I am wrong or insane. But, what If I told you that your pain might take away someone else's pain in the world?" What if your pain (my pain) could actually be used for a good and noble purpose. Can you, my dear reader, let yourself believe such a thing is possible? The truth is, we know nothing about life. It is, and always will be, a mystery. Anything is possible.
As I was faced with somewhat negative news yesterday from my oncologist, I had to fall back on this deep belief of mine to not ask “Why me?” because, boy do I sure want to. The very idea that pain could have a positive result in the world, that it was not at all useless, and that I might be able to take away someone else's pain, however, inspired me deeply and completely reframed my relationship to my illness again. It it also one of the reasons I have returned to a long held decision to have my body donated to science when I die. I want the chance to help that other person.
Where would this person be? Could it be a little girl in China? Could it be that young mother who has been given the task of raising a child with down’s syndrome, cerebral palsy, or autism? Could it be that older woman, now living alone and fearing the specter of death who is always our constant companion? The truth is, it does not matter who the person would be, because eventually, in some way, the whole world will benefit. This has been an epiphany I will embrace forever; how about you?
Please do not consider me some kind of saint as it truly has taken me years to fully understand the scope of the idea I have just suggested you and in many areas I am still filled with doubt and fear. However, I feel could never write in the compassionate, sometimes intense way that some say I do, had I not suffered myself during most of my life. My books, although not best sellers (poetry rarely is) have sold decently and have been translated into German and French and can be ordered from book stores around the world.
As a mother I endeavored to teach my children not only reading (the classics of course), science, math, and history; but also philosophy and religion. Mostly I tried to teach them how to communicate clearly and well as I was concerned not only about saying the wrong thing, but also about saying the right thing the wrong way - and hence, leaving the wrong impression; which to me is just as bad. I have not always succeeded in this endeavor but I most certainly have tried, so very hard.
I also hope that I have taught my children, and others I helped raise, the essence of love. My love for my beloved Doug survives his death almost two decades ago. Just as in the bitter-sweet animated movie “Up”, I too sit in my chair late at night and talk with Doug about my day and my fears. I sit with him on the patio, aching to reach out, hold his hand, and share the quiet of the stars and the chimnea. I always think, at the end of a work day, of how I need to get home to cook, clean, set the table, and prepare a meal for my husband and my family. When I do remember dreams, they are always of him or the children or Jessica. My conversations with my Doug sometimes have centered on a world event, the motions of the stock market, or about the new law that is coming before Congress. (As those who know me well, I have a passion for politics and a strong sense of morality). At other times, I talk to him about our four grandchildren or other family members. It is my way of digesting the things I have heard and serve the purpose of remaining close to my husband. When I walk the desert, even with Tom or Jessica… Doug also walked with me and the first time I saw the Grand Canyon… over 7 years after he left this earth… on of all days his Birthday… I saw it with him. We had always wanted to go there together. But you know what? We did. He goes every where with me.
This “eccentric behavior”, is my mysterious window to the unknown, a way of reaching Doug on a daily basis. We know so little of life, why we are here and what we must do while we are here. The ways of life are mysterious, and I would like to remind each of you now reading this blog that we were ONLY soldiers of the Creator, awaiting our next assignment. Nothing for us is permanent and there is no guarantee of tomorrow. Therefore, I will encourage each of you to take some private time and meditate on why you feel you were born and how you can make your best contribution to the world, on a little or big scale. One is not necessarily better than the other.
Although I have never sought fame of any kind, I know I did strive to be the best person I could be and to give my all to my family and friends. Some may say I failed. I guess God will eventually let me know the truth of all of this. Did I really accomplish anything? I hope so. I know I, personally, tried to live my life generously and show my children that we could always give to others, even when we had very little of our own to give. When Doug and I heard of someone in the neighborhood who needed food, clothing, or a place to stay, or just someone to lean on, we would stretch our very slim budget to help them out as well. The house was almost never empty and the table always full.
