I’m flying – I’m flying. I am soaring above the houses looking down. The perspective is not the same. The view of life is different when one is flying high in the sky. Looking down from the window of an airplane changes the scope. The houses and buildings look smaller. The cars riding on the
Time is flying – rush here, rush there. Jump out of bed in the morning. Eat breakfast hurriedly. Open the computer to get the latest email and news. Record tv programs I want to watch when I have the time. Is the mail here yet? I have to exercise.
There is much to do every
My biggest hurdle is not to go to the past. RUMINATE! RUMINATE! My brain can be filled with stories of what I did. Why did I do it? If only I could change it. I write in my head the scenario of how I should have handled one or many situations. It starts to take
Our porch outside our living room is deteriorating and has to be replaced. It was discovered after a leak appeared. The tile was removed. The cement underneath was disintegrating. Everything looked fine on the outside with just a few clues there might be a problem. Well, the problem was huge, the porch could have fallen
The world is in such turmoil. It is easy to become negative and full of fear. We turn on the TV and find out about another killing or killings. Panic can weave it’s way into our psyche. The airwaves are filled with what can happen if we are not on guard constantly.
Injustice is prevalent.
It is 2016. My son, Forrest, left on March 11,1995 by taking his own life. I am just today donating his beautiful, black cashmere coat, one of the few articles of his that I have left. This is one of the hardest things I have done. What motivated me to do it is that Forrest
Little did I know that my journey would continue to take me on a road full of learning and awakening. My life seemed to be sewn up in the past, present and future. The past was in a box, the present in the moment, the future a compilation of the past and present.
Fireworks are exploding, something went wrong. Children are running to get away from the fire. What started out to be a beautiful vision became harmful. Danger enters our lives. We want to run. That is a natural reaction. To protect ourselves, we have to handle each situation differently. If it’s a fire, we have to
There are people on a raft in the middle of a deep lake. A storm roars across the water causing waves to form and the raft to bob in the water. The people hang onto the raft and one another for dear life. Fortunately the raft doesn’t tip. The fingers on the hands of some
i know what it is like to live with a bipolar child. I know the anguish, fear and worry that goes long with that. My son, Forrest, showed the first signs of that brain disease when he was in 9th grade. I felt responsible…that I had not been a good mother. “If only I had