Life’s Twist…

of Fate put you on my path. There is this saying about people being in your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. One day a window of new possibilities opened and a gentle breeze blew in stirring the stagnant land. YOU were that breeze, an unexpected wonderful surprise. The moment I met you I felt that you landed on the wrong shore. A creature of rare beauty. Sometimes as people we forget that beauty isn’t always about a wrapper. Beauty is as much about the packaging as it is about the gift.

I want to thank you for “seeing” me. You are one of the lucky few that knows me without the façade of protection I throw up around me. You made me laugh, you made me cry, you made me think. You let me worry about you, you let me be your friend, you let me take care of you with a kindness or two. You let me into your world and for that I am a better version of myself. You were never meant to stay for more than a season. This time I found a piece of my soul that I thought I had lost to the sorrows of my past. Smooth now like sea glass the harsh edges refined into wisdom. I am sad to see you leave but it is your chance to spread your wings and fly.

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I am grateful to the universe for swinging your life’s journey through mine and even though we now travel on separate paths please know that I am always right where you can find me. Once there was a Raven…

I Thought you Were My Friend

wpid-20140118_163934.jpg You sit there with that smug look of achievement. Oh how happy you are. Well I, I AM NOT HAPPY. Do you remember as a child how happy you were to see snow? I do. It meant no school and hot cocoa. It meant sledding and earning money shoveling walks. It was great to be young in the snow. I would be out in the snow all day and into the night.

Not any more. Now I am young-old. I have to work to keep the heat on and pay for things that keep my life filled with the things I have grown accustomed to; for instance, bread and milk and electricity. Snow is NOT my friend. Once Snow broke my leg. Now she goes out of her way to hurt me and make me miserable with pain, anger, disappoint and missed work. We used to have such fun adventures together. I recall the winter the neighborhood kids, my sisters and I built igloos and snow forts. Or the year we iced a toboggan run with water from a spray bottle so we could sled faster. Where have the good times gone?

Spring is the friend I eagerly am waiting for. I wish she would get her ass in gear. There are things to do.