Today is the day I wondered about six, twelve, eighteen … twenty-four months ago. I am grateful for faith’s role in handling what must be done for Mom’s estate. Hired a company to come and empty the bedrooms. I “leaked,” for sure, interacting with my sister and I “leaked” at other moments as well. However,…
Writing is, in a sense, a measure of time. I always begin with the date, and I always feel the same thing: look at time move. I often find that what really matters has nothing to do with results; it has to do with who I want to be as a human. My eyes see…
Thank you HP for my home. I am happy here. I feel safe. It is just enough for me. In other words, I am satisfied. Content. I’ve grown accustomed to living on my own. In my Spirit, I’ve pretty much released “the holidays” this year. Turkey day; Spend-a-thon day (formerly known as Christmas)… and New…
Living in Mom’s house. I never really wanted to. I still feel that way now. Some folks have mentioned the benefit of taking Mom’s house, and the benefit they offer is always financial. But I can’t imagine Mom’s house ever being anything other than her house. I cannot imagine Mom’s house looking any other way…
My human mind is tricky. It sees and judges. It hears and decides. It feels a sensation and responds immediately. It wanders incessantly. It debates itself. It goes up and down on a seesaw of emotions. There is little to no distance between its ideas and its instructions … this is not a place in…
Yesterday there was a weight of sadness on my heart… missing Mom. I prayed (talked to God). Talked to her. Gave myself the truth that grief is inevitable. I miss her. I am trying to live in the gratitude of having spent so much time with her over the last four years. Visits, TV, movies,…
Faith & Roses 