Sunday, August 20, 2017
>my mind began to turn over pages of the past for me this evening. Some of them flew by so quickly that there was barely time to see what year they may have covered. It seems that I've been drawn backwards to a time I once lived and now I'm living again. I enjoy the reminders of how things once were and how they seem to be again. In my heart of hearts I know it can't last much longer because some sort of spiritual rhythm is at work within me and I'm not supposed to be in the same place for too long. Growing up I was not ever in what some would refer to as a home. There were places that felt like home for a little while but they did not last. Oddly enough I didn't even come 'home' from the hospital with my mother. I was kept there for ten-twelve days after being born because of difficulties in survival. Obviously I did survive but there are so many questions concerning what it was I survived that is wrapped in the cloak of untruths shared with family members(most of them dead now)and the outright lies that were perpetrated by those closest to me. When I finally came 'home' from the hospital I was placed with an aunt. My mother's sister who was a school teacher with a 10 year old daughter. I know now from memories that I was with them for at least two years. I was walking about and trying to run when I was moved from the aunt's home to the home of my father and mother. Following that I was placed in the care of one grandmother or the other until I began school. Weird stuff went on during those years. The stuff that nightmares are made from including a one legged life size doll nearly three feet in height that lived in the closet of the room in which I was placed in my parent's house.
Monday, May 22, 2017
Thursday, March 02, 2017
I slept very briefly this morning, an hour at most. I don't know what woke me but I do know that it was some sort of sound that I heard. When I arrived on the second floor I could hear the distant cry(more like a whimper)of Cocoa. She is the tiniest of our 6 fur kids. Why do we have 6 Chihuahuas? That is an amazing tale comprising a step daughter that has never been able to remain out of prison for very long. She is 45 now and has spent 25 years either in jail, on probation, in prison, or on parole; in other words her adult life has been supervised by the laws which govern the land. She just doesn't do well when left to her own devices. That being said we rushed off to Michigan a few years ago after the U.S. Marshals apprehended her in a failed attempt to avoid prosecution for felonies committed in South Dakota. Our task in driving 2,200 miles was to rescue her two dogs which were going to be put down. We gave her Twinkie to replace her need for a companion when she got out of prison several years ago. Twinkie is just a sweet lovable cross breed with some cocker and some poodle and maybe a smattering of something else for grins. When she fled South Dakota the kid took with her a puppy given her by a boy friend. That one's name is Ellie Mae and she is the mother of three of the little ones we raised after the daughter was imprisoned once again. Life has a way of being humorous even at the worst of times. Some times it does take longer to see the funny side, but it's always there if we look hard enough. God's presence in our lives is kind of like that also. The movement of God's Spirit on our hearts and the promptings that follow are all part of living in accordance with His will for our lives. I keep on enjoying life and praising the Lord for each new day. Even when the day begins too early like this one there is a reason I am up and moving. If for no other reason then to take care of one of our fur kids that needs attention. Deep yawns coming now and I know I am going to sleep peacefully. Maybe I'm getting nervous about the daughter getting off parole in a couple of years. She does not do well if she isn't supervised and her mother doesn't do well when she is worrying, which in turn means that there are going to be some sleepless nights at our house. Far too many times when we thought and prayed that things might be going well for her the phone has begun to ring bringing sad news. Then the journey through time begins once more. It's not just the miles, it's all the baggage that accompanies the life style choices. I worked in the South Dakota State Penitentiary for 8 very long years. I'm not suggesting that I understand the criminal mind, but I do have insight gained from experience. This night we shall all rest easy. My honey and I always slept better when the wayward daughter was incarcerated. Then we at least knew where she was and that there was not a lot of trouble likely to occur - Bwahahahahahaha - trouble just seems to plague some folks. Got a son like that too!!!
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Saturday, December 03, 2016
A few years ago prior to my cataract surgeries I had no idea my color perceptions had slipped away - going from 80/60 vision to 20/20 was amazing in itself - especially on two wheels where being able to watch out for others is a must - but more importantly as time passed has been my perception of colors - sooo very thankful today that the vibrancy and depth of color has been gifted me once more - the thought I would like to consider for this weekend has to do with faith and our perceptions - perhaps as we grow older we lose some of the clarity and vibrancy of our faith - like maybe it 'clouded' over as various portions of our lives slowed down - Aerosmith....."I don't wanna miss a thing...." - today my vision is way better - I'm working on those perceptions of people - it's a 'faith' thing! The preceding thoughts were posted on FB a bit ago this all comes on the heels of a discovery made during the process of sorting out the bits and pieces of life as my honey and I complete the final projects on our home. Still sorting and sifting through the remains of my parent's and grandparent's estates. Legal stuff is now pretty much over and in the past. Thank God for small miracles of survival! I found an old flash drive a few days ago with pix of when we began eight years ago. the photos I'm sharing are from that drive. Truly a labor of love. I have never been in any home more than this one and I truly have grown fond of the place. It houses my tears, blood, sweat, fears, joys, and grief. In the midst of it all there has been laughter and wonderful smiles. All of the emotions that make up the life with which God has gifted me are here! It is good. I give thanks each day for the journey and the love God has shown me. Love is an ongoing experience of the Lord's presence in my life and like everything else I want to share it with others. So here is a little of where we began this latest chapter together and a peek at where we are today! God bless you and yours this Christmas season! Just so you will know I am still a registered Democrat as I have been since age 18. I voted for Trump and I am so thankful that he is going to be the president of my country. One nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.