My interpersonal relationships play themselves out, in repeated fashion.
Therefore, I ask, “What’s the big deal?”
Define family:
For me, an ill-defined problem – Continue reading What’s Next?
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Cumpleano ~
Three Funerals and a Wedding
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”
HEAVY Conversation
Do I look fat to you?
I don’t look fat to me. But, at the time that picture was taken, I thought I was huge. I thought no one wanted to know me or talk to me.
How did I get that way?
Could it possibly have been from a brother that told me I was a fatty, fatty, two by four? It was one of his repetitive tortures, that gave him a sense of power. Or, was it from a brother-in-law, that called me lard ass, like that was my name? Continue reading HEAVY Conversation
Step It Up
Taking it all in stride, Rooster is working to keep up with our granddaughter’s husband. He’s a tall one. Roo is having the time of his life, telling this walking man, everything he’s ever known about the world of welding. If he wants to be heard he has to shuffle much faster, to keep up with those long legs.
The future looks bright.
My husband came home to be by his father’s side, in his time of need.
Now he finds himself, keeping up with the young, that have their whole life in front of them.
They have a baby on the way.
A new baby is like the beginning of all things – wonder, hope a dream of possibilities. ~ LeShan
This Is Life
Remember friend, as you pass by ~ As you are now, so once was I ~ As I am now, you soon shall be ~ So prepare for Death and follow me.
This is an epitaph from a relative’s tombstone. Words that I grew up with. My grandmother, mother and aunt, use to take us to the cemetery, after Mass. It seemed appropriate to visit the dead, on Sunday.
To walk with head bowed, looking at the dirt and envisioning the emptiness. The nothingness of the after-life. It looked like a weird neighborhood. The tombstones had addresses that were years; one – to the other. The personalities living on in quirky sayings, that haunted me in the week.
I took those words to heart. How was I to prepare for death? Continue reading This Is Life
My Monkey – My Circus
THE SHOW MUST GO ON!
These empty seats represent my family ~ the dead and the living.
Life is a comic-tragedy.
Shakespeare has nothing on us.
Mama Cheri’s Cabin
It’s nine o’clock on a Sunday. It’s beautiful weather out – for here. Never mind that my nose is suffering from the chemically polluted air. My nose works hard to protect me; to save my life.
I work hard to protect me; to save my life.
I recently read Uncle Tom’s Cabin. What a good book. The characters became important to me. I wanted them to live – to survive – to overcome the evil, atrocities of their everyday existences.
Faced with being separated from his family, due to the harsh circumstances, called slavery, Uncle Tom accepted. He put his faith in Jesus, and a life beyond. He had faith that Christ was the answer.
This is not what I want to write, a commentary on Uncle Tom; Little Eva, Prue and Aunt Chloe. I want to tell you about Mama Cheri’s Cabin. Continue reading Mama Cheri’s Cabin
A New Dream
Here I am, waking up in this foreign land. Three weeks ago, I was settled in my casita; making my life, building new and mending what has been tattered and torn.
A phone call changed everything. A fall changed everything. My eighty-two year old father-in-law, sounded weak. We knew we had to go home. Home, to our other home. The tickets, the TSA, the missed beats in my rhythm. The changing of tunes.
He’s no longer with us now.
One day that will be me. None of us get out of life alive.
We wake up in one dream, we sleep, and we wake in another.
Over and over and over and over and over ~
Reflection
27 short years ago, today, my life was changed. For thirty-one years, I had tried to get my feet on the ground; tried to make things work. But I failed. I failed miserably.
I couldn’t keep a job. I had constant anxiety, but didn’t know what anxiety was.
For some reason, I was pegged. I lived under a cloud of other people’s words, and other people’s opinions. They were a weight around my neck and I was drowning.
I prayed for help and I got it!
Today, on this anniversary, I am letting go of the stormy petrels that haunt me. Or maybe, they’ve let go of me. Either way, I’ve paid my dues.
Fish Eye Farm 