I did try to give each of my children the most precious gift a mother has to give - unconditional love and her full attention. While they were growing up, despite what their teenage minds may sometimes have told them, they really were the center of my world. My friends and extended family would sometimes tell me that I invested too much of myself in them and, I don’t know, maybe they are right. For hard as I try to let them go today, with each of them now in their 30s… I ache so very much for each of them and just can’t seem to bond closely with others. I did try to make their childhood wonderful. I taught them crafts, and music, and dance. For the boys I ran cub scouts and 4-H and walked them to Karate, and baseball, and basketball. For my girl, I ran 4-H, sewed costumes, and walked her to ballet and karate… I tried to give elaborate birthday parties, until the money ran out, and even sold my belonging to give the best Christmas’s we could give them. We had an open door policy and their friends were always in and out almost any time of day.
We were not rich, but I always felt we were rich in other ways, with the positive, strong family I thought I had created. Again, I guess God will tell me the truth of my endeavors. Was I any kind of a success, or was I a vapid failure?
I think I will end my walk down memory lane with a message to my children, family, friends, and yes, you too dear reader: I love you as high as the sky, as wide as the world, and as deep as the ocean; and I always will. Forgive me, if I did not do the job I so intended and tried to do… but I did it all with love.
Have any of you ever asked the question; Why me? I think, if we are all honest with ourselves, we will admit that we have, at least once in our lives, raised our eyes heaven word and said similar words; “Why me?” A few years ago, when my daughter and I were so very close, she once said out loud that question I had never asked, when we learned I was facing breast cancer for the second time… “why you, Mom?”
On that particular day, I turned to my daughter and asked her “why not me?” I have always held this believe that those who are ill, or suffer deformities, or are set with non- stop challenges in life were handpicked by God to have this painful illness, condition or circumstance. Some people would tell me I am wrong or insane. But, what If I told you that your pain might take away someone else's pain in the world?" What if your pain (my pain) could actually be used for a good and noble purpose. Can you, my dear reader, let yourself believe such a thing is possible? The truth is, we know nothing about life. It is, and always will be, a mystery. Anything is possible.
As I was faced with somewhat negative news yesterday from my oncologist, I had to fall back on this deep belief of mine to not ask “Why me?” because, boy do I sure want to. The very idea that pain could have a positive result in the world, that it was not at all useless, and that I might be able to take away someone else's pain, however, inspired me deeply and completely reframed my relationship to my illness again. It it also one of the reasons I have returned to a long held decision to have my body donated to science when I die. I want the chance to help that other person.
Where would this person be? Could it be a little girl in China? Could it be that young mother who has been given the task of raising a child with down’s syndrome, cerebral palsy, or autism? Could it be that older woman, now living alone and fearing the specter of death who is always our constant companion? The truth is, it does not matter who the person would be, because eventually, in some way, the whole world will benefit. This has been an epiphany I will embrace forever; how about you?
Please do not consider me some kind of saint as it truly has taken me years to fully understand the scope of the idea I have just suggested you and in many areas I am still filled with doubt and fear. However, I feel could never write in the compassionate, sometimes intense way that some say I do, had I not suffered myself during most of my life. My books, although not best sellers (poetry rarely is) have sold decently and have been translated into German and French and can be ordered from book stores around the world.
As a mother I endeavored to teach my children not only reading (the classics of course), science, math, and history; but also philosophy and religion. Mostly I tried to teach them how to communicate clearly and well as I was concerned not only about saying the wrong thing, but also about saying the right thing the wrong way - and hence, leaving the wrong impression; which to me is just as bad. I have not always succeeded in this endeavor but I most certainly have tried, so very hard.
