Today I was reluctant to get out of bed. Since my father passed away some two weeks or so ago I have not been sleeping very well. Each night I wake up and remain so for several hours. My mind races with the regret of what could have been.
Alas, God is the master planner.
I would not be the me that I am today without the sum total of all the life experiences, so this was the path He chose for me.
I am content, but the subconscious still feels regret and as such, insomnia has been a frequent visitor.
On a lighter note, these are the flowers blooming outside my window today and I always find such joy in the things of nature.
This is a close-up of those tiny bits of joy.
Then the beauty below.
The image below we called them cat-tails back in South America.
Do enjoy the rest of this day the Lord has made for us and be blessed!
Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com one year ago.
One year ago I took tentative baby steps towards a forever journey. I came to WP and found a wonderfully supportive family.
A year ago I made my first post and hit the publish button, not having a clue as to what I was doing, but you kind and generous people decided to read, befriend and journey along with my fledgling self …
So here’s to you!!!
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On this platform I discovered literary giants, from whom I can learn and grow and I am so grateful.
So here’s to you my WP family, I am grateful, I appreciate you ALL. Let’s continue to grow together!
Things lost in relocation — A nostalgic look back!
I arrived in N.Y. from South America several decades ago. It was a February day, cold and snowing. Matter of fact my trip began in the Caribbean island of Antigua and I recall the coldness that permeated the aircraft as we entered the northern hemisphere. We touched down at JFK airport and my soul came home — I fell in love! This is where I was born to be!
It was a glorious February day and a boon to a person who had spent their young days always sweating profusely. I did not know what the ailment was called at that time (hyperhidrosis). I just knew I was always hot and sweating when others were dry and seemed perfectly comfortable.
I began visiting Texas since I had family her, but the heat was always a big problem for me. After my first visit I learned that if I were to survive here I had better visit during the winters. And for many years that’s just what I did.
Then in 2010 some life changes were happening and I decided to change my status from visitor to resident. So I trekked on over with bits of my life leaving the bulk of it, both literally and figuratively behind.
Our first day as Texas residents …
Gee and I began working at a large hospital with a super busy ER. I needed to get outside to take a break or just to breathe sometimes. The sun hitting the back of my neck as I walked to my car convinced me I could not live here.
The heat!!! Dear God the heat! I was convinced hell was housed in the south.
But I rallied on and some 10 years later here I remain. My recent trip to NY…my one- time stomping grounds did fill me with some nostalgia.
Things I feel I lost:
1. Shopping …nothing beats N.Y. fashion (and I was a fashionable girl).
2. The cold … I love the cold! It is currently summer here in New York but I recall how much I loved winters here, my favorite time of year. The magic and mystery of it all.
3. The FOOD — the best cuisines from every single culture is offered in its authentic self in N.Y. The competition is steep and your presentation and taste has to be on point to even make the cut as there are so many others to choose from.
4. The sounds — N.Y. is not a quiet city. It rumbles, shouts and rages in a continuous circle…the city never sleeps after all.
5. The people and the fashion — new Yorkers live a life on their own terms.
6. The air of excitement and the busy air of passers by. New Yorkers always seem so busy living life.
New Yorkers dance to the beat of their own drums, I envy that, a little. They conform to and for no one. Their fashion tastes are their own and they make no apologies for their choices. I was once one of those New Yorkers with my own sense of fashion complete with the colored hair.
I realize you lose things in relocation. Texas is now my home but I will always be a New York kinda girl!
This nostalgic trip down memory lane does not mean I am planning to relocate … I just mourn (more like just a little cry) for things I lost that I once had.
Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.”
Mothers: most are wonderful, unselfish, sacrificing, giving, gentle, generous but unfortunately mothers grow old.
When a woman is young, it is usually all about her, once she becomes a mother a godly switch happens.
That tiny bit of God imbibed in her erupts to the surface and continuously flows outward to her offspring.
I believe God made mothers as a small extension of himself.
My mother, my intercessor, my ride or die and the keeper of my secrets.
I could not be a fraction of who I am without her. I am eternally grateful.
My mother, my backbone, my helper, my friend.
What would we do without our mothers?
Where would we be?
A wonderful Mother’s Day!!! To the mothers by biology or by design, it is your day to shine!
God bless each one and their mother/mothers. Amen!