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                                      The past is never what it appears to be Weighing pros and cons from my reverie. The things gone by are a lesson for life, Moving on with a future, uncertain of luck or strife. As I reflect upon the things, I did in my past These reflections are deep Sometimes showing up for contrast.   Though I try to keep them from coming forward It’s a struggle to not think of how things can have power This journey I walk is always alone For this very reason, ensured I have a home. Reflecting on things I have not managed yet to do Is a reminder that regrets sometimes - do follow you.   I’ve always wanted to be the best mother I could be Not sure if you asked my kids, if they would agree. There is never a day when I’ve forgotten my role As a mother is forever, all over the world. They are older, and no longer holding onto ...

  Photo Credits:unsplash.com/Sai De Silva Imagine Me   My mother always had a playful daredevil streak She was a teacher, and actress, a creator, an inventor A survivor.   My mother loved fashion and dressing She had style and class, and loved wigs and Marilyn Monroe The stars in the sky and on the screen, inspired her.   Today my mother is older and wants to hold onto her independence ‘Once a man twice a child’ is the saying I hear, with tears understanding My mother is growing older, and so am I.   Imagine me, as I used to be in the past with my mother Indeed, I was as cheeky and brave and bold just as she was at times As I really see my mom now, imagine us – older now.   Imagine that time just keeps going and its speeding up fast And I just want some more time to do more, be different, be better for her. We are in this together, me and her, her and me – we.   Imagine that there were words spoken and unspok...

A Time to reflect Today is Good Friday . Unlike most days it a day which comes around annually and reminds Christians and persons who believe in Jesus Christ, that he lived and died for us. Last Sunday I attended a show produced by a church I attend. The youths gave a wonderful moving enactment of the loss felt by those around Jesus when he died. I was moved to tears by the way the girl in the role of Mary- Jesus's mother acted. It was gut wrenching. For the first time in my 47 years I was able to connect with the pain of the mother of Jesus. It was painful. When a mother loses a child the pain would be indescribable. I have an inkling, from a time when I thought my first born son was dead in an accident. There was that moment when I cried out ," Lord, please I will give anything, just don't take my son, please let him be alive." There was also another occasion when my second son had major surgery and almost died right after. For days, I prayed and crie...

Life as art… To everyone of us life means something different. Sure when we speak to each other it may sound the same, but its not. What drives me is different from what drives you. Each life is like a piece of artwork waiting to be painted and discovered. Its a beautiful mural or picture for many, like the works of French artist, Paul Cezanne or  the American artist,Thomas Kinkade. The stories can be brightly colorful or filled with dark despair. Each step and decision can become a stroke of something to expand on, or something we would like to wipe clean from the canvas called life. My Canvas/Your Canvas My canvas, I like to imagine was filled with yellow and orange the day I was born. As my mural unfolded, strokes of white and black began to give life to my actions and decisions. As each decade passed, the picture changed, it expanded and images and people were added. There was laughter, anger, joy, pain, and a lot of passion and suffering included by the artist who was...

Turmoil and testing… a real life Do you see the storm as it brews in your life? The way it comes and goes making everything seem upside down. At work and home, but mainly in your heart, where you feel the shadows taking residence. That’s the best way I can describe the knocks of life sometimes. The rough and tumultuous seas will roar with thunder, overshadowing all that is good sometimes for more than a moment. I understand. It is a part of the yin & yang of life creating balance and keeping symmetry so we won’t fall too far into the unknown. The challenges and rough times do help us to feel the ‘whole’ of life in a different way. Outside of our bubble is the unknown, a world where anything -good and bad are possible. It is the way we gain that tougher skin, to take on  the adverse weather conditions.  It is the only way we can ‘make our life beautiful again’ . It is our teaching in survival. Reflection: My heart still beats because its alive! A beating heart is...

Putting a value on time .. I’ve never been able to figure weekends out. I love Mondays. In fact give me everyday of the week and I love them. I love the days because there are so many opportunities and things  which are waiting for my discovery! Each day brings something new. For me it may be the same job status, the same car, the same family, the same 24 hours- what makes it different is me. The challenges never change, but my attitude does. I must change to go after my dreams, desires, to fulfill my purpose. I might look the same on the outside, but quite a lot is happening on the inside. I’m dreaming! There is a plan for something more to happen, then it happens unexpectedly and I’m ready! While waiting I’m there seeking out, creating, and finding each day different. Reflection: Enjoy each day Pause, wait, look around and smell the scent of the present you are in. I smell the salt in the sea wherever I am when I pause. That’s my moment of joy. Facing the sun, with t...