I also hope that I have taught my children, and others I helped raise, the essence of love. My love for my beloved Doug survives his death almost two decades ago. Just as in the bitter-sweet animated movie “Up”, I too sit in my chair late at night and talk with Doug about my day and my fears. I sit with him on the patio, aching to reach out, hold his hand, and share the quiet of the stars and the chimnea. I always think, at the end of a work day, of how I need to get home to cook, clean, set the table, and prepare a meal for my husband and my family. When I do remember dreams, they are always of him or the children or Jessica. My conversations with my Doug sometimes have centered on a world event, the motions of the stock market, or about the new law that is coming before Congress. (As those who know me well, I have a passion for politics and a strong sense of morality). At other times, I talk to him about our four grandchildren or other family members. It is my way of digesting the things I have heard and serve the purpose of remaining close to my husband. When I walk the desert, even with Tom or Jessica… Doug also walked with me and the first time I saw the Grand Canyon… over 7 years after he left this earth… on of all days his Birthday… I saw it with him. We had always wanted to go there together. But you know what? We did. He goes every where with me.
This “eccentric behavior”, is my mysterious window to the unknown, a way of reaching Doug on a daily basis. We know so little of life, why we are here and what we must do while we are here. The ways of life are mysterious, and I would like to remind each of you now reading this blog that we were ONLY soldiers of the Creator, awaiting our next assignment. Nothing for us is permanent and there is no guarantee of tomorrow. Therefore, I will encourage each of you to take some private time and meditate on why you feel you were born and how you can make your best contribution to the world, on a little or big scale. One is not necessarily better than the other.
Although I have never sought fame of any kind, I know I did strive to be the best person I could be and to give my all to my family and friends. Some may say I failed. I guess God will eventually let me know the truth of all of this. Did I really accomplish anything? I hope so. I know I, personally, tried to live my life generously and show my children that we could always give to others, even when we had very little of our own to give. When Doug and I heard of someone in the neighborhood who needed food, clothing, or a place to stay, or just someone to lean on, we would stretch our very slim budget to help them out as well. The house was almost never empty and the table always full.
I did try to give each of my children the most precious gift a mother has to give - unconditional love and her full attention. While they were growing up, despite what their teenage minds may sometimes have told them, they really were the center of my world. My friends and extended family would sometimes tell me that I invested too much of myself in them and, I don’t know, maybe they are right. For hard as I try to let them go today, with each of them now in their 30s… I ache so very much for each of them and just can’t seem to bond closely with others. I did try to make their childhood wonderful. I taught them crafts, and music, and dance. For the boys I ran cub scouts and 4-H and walked them to Karate, and baseball, and basketball. For my girl, I ran 4-H, sewed costumes, and walked her to ballet and karate… I tried to give elaborate birthday parties, until the money ran out, and even sold my belonging to give the best Christmas’s we could give them. We had an open door policy and their friends were always in and out almost any time of day.
We were not rich, but I always felt we were rich in other ways, with the positive, strong family I thought I had created. Again, I guess God will tell me the truth of my endeavors. Was I any kind of a success, or was I a vapid failure?
I think I will end my walk down memory lane with a message to my children, family, friends, and yes, you too dear reader: I love you as high as the sky, as wide as the world, and as deep as the ocean; and I always will. Forgive me, if I did not do the job I so intended and tried to do… but I did it all with love.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Shadows of Growth and Miracles: Far Too Long Away...
Shadows of Growth and Miracles: Far Too Long Away...: It has been quite some time since I have had the chance or the inspiration to add to this blog. Life has a way of intruding on those th...
Far Too Long Away...
It has been quite some time since I have had the chance or the inspiration to add to this blog. Life has a way of intruding on those things we enjoy and forcing us to pay attention to the needs of daily life and survival; and given our current political, social, and economic climate, that need has become painfully difficult and increasingly necessary.
I left a full time (low paying positin) with ACS when they transferred their employees back to Apollo Group. My own political and social mores just would not allow me to remain there any longer. I signed on with Aerotek who found me a contract position with Honeywell in Tempe (a company I have been trying to get my foot in the door with for about 10 years). It was a short contract but I can state, emphatically, that I have not been so happy working since I was caught up in the second wave of layoffs at Qwest back in 2006. Although the manager had tried to keep me longer, they could not get any additional funding and so my contract has ended and I am, once again, staring at that grave and fearful spectre known as unemployment. I am scared to death!
