We had a death in the Sisterhood two weeks ago. It shook me. It’s actually still shaking me. Other than being in shock still, I am trying to figure out how I feel about it. Not that the universe or God or the Powers that Be are concerned with my take on it all but, for me, I am processing. Trying to put into perspective how it is that a healthy 44 year old friend of mine from earliest childhood can be facebooking me on April 1st and be gone by mid month.
Like I said, It still shakes me.
After I heard the news, I took a walk, fell off the blog for a while, tried to clear my head but, really, I’m not sure if it’s clear yet. I am still around but I am sitting in my quiet place with my faith for a few more minutes….remembering my friend, trying to figure out God and truly appreciating that even when life is not perfect, it is still good and I am fortunate. Give me a few more days. I will get the jumble organized soon. Death is big but I can feel it gelling. Until then, be well, be happy and be thankful that you can enjoy cold coffee, clean up the mess at home and that you can stand in some awful line and wait behind very impatient people. Appreciate the jasmine blooming, the hydrangea just beginning to leaf out, the Gerbera daisies as they show their full color and appreciate the crazy that flows through your life.
It really is all good.
See you soon :).
This is not my art, I found it on Pinterest, but I love it and I am sharing it because I think it’s a good thought to remember. If anyone wants it taken down, just say the word. It’s just so lovely to share the good stuff.
I realized this chair was useful once upon a time…we do sit outside a lot and visit in the South. But, at some point and probably unconsciously, this chair made the transition from functional to yard art. This also resides on the farm in MS and is still a sittable piece but, nonetheless, it props up the tree and just looks peaceful 😉
I promise he was released unharmed 🙂
My grandparents old chicken house. My son is actually standing inside of it. He was curious to say the least! The homemade, rustic ladders and roosts were still in tact 🙂
This is the farm where my mom was raised. It is still owned by the family. This is what is left of my grandparent’s smoke house :).