Love.

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On a  warm, sunny January day,  I was exiting the cemetery after a brief but comforting visit with a few of the people in my life that have departed this temporary home and I was struck by the beauty and grief of this man sitting alone with his departed loved one.   On this particular day, I was feeling a profound sadness in my own heart.  The only place I could place my sorrow was at the feet of those no longer able themselves to feel it.   

When my eyes fell upon this beautiful, lonely man, I was suddenly aware of the overwhelming sense of love he must have felt for the person he was spending his day with.    Sadness in my own heart gave way to compassion for the sadness in his.   As I snapped the photo of him, so many words flooded my mind.  Words like sadness, sorrow, grief, loneliness and pain.   Also loud and clear was the word love.

Love is the eternal word.   It is everlasting -without end.    Love has the power to transcend death.  

What a beautiful message from an old man sitting in a chair alone with the one he loves.

Depression is a Lying Thief

Its dark, heavy shadow consumes your mind - leaving you unable to think
It suffocates you with pain until you can no longer breathe
It steals your breath, then seeps into your heart and covers it like an old shrunken glove
Until, finally it has rendered you unable to love

Depression is a lying thief

It will conquer your body and it is unwilling to leave
The only movement allowed is a solitary tear, streaming down your face
Unable to rest gently on your cheek because the weight of the world brings it crashing onto your soft, silky sheets
Each tear represents suffering that is soul deep
As it takes every bit of your strength just to weep

It's a good life....

Oh, it’s a good life. But its not her life

Not the one she envisioned so long ago

She was a poet.    A free spirit with a story sometimes she wanted to tell

Indeed, she has a pretty sweet life – but its not her life

Her life was going to be magical with beauty never ending  -  lived under a mystical spell.

Where is this girl – I remember thinking I knew her so well

I see glimpses of her now,  but I think it’s a veil

She’s living a good life – just not the life she dreamt

And it takes her breath when realizes that she can’t always recall where her time was spent

Where is that girl that dreamed big –  that love and her pen  could change the world?

She’s busy living a good life – just not the life she dreamt.

Have you ever found yourself missing someone so much that if you pay close enough attention to your body you can feel your heart climbing north into your chest until it actually feels like it is at the base of your throat?  I have.  It’s unbearable and it feels so unfair.

Especially when that someone is lying next to you, straight faced, staring at the dust collecting on the ceiling fan above.   One tear, clinging to his eye lash until finally it can no longer hold on and it rolls gently down his cheeks and rests sadly in the corner of his beautiful lips.  Everything in you screams, “I’m here and I’m going to make you better.”  But in reality, no sound escapes your lips.  In reality, your unwavering love and support may be a comfort but it’s not enough.   It’s hard to imagine that love really isn’t enough. That awareness strikes fear into your heart so much so that it is paralyzing and temporarily, you forget how to breathe.

Have you ever looked into the face of another and knew instinctively that they too battle this fear?  I have.   There are no words – only long, tight hugs that suggest you understand their grief and despair.   So you listen and you whisper, “I’ll pray.”   But in your heart of hearts you have your doubts that prayer will make a change.   Today, prayer is all you have to offer.

Depression is a lonely and dark place.  Not only for the suffering mind of the tortured soul, but for the loved ones who want so desperately to rescue them from this battlefield of hopelessness, but can’t find the road to reach them there.

I could write the secrets my heart holds

I could heal the world with intention

I could live in the present moment, as if I only had today

All people could live their own truth

All children felt protected – every single day

Love was a promise we would always keep

Families always forgave

The spoken word was never a sword

The written word - always the truth

Pain was never more than one could bear

Friends never go away

Memories never fade

Forever was something I could believe

Life was fair

I could sing.

Working Mom.........

Okay, so today is my fourth Monday as a “stay at home mom.”  I love summers because they give me the chance to breathe, enjoy some free time, enjoy the company of my children (who are growing up way too fast!) and accomplish things I simply cannot  do during the hectic real life as a mom with a 40ish hour per week job outside the home.  I’m extraordinarily lucky in that I am a stay at home mom for nine weeks every year.   In a sincere effort not to sound judgmental or criticize those wonderful women who have chosen to or have been fortunate enough to choose this path of stay at home mom, I would just like to say: I appreciate the love and support you give to your family and children; however, please refrain from ever, ever - seriously suggesting that the life of a stay at home mom is more difficult than that of a mom who works outside of the home.  A woman who works 40, 50 possibly 60 hours away from home still must come home to cook dinner, wash laundry, assist with homework, iron clothes and prep for the next day’s school day, including wardrobe, and ensuring everyone in the family remains on task.  I guess I could also mention being the taxi driver responsible for getting the kids to and from school (on time) as well as any other activities  they choose to belong to (in my case it was Karate 3 x per week for a minimum of 2 hours per night for six years and now the skatepark).   I am a “working mother” who spent seven years as the PTSO president of her children’s school.  Interestingly enough, I didn’t come across many “stay at home” moms willing to sacrifice their time to volunteer when asked (except for a few beautiful souls).   I also spent  most lunch hours being on  campus with my kids to volunteer for everything ranging from selling snacks, reading books,  helping to plant gardens, supervising after school clubs and attending after school games while my daughter played  softball  and volleyball. 

Having the option of spending 9 weeks away from my jobs each year has  given me a pretty good insight as to how a stay at home mom spends her days.   I will tell you it looks absolutely nothing like my “real life”  or the life of many women who spend their days at the office, bank, school or hospital!       The audacity of comparing a stay at home mother to that of a mother who works outside of the home is absolutely hilarious and actually borders on ridiculousness.   It’s as though someone neglected to realize that everything a stay at home mother does; a mother who works away from the house must also do, but with 50 hours less per week to complete!     I recently read a quote that a stay at home mom is worth about $113,000.00 per year while a working mom is worth somewhere in the neighborhood of 69,000,  I call Shenanigans!  Whoever came up with that absurd number is invited to promptly kiss my hard working ass.

Let’s just say, If this were a workday – no way in hell I’d have time to write this blog J

There is only "We."

It amazes me how quickly we learn and forget lessons. There really is no “us” and “them.” There is only “we.” Ultimately, we will all come to a place in our lives where we fully understand this notion. My hope is that the timing does not come in our last hour.

Without a doubt, there are people in our lives who we hold closer to our hearts, we cheer for a little louder and we love with more passion. What we have to remember collectively is that those people may have a tighter hold on our heart strings but those relationships don’t fill our love to its capacity. Our capacity to love is limitless. Love for one human being NEVER limits the ability to love another – ever.

Withholding love from another because you are angry, disappointed or feel they’ve made poor life choices may buffer you from pain in the moment but ultimately you will suffer because you are closing off your own potential to love and feel loved. Withholding love is the most critical mistake of all. Personally, I’d rather suffer the short term hurt than lose the long term relationship.

Now, if I’m going to be on board the honesty boat (thank you Vanessa & Kate), I cannot pretend that I haven’t been guilty of passing judgment on another or feeling quite angry over decisions they’ve made in their own lives. Learning to love and embrace the person without loving and embracing each of their life decisions, is a freeing experience and a necessary one in opening your hearts and allowing the fullest opportunity to love. After all, it is not my job to critique the life decisions of others, nor is it anyone else’s. The purpose of our lives is not a complicated one – it is quite simple. Love one another, without judgment and without exception.

I’m feeling a bit preachy here and that is not my goal. My goal is simply to remind who ever may take the time to read this blog that time is not endless and we must love each other now. If we don’t get it today – we will someday – but will that day be one day too late?