The battle with the Thyroid Cancer which began in July of 2011 has been extremely difficult. The breast cancer remains at Stage 3 (thankfully), the skin melanoma comes back to bite me in the ass from time to time, and now they have found a mass on my liver and a large cyst on my right kidney. I am heading in for surgery on the kidney this Friday and later that same day for a pet scan of the liver as they do NOT want to cut into that until we know with more certainty whether or not this will prove to be cancer or not. Should the pet scan indicate cancer, I will not allow any surgery... it would just be too risky.
I am completing the final editing process on my last book in the Shadowplay Series which will be called "Danding With The Spirits of Shadowplay". I am extremely pleased with this book which contains many wonderful new poems and some prosody, as well as poems from the previous two books "Survive The Shadow Stalker" and Shadows of Love. This book will also contain a short story by an up and coming writer/friend of mine; Gary Lemcke AND the lyrics from a song written by singer/songwriter/poet James John Pike III. Some wonderful photography of my beloved desert can also be found. We expect to see the book hit the shelves (virtual shelves) at Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, Books a Million etc... as well as Kindle.
I sent my beloved Merriweather to the Rainbow Bridge on January 27, 2012. This faithful, loving nana dog, who saw me through the loss of my husband, the loss of my home in Chandler, the prolonged battle for custody of my granddaughter who now is safely and permanently in the care of her beloved mother, cancer, surgeries, epilepsy, MS, and family upheaval, ironically developed cancer in a mammary gland. I miss her so...
With the help of my youngest son, I got to spend almost two hours of my birthday with my beloved Jessica. It had been almost two years since I had last seen her, hugged her, or just talked to her. When she walked through my front door, I could not believe how grown up she was (she turned 14 this August) and I could not stop hugging her or crying or telling her how much I missed her. I am not sure if or when I shall see her again, but at least she knows I love her... have never chosen NOT to be with her... and love her always.
I adopted a new dog, Ranger, at 6 weeks of age. He is a full blooded German Shepherd who has become a wonderful companion to me and who actually put a little life in to Angel Heart who mourned her sister greatly. Ranger likes to go hiking with me as well so I no longer have to hike alone any more.
With Ranger at my side, I did the 5K walk for Prostate Cancer at Kiwanis Park in Tempe on Sept 22, 2012. This was my fourth year making the walk. In November, I will make my 7th walk for Stride for the Cure at Tempe Town Lake.
I have been able to spend a little more time with my younger grandchildren, James C, Zavier, and Shy... but health and energy keep me from doing all of the things I would so love to do with them. I did get to see Zavier play his Bass (cello) at school last spring AND he even played slap bass; as I love Jazz so much I thought this was WONDERFUL.
The job hunt is on in earnest and I desperately need to find one quickly; age and time seem to be against me but I remain hopeful. I go for outpatient surgery this Friday. Ranger and I will pick up hiking again once this cyst is off of my kidney. Work on the book is supposed to be completed by end of this month (providing the about the author and the short story contributor gets it all back to me on time), Tom will return (weather and health providing) in late November.
I will be casting my vote in November against the man I have campaigned hard against and have been terrified of since 2007... in the hopes that this great country of ours can be saved from communism before it is really too late for my children and grandchildren. I can only pray.
I will not be baking and cooking anymore for the holidays for several reasons; my health the first, finances second, and the sad family issues that remain ongoing. It just makes me too sad now to try to pretend. I will, however, probably head up north for Thanksgiving... and Christmas, if I am employed and the doctors okay it, may actually find me flying to New York to visit brothers and sisters that were kept from me far too long. That's a little far ahead for me right now.. .more a dream than a plan.
As I have a little more time on my hands, I will return to writing here more frequently again and I have an adult book in mind as well as a children's book in mind.. so I shall let the writing flow.
With that said, dear readers, I think I will climb into my Jeep and head out to a stationary store to buy some fancy pens and writing tablets.
Blessed be. Stay well.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Shadows of Growth and Miracles: "No turmpets sounds when important decisions are m...
