I love my children, simple as that. I think each one knows that. I love them as a whole unit and as individuals. Not one of them can ever be replaced. They are woven in my heart, mind, and soul as long as I draw breath. After that, I have no idea, so I won’t go beyond what I know here on Earth. We humans long to believe that love is forever, but forget that forever is not something we really understand. Scores of people through books, scientific studies, and sermons attempt to shed some light on it, but which one of us can really understand? The one thing I know for sure, is someday we each will have that discovery and answer for ourselves. In the meantime, I will love my children to the best of my ability on the limited basis I know here on Terra Firma.

Morning is past the light has gone
Evening tide rolls thick with fog
Soon night shall claim a restless soul
Whose mind and heart with sorrow untold
Once hope did breathe so shallow there
Within the being of one so fair
Small child of yesterday in time
I weep I weep dear child o’ mine
The tears that flow down cheeks of kin
Spill for the life that might have been
God knows the reasons and the why
So He may comfort by and by
If mercy shows His part Divine
Then heart and soul can rest in time

Copyright 2013

Another Saturday…

April 27, 2013

Years pass by. Days are long. Life is short. The older I become the more I understand I know nothing. I see through my lens and adjust accordingly through others, but in the end it is still mine. All the motivational materials in whatever form are still outside of myself. I am inside somewhere. Deeper than this temporary body. Created by something far more magnificent than anything I can even begin to imagine. Life is now.

Saturday Morning Heat…

April 20, 2013

Sitting here with my afghan tucked around my legs over the floor vent. Yep. It is cold, sunny and quiet. Letting the dog out was short lived cause once she felt the nip, right back through the door in a couple minutes. Still going through things for my sale. Wrote a note for keeping on track: IT’S JUST STUFF. It’s good to keep a few things around to remember times/people/places, but I want to resist a steady buildup. Uselfulness is not sitting around in a closet or box somewhere in most cases and yes, I do know there are exceptions. Going through my two closets I realized there won’t be much clothing. The donation boxes have received several trips since we’ve been here. Looking forward to doing the sale and having that lightness that follows. I noticed that I’ve been in a really creative mood as I’ve been going through and gathering things. I’ve even been painting with an abandon. Reading about clutter in times past I remember someone wrote that clutter in things can result in a cluttered mind. That must be it. I have a lot less ‘things’ than several people I know, but just as we are all individuals, the stuff I have is too much for my liking. Some people enjoy a collection sitting around in a room. I’m more the type to put a grouping on a small side table. The bug has bit, so boxes are a part of my life at this moment in time.

This is the world. Hug but don’t touch. Speak, but don’t tell the truth. Respect and disrespect, respectively. See and be blind. Hear with a closed mind. The world is crazy and that’s what makes it sane.

and wasps, bumblebees, bats, and pollen. Yep, I’ve encountered each of them this week. Oh, I forgot about the brown rabbit romping in the uncut grass in my backyard. Ears sticking up like twin radars tuning in to the sweet sounds of springtime. Looks like rain is headed this way tonight which means the lovely yellow color of pollen will wash away from everything exposed. My sinuses send their best regards. I’ve finally figured out this deal with the blog postings. So glad, as I enjoy writing and keeps both fingers and mind nimble. Today has been very fortunate for me, obtaining a trunkload of flat boxes and a backseat of ready boxes for a yard sale. All free. Shying away from this for years, it is time to gather those items and sit through a few hours of people. Last time I held one I still showed signs of youthfulness in hair color. 😀 A different mindset is what I’ve embarked upon this time. That makes all the difference in the world. Besides, it’s interesting to watch people and getting paid a bit to do so is pure bonus. With a cleaned out section of my house that makes for a third times’ the charm, don’t you think?