Summing it Up...
Now, that I'm way on the wrong side of sixty, I feel that being true to self is important. "I yam, what I yam." Kindness and smiles are to be given away. Women are strong. Men are more vulnerable than we believe. Husbands may come and go...but one thing I know for sure is that I will NEVAH live without a corgi or coffee in my life if I can prevent it. Come piles of dog fur or hot water!
Friday, December 02, 2011
Time for Tea Thoughts...
We have a covered bridge in town that looks amazingly like this; at least it does in my retro little head.
I was born in '51, was a teen toward the end of the sixties, was a mama of two from the mid-seventies through the mid-nineties. I was set free, cut adrift from the secure anchoring job of mama hood on to the sea of finding self hood by 1996.
I had no one to nurture for the first time in decades. It was scary, lonely, freeing, liberating and manic all at the same time. I sold our family home and moved to a new small town similar to the town I was a child in and began again.
I was perky, zany and bold and walked for three hours a day. Following a painful, grueling divorce in '82, and hiding under a rock and behind my children for fifteen years...it was fun to unfurl, and open up facing the sun again.
I need to experience that feeling again. The fearlessness.
Anybody know what I mean?