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Friday’s Five

I am two days away from a five  year anniversary of writing this blog. Writing those first entries and wondering where they would lead… I did not picture myself as a widow, an activist, a world traveler, a theology student. Yet, here I am–all of these and more. We just never know what is around the corner. 

I have lived through many seasons, and I am still able to say I am grateful for so much. That is pure gift. Pure grace. Tonight, these five from the past week:

  • Safe travel to and from Austin, where I spoke with a policy advisor and participated in a rally for public education, teachers, and retirees’ benefits.
  • The realization that I am not afraid to stand up and fight for what is right, regardless of who stands with me.
  • The awareness that when I am true to myself, the universe rises up to help me.
  • The acknowledgement that I have a lot of goals to work on in the future and how happy that makes me.
  • Knowing that difficult situations do not last forever, and when they do come ( because they will indeed come), to trust that a power bigger than me has my back. 

Listen to your heart and follow where it leads. Remember that you are here at this moment in time for a purpose. You don’t have to see the whole picture. Just keep pressing on. Peace. 


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Friday’s Five

Freedom to —–

Speak

Write

Create

Come and go as I please

Live without explanation

Folks, I take nothing for granted. So many live in this land of freedom and cannot even fathom what it means to say what they think, wear what they want, post or tweet or Snapchat or IG  what they choose, go where they want. 

Please think about this.

Independence Day is coming up. How free are you to be the person you know you are? 

If someone is limiting you, take a step back. Re-evaluate. Make a change. You enter and leave this world alone. Don’t let anyone hold you hostage while you’re here.

Happy 4th. 


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Friday’s Five

To the person who posted on FB: My weekend’s gonna suck. Geez,woman. You’re mid-forties. Did your daughter die in a wreck today? At some point, it helps us all if you would shut up.

Shameful. I know. But I’m sick of whiners.

 And this: I love you all but you shouldn’t post if you have a drink because an alcoholic might see it and be tempted. You should be a witness.

Really? What about the posts of family parties for folks who lost their family? Why post wedding pics? It might upset a widow. What about those cute baby pics? Does that harm the infertile?

You may sense a different voice today.

It’s still me. I’m just weary of people who still refuse to realize: This. Moment. Is. All. We. Get. For. Sure. 

Not the next one. This one. So for heaven’s sake, try/attempt/make some kind of effort to see a glimpse of good.

Here are mine, in the midst of a sorrowful, heartbreakingly sad week for friends I know…still, I was present to see:

1) a friend gave me a stack of art supplies and, at the last second said Wait. I have one more thing if you even want this. This turned out to be an Infant Jesus of Prague statue…He is my favorite, unbeknownst to her until that moment.

2) instant coffee dyed art papers. This led to clothesline stringing and more art making. I need this in my life.

3) lighting a candle in a church on my one- year-old granddaughter’s birthday. Holding the match with her. Watching her eyes widen at the light. Knowing in that moment we each get that chance to witness. Don’t miss it…

4) a publication called womankind. Look it up. It is the real deal and a place of ad free inspiration for creatives.

5) knowing. The greatest gift of all…realizing we can lose it all in an instant. Cherishing the people (ourselves included) that we see each day. 

Love and mercy. I still have a way to go, but I’m trying.


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Friday’s Five

I booked a flight to visit my daughter in Amsterdam  and  Maastricht. 

It was a fairly quick decision and a good one. I’ll never forget the joy of that trip and the people and experiences associated with it.

I filled journal pages on the way home with images. Reminders of those days. 

My first grandchild came thirteen days early, but she was considerate enough to wait until I returned back home to the states.

I hold her. That little baby…

Over and over, I write words of thanksgiving in my journal. Thanksgiving that I have these days  to fly or stay home.

To see my daughter in her element, happy and confident. Beautiful.

To see my son hold his newborn daughter. And hand her to me to hold.

To realize we do not have to explain anything to anyone. The emotions of living are so complex, so competing at times. I do well to accept them as they come without expectation. It really is what it is. 

We get this one life, friends. Embrace it. Live it. Reach out to people and listen to their stories.

Smile at them.

Understand you don’t have to answer to anyone here. You really don’t. You are free. Live that freedom.

Fly…