The whole day

Seriously, it took the whole day and two glasses of Pinot Grisio to get me in front of the screen to write. Oh, and a square inch of Theo’s dark chocolate. I could’ve eaten the whole bar, but I need to pace myself on the stuff, a slow steady supply is perfect for the soul.

Anyway, here I am and I facing some heavy reflections from my vaca. Here in lovely Seattle, where the air and water are fresh and the connections few, I have time to think, to sit, to ponder. I think that what is important fades to the background here, but it doesn’t disappear. It’s a constant on my heart and mind, the conversations, the interactions I had with the people I love. They don’t go away.  I know and have learned what’s important in life. I’m one blessed individual to have been given a chance, again, not one chance, but multiple to figure it out.

Do I have it all figured out? H-e–l-l no! (I’ve wanted to say that!) I’m not saying that. I’m blessed, but I have obeyed the “voice”of God these days because I know I didn’t in my past. I was the queen of doing what I pleased. I was the quintessential brat. Spoiled in the “soul”way. I thought life revolved around my desires. I had to be shown I wasn’t all that. I had to be torn down to finally “see”. My life had to come crashing down around me in order for me to smell coffee brewing.

Do I know 100% what He wants from me in this life? No, I don’t. Do I have the answers to the problems of this world? Not even close. My gift isn’t intellect, nor especially insight. That isn’t what He’s given me. What He’s given me is mercy. I deserve punishment for ALL the wrong I have done and continue to do, but no, He continues to give me mercy and I’m just so grateful, so, so grateful.

But here’s the thing. I’m not special. I’m not favored. I believe His love is for everyone. Everyone is given the same as God gives me. His gifts are for all who choose to believe and who choose love.

What are you going to choose today? What voice are you obeying today? What has happened in your life to get your attention? What has happened that has made food unappealing and life scary? Are you wondering how you’ll live another day? Yeah, I’ve been there as well. I want you to know you’re not alone. I remember it well and won’t allow myself to forget it.

Finding home

There’s plenty of hospitality and friendliness and smiles in Texas, that’s true. The visits with friends and family are welcomed fun and needed. The familiarity of what I once considered home, comforts my soul, like putting on a worn jacket when that first chill of fall makes it’s presence known.

I’m keeping my heart open to the realities of my life. There was a time when I struggled to find a place to call home. I longed to find a place to hang my hat, to grow roots, but no more. I’m not running anymore. I have found my places to be, my places to visit with the people I love and cherish. Home for me is my loved ones. The ones who make my heart sing.

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Downtown Fort Worth. My home town and where my son currently lives.

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Kansas City, where my son plans to move.
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Seattle is where my husband, daughter and I currently reside.

My “states” of life

I was born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas, and I moved only once at the age of 5 to a town 10 minutes away. Most of the first half of my life, I lived in one house. That was a stable time, in a small world.

I didn’t even dream of the rest of the world that was out there and that I would later have so many addresses in it. From the Pacific coast to the Atlantic and back again,  I ask myself, “Has the journey come to an end in Seattle, Washington?” “Are we home yet?”

My adult life has been filled with new experiences, cultures, climates and terrain and though, slow, I’ve adapted to most, and some of the places I’ve even loved, but I’m ready to settle down. Or am I?

I’ve lived in these places:

Texas, California, New York, New Jersey, Colorado and Washington

Will there be more?

Car show

It had to happen, a day of posting missed! I’m not going to fret, I’m human and life happens. So, here it is:

I’m sitting in the middle of a long layover in the Denver airport, on my way to see family and friends. I’m very excited for my 3 week vacation.

But, before I left I had a date with my hub, we enjoyed a sunny day at the Greenwood car show and got a shot of this beauty:

image        What a fun car!

There were plenty out there. What I had a hard time with is wondering how much or how little they are driven and how much they cost! Some of the cars looked in mint condition, down to the motor. So, that is admirable, but funny how it reminded me of a set of crystal glasses I have lying around in my garage. We’ve lived in Washington for a few years and that box never got opened.

This has nothing to do with cars, but simply a reminder to me that certain things are special and should be saved due to the special memories attached to them, but other things? I’m not so certain they’re doing much good packed into a garage in a box. Or, open the box and enjoy a drink from a heavy, beautiful crystalline object!

My favorite part of the car show was hanging out with my husband, talking about this and that and admiring beautiful cars.

~Peace friends

Mid Day Post

I’m unashamedly posting at 12:54 to keep my trend and to remain unpredictable. Or maybe that’s just me. The point is to remain steady with the goal.

To Write Daily.

In between chores and writing, I’ve been fixated this morning on the sad news of yesterdays shooting of innocent people, 6 women and 3 men. After reading the article on the Seattle Times, I decided that one thing I can do for now is to blog about it. Things of this nature need to interrupt our busyness, our goings about. We need to talk about, share, and do something. This is senseless!

The article says:

“This shooting “should be a warning to us all that we do have a problem in our society,” said state Rep. Wendell Gilliard, a Democrat whose district includes the church. “There’s a race problem in our country. There’s a gun problem in our country. We need to act on them quickly.”

I agree our country has a growing problem and my heart and prayers go out to the community in South Carolina. I’m asking myself, what can be done? What can I do?

Obama states,

“At some point, we as a country will have to reckon with the fact that this type of mass violence does not happen in other advanced countries,” Obama said.

Are we so fixated on our phones, our own agendas and busyness? Are we thinking about our children, grown and otherwise and what they’re into? Do we get alarmed at what they post on Facebook? Are we taking the time to have conversations with the people in our lives?

I’m asking myself today these questions and also the one about, “What can I do?”

~Peace friends.