Shadows of Growth and Miracles: "No turmpets sounds when important decisions are m...: I have made a habit over the course of these last many years to spend my New Years Eve and day in quiet reflection. I have learned that the...
"No turmpets sounds when important decisions are made in our life."
I have made a habit over the course of these last many years to spend my New Years Eve and day in quiet reflection. I have learned that there are years that ask questions and there are years that provide answers. 2011 provided me with answers, some I did not care for (most actually) but all opened my eyes to the realities of my life and what I have meant or not meant in the scheme of things. Through these revelations I had truly had an epiphany and am now adding the gratitude of an awakening heart to my nightly ritual of writing down five things I am grateful for.
I realized this morning that I was/am emotionally and physically exhausted from concentrating on things that I wanted to buy for others, for the house or just for me. Things I longed to buy or give, but due to the current economy and my own excessive medical bills, I cannot afford. I felt trapped in a vicious cycle. You see, the more I focused on the lack and on what I could not have (and this includes family as well as material things) the more depressed I became. The more depressed I became the more I focused on the loss and the lack. What my soul was whispering was that what I really yearned for was NOT financial or emotional security but financial and emotional serenity. Today, I was quiet enough to listen to my soul... to that Supreme being trying to show me the open door. What I hunger for is an inner peace that the world can not take away. Therefore, I asked for help and committed to following wheresoever the Universe leads me.
For the first time in my life I discarded my five-year goals I learned to make when I was working towards my Business Administration degree and simply surrender. I want to be a seeker, a pilgrim, and a sojourner.
Deciding to surrender my desire for security and seeking serenity instead, I looked at my life with open/honest eyes. I saw that I had much for which to be grateful. I felt humbled by my riches and regretted that I took for granted the abundance that already existed in my life. How could I or any one else for that matter, expect more from the Universe when I (we) did not appreciate what I already had.
So today, I took inventory of my life's assets: my health is not the best but I am still beating the odds and still here which leaves me open for choice and chance. I have a beautiful daughter and two sons who are making their way in the world, oft times through difficult times and even though we are currently estranged... I love them and am grateful that God allowed me to hold them for a little while. I have a small but comfortable place to live and a great landlord, wonderful neighbors and the laughter of children. I have the memories of 12 years with Jessica and of sharing so many wonderful times with her and I know she has those as well, I have two precious little dogs who daily bring me faithful companionship and joy. I have enough food (most of the time) and cool fresh water. I have a job which allows me to maintain my needs and that is truly all any one needs. And I have been blessed by the love of two wonderful men.. My Doug and Tom. Add to that the blessings of so many wonderful friends who care deeply for me and share in my life as I care about them and share in theirs.
I am still working on this list today and it continues to grow. I have written a new book of poetry which soon will be sent out into the world and hopefully will be well received. Many people have already told me that my writing touches their souls in some way and helps them feel or heal. I truly do believe that what you give to the world will be returned to you -- maybe not all at once or in the way you expect it -- but if I and you give our very very best, the very best must and will come back to us. Now!, not next week, next month, or when things improve, is the time for me to live my beliefs.
Looking at my life's ledger I realize that I am and always will be a very rich woman. What I and so many of us are currently experiencing is merely a cash flow problem, or a misunderstanding that love, patience, and time will heal.. I have come to the realization that my personal net worth cannot be determined by the size of my checking account balance... neither can anyone's
So now, my heart overflows with gratefulness. I am thankful for so many little, precious things. The sweet smell of the Harvest Apple candle burning on my living room table, the memory of the sweet fragrance of Jessicas hair after it was freshly washed and I combed it out for her. My first sip of flavored coffee this morning, the smoked turkey and all the trimmings dinner I made for friends on Christmas Day. I am grateful for being able to hear the words I love you before I went to sleep when my Jessie was here, my children were little, and as I curled up next to Doug as we went to sleep.
Each day offers me moments of pleasure and contentment... it does so for you as well. The important thing is for each of us to notice and appreciate each days gifts.. after all that is why it is called the present.
So today I ask each of you to open the eyes of your eyes and give your life another glance. Are your basic needs met? (mine are). Do you have a home? Food on the table? Clothes to wear? Is there a regular paycheck coming in? Do you have dreams? Can you walk, talk, see the beauty that surrounds you, listen to music that stirs your soul or makes your feet want to dance? Do you have family and friends whom you love and whom you know, deep down love you?
Then pause for a moment with me and with me give thanks. Let your heart awaken to the tranforming power of gratefulness. Be open to exchanigng your need for emotional and financial security for serenity.
Agnes De Mille once wrote "No turmpets sounds when important decisions are made in our life."
"Destiny is made known silently"
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a simple meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for our present and creates dreams for tomorrow.
Sweet dreams my friends.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN
http://youtu.be/P7IbQyG9PL4
61 Years ago this October 17, the Universe welcomed my soul mate, Douglas James Pike into this world. I can't help but wonder what he would look like today. As I watch older couples walk through stores or down a street and see them holding hands... I long for his touch as well and wish we were together again. Sixteen years later, God took him home... and I am so lost without him.
Wishing you a Happy Birthday my love. Wait for me on Brickyard Road... someday we will celebrate it together again... in style
I little new that morning that God
Was going to call your name
In life I loved you dearly
... ... In death I do the same
It broke my heart to lose you
But you did not go alone
For parts of me went with you
The day God called you Home
You left me wonderful memories
Your love is still my guide
And though I cannot see you
I feel you constantly at my side.
Our sweet family chain is broken
And nothing seems the same
But as God calls us
One by one
The chain will link again.
You will always be with me...
Friday, August 12, 2011
The inability to open up to hope is what blocks trust, and blocked trust is the reason for blighted dreams.
"I cannot believe that the inscrutable Universe turns on our sufferings; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest in pure joy" ~ Louise Bogan~
Accepting and blessing our circumstances are powerful tools in the process of true transfiguration. In reality, this potent combination is a spiritual elixir that can work the real miracles in our lives. But what exactly do I see as acceptance? The circumstances the Universe has recently placed me in are showing me that acceptance is actually surrendering to what are my circumstances, my feelings, my problems, my financial status, my work, my health (which continues to deteriorate), my relationships with people, the delay of my dreams and even more difficult the delay of my absolute need to be returned to the individual I once was and was born to be.
Last night, as I prayed for wisdom while gazing at a star filled sky with my sweet little shihtzus sleeping on the patio with me, I realized that before any further change can occur in my life that I have to understand that this is the way it is meant to be right now.For me, this surrender is a journey through the dark night of the soul. It has become the silent scream, the whispered prayer, and the quiet tears. It is chanting over and over and over again "it's all right". It is all right as in "You lead, I will follow". It's all right as in "Everything will turn out right if you just let go and follow because this is, quite simply, such a small part of such a very long journey."
Last night, during that dark night of the soul, there was an epiphany. Suddenly I understand that a great deal of my struggles to remain content despite outside circumstances have actually arisen as I stubbornly resisted what was happening to me in my life at the present moment. True, in many cases that same stubbornness has literally keep me physically alive but spiritually and emotionally it prevented me from true growth in my faith and in the Natural Order of things.
I have learned, albeit slowly, that when I surrender to the reality of the situation - when I don't continue to resist, but truly surrender - a softening in my very soul occurs. Its as if the steam of struggle has been allowed to escape from life's immense pressure cooker. Last night, looking at scrapbooks of me and my granddaughter under a star filled sky we shared so many times, I humbly accepted my circumstances and my true position. and I relaxed.
Last night, I reclaimed my center and finally feel the electrical vibrations alter, the rate of my heartbeat dropping down, and my fear dissipating... i am not at the helm any longer; I never was. Finally, I can once again tap into the boundless positive energy of a Universe NOT hell bent on destruction but on rebirth and creation. Surrender illuminates reality and lights the way to the next step where the Universe is waiting to lead me further.
"Our task is to say a holy YES to the real things of our life as they exist"~ Natalie Goldberg" So yes, this is my battered, bruised, torn apart body that will be rebuilt and made even better so that I may be of greater and longer service... and to give love with for a longer lifetime. This happy space of my granddaughter's is now my the recovery room of my heart, taking me back to a time I never really knew - surrounded by dolls, princesses, fairies, and stuffed animals... all helping to reclaim the little girl in a too soon woman's body. This is where I am to learn special lessons so i can be better ... Where I walk with her in memories of snow, petrified forests, Indian Ruins, horseback rides, swimming pools, and cloud gazing.
I now understand, almost intuitively, that I am now past the Maidens Nubile beauty and the Mother's nourishing breasts have been stripped away from me; never to return. The recent thyroid cancer surgery, skin cancers, liver biopsies and my most recent surgery are turning a once pretty body into a road map of scars. But I know they are battle wounds. I will not regret them further.
I am now entering a new stage... even more vibrant, sensual, beckoning...I am entering that long awaited period of stark individuality - what pagans call the Crone (no do not confuse this with physical age or deterioration of body or spirit) -and in many ways, I feel like a baby; alive and filled with wonder. Taking a stronger hand and walking the path with God. A second birth with the knowledge of my talents, skills, true purpose and, most of all, the limits by which my life will now be lived. I understand. I accept. I surrender.
There are two new books to complete writing (both with waiting publisher). A new Real Estate Business to try to build as I sign on with a new broker. A better place of employment to be found that will be more fulfilling and challenging intellectually. I may not be able to hike or travel much right now, but I believe there will be again. And I know that, if the Universe grants me enough time, there will be laughter to share once more with a special granddaughter (our bond was always strong and love filled)... and maybe even with her mother and uncles and cousins once again.
"The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers."
Blessed be.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
A BUDDING FLOWER
A BUDDING FLOWER
(For Jessica as she turns 13)
"Child of Moonbeams and starlight" ...
Is how I have described you to others,
My dearest Jessica.
But,
You are now no longer a child,
Nor are you fully grown
(As if any of us is).
How to now regard you,
My granddaughter of thirteen years?
With love, of course.
And gratefulness that
The God and Goddess of the Universe
Blessed my life with your presence.
And with awe,
In observing the inner beauty
That your physical presence reflects.
Not "fully grown ..."
Yet a full, whole person
With dignity, strong intellect
And passions for nature, learning
and laughter
I have observed from life that
All is experience and growth.
You are surely poised, now,
To experience life to the fullest,
And to grow into the great and wonderful woman
Of which you are now the budding flower.
Happy Birthday to the greatest anniversary present your grandpapa and I ever received. Though we may be kept apart for reasons neither of us fully comprehend... you are with me constantly in heart, mind, and soul. I sent you a birthday card and hope you received it. Put 13 dollars inside.. one for each precious year.
Until I see you once again... know Mom-mom loves you always.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
The Music Of His Soul
When they were quite small...we presented all of the children with musical instruments... a guitar to our oldest, a drum set to our middle child, and a piano to our youngest on Christmas morning. During the day, we watched in amazement as the children chose "different instruments" then those Santa had given them. The oldest gravitated to the piano and seemed to have a natural inclination to playing it. Our youngest, our only girl, gravitated to the drums and also seemed to be a natural. But what amazed us most is that our middle child, who gravitated to the guitar... excelled. Years later, when he was around 16, he was voted as the second best guitar player in the state of AZ. I hear him always in my mind... playing and singing songs he wrote himself... the music of his soul.
This poem, dedicated to our middle child, will also be found in the new book I am writing... Dancing With the Spirit of Shadowplay
THE MUSIC OF HIS SOUL
My son’s fingers are like a ballerina in dance
The calluses upon his fingers
Similar to the feet of the dancer
His mother used to be
Strumming the string’s
upon his instrument;
his life.
The music is his soul
His mind is captive
The solitude plays in his head
Profound the words
He writes
He becomes the music
which he gives life to
And so the instrument
and the man
become fixated in my mind
It’s a marriage of two
Which become one
His music will forever play on
In my heart and soul.
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