**Photographs are donated by family and friends for the purpose of this post only.
**Photographs are donated by family and friends for the purpose of this post only.
I walk the line today between the past and the present. My heart is heavy laden with memories. I have taken steps toward the future while my mind drifts to the past . My heart is ‘happy/sad’ —
Happy for the Love and sad for the loss, grateful for all the memories in time and sad there are no more. It is those quiet in-between spaces which fill up with you. I gaze back to the moments in life that filled me with so much love and I can listen to your voice, but what I miss most is the touch. You can still touch so many of my senses but…..
I long to feel the physical just one more time. However, I know one more touch, one more minute, or one more day would only make me want for more. Instead, I step from those in-between spaces happy to still feel your love and presence in all the moments of today!
The journey through grief is difficult. There are so many unknowns to navigate through. The unknowns in the first two years seemed to have encompassed the feelings of loneliness, fear, confusion, sadness, depression, and anger. What ensued after that was the not knowing. Not knowing where I was headed, who I was, or what I wanted. I found myself wishing my life didn’t have to be like this. I missed every little thing that was him and all the little ways he touched every little part of my life. All the little things made up and became the greatest parts. When one heart stops beating it ripples an entire world – past, present, and future!
I put my head down and plowed through the best I knew how. I made mistakes, fell down again, got up, dusted off, and continued forward one small step at a time. I found I could do things on my own, but belief in me is still a little shaky at times. The bigger the step the more I shudder. I have even acquired my anxiety back; mostly because I set time constraints and unwavering expectations on goals I want to accomplish or believe I should have accomplished to this point. In some instances, things just did not turn out to be as stable as I anticipated. However, pushing myself onward is the best way I know to stumble forward and discover who I am. If it works, I am grateful and if not, I am learning.
At this time I wanted to have written a piece about our love. I have gotten about half way. The ‘Dedication’ I posted already, but wanted to complete the rest before posting. However, I have found this to be a more difficult task than I originally anticipated. It is filled with a great deal of emotion and a life I am trying to sort out. It was important to me to have completed it in honor of him and his love. His anniversary is coming up this week and I always try to celebrate his life instead of his death on this day.
So new lessons to learn….
Plans change, time is only relevant in the outside world, and creation is divinely orchestrated.
So I guess I will keep writing and take a second look at the anticipated time frame. Maybe a cliffhanger would be a new alternative……
I am fine!
I will live this life on my terms…
I will learn to do what I cannot,
I will enjoy all the little moments,
I will live life to its fullest,
I will never forget the memories or the love,
For each success, big or small,
I will celebrate,
And without regret
I will allow all of these to fill my heart
with gratitude throughout my journey.
In honor and gratitude for the love & strength you bestowed upon me,
The connected parts of our souls will enjoy each breathe I take.
In my heart, whispers in my mind, & part of my soul.
I Am Fine!
Resisting without consciously realizing kept me stuck in a crater for three years. I can no longer say a rut because I am consumed by it. The years, though they seem short in terms of memory , are so long in relation to moving forward. Fortunately, my mind is finally finding the thoughts necessary to lift me from this place.
It is not like I haven’t been told by many people during this time period, “Just let go”. Maybe it was the attitude, tone, or lack of understanding. Whatever the reasons, I was stubborn and took offense to these words more times than not. Today, I have begun to realize letting go meant nothing more than to stop resisting the changes that have to happen. At first I thought these changes were an evil attempt to take away the memories and life I once had.
“But when you lose a loved one, change is going to happen. It is beyond your control and necessary in finding your way. You can no longer be who you were because you were part of something you are no longer part of. So inevitably life changes.”
I found myself struggling with trying to hold on to what was. I was afraid of all the unknowns I was being unexpectedly cast into. All I knew is I wanted to be part of the something I had. I was not ready to be someone different and alone.
In the beginning my situation dictated giving away a lot and moving away from the life I had been living. So in answer, I carried so many belongings symbolic of our life and love everywhere I went. I mean I had a white-knuckled death grip on all the material things I packed up to store in an 8X10 storage. This is more silly than you realize, because I had nowhere to take this stuff. However, my mind and heart knew I had to have it.
This is created for all those who have been called Home. We Love and Miss you Always!
My journey has not been the one I planned growing up. Influences and experiences had taken away the innocence of childhood early on. This altered my beliefs for most of my life. Maybe this endless mind chatter is why I have had one dream I have not followed through with, but remains the one constantly returning passion in my life.
All else has sprouted and withered in short expanses of time. Some have accused me of being a dreamer with more dream than motivation. I have been referred to as irresponsible, flighty, and indecisive. These accusations may or may not have been true at various moments. However, I have always moved forward in some fashion or another; overcoming obstacles and finding happiness throughout my journey. It has not been all roses, but in hindsight I realize that each speed bump or sink hole helped me traverse the next set of obstacles.
“This journey I am presently on is probably all his fault.” I caution you not to read into that statement because I don’t look to lie blame here, only gratitude of sorts. Even stating this has taken it’s time in getting from my heart onto paper. It was rose from suffering a lose I didn’t think I was prepared for. I lost my husband, Pete, and remained numb for the first year. Slowly I found myself beginning to feel again. Sometimes too much as every emotion at once would overwhelm me and escape in wrenching sobs. It was in such moments every part of who I was was released. The past now stares me in the face while the future is a blank.
Consciously I search for truths every moment; forcing myself to draw confidence, awareness, inspiration, beliefs, and self-love from what I know to be true not what I have allowed myself to believe is true. In the negative space I find a person created by outside influences and opinions. In the positive, I find an authentic me; The one that shines for the world to see, not the one who conforms to it. Which wolf will I feed?
Remaining in positive space changes my thoughts. I will think less about outcomes because all is well in the moment. Not obsessing over the small stuff stops the mountain of stress I create for myself. My world shifts and happiness is found within me. Here in this change is where I will find an authentic existence. I have decided this is the one I want to continually feed.
I began this part of my journey questioning everything and criticizing every aspect of who I was until I no longer knew me or the world I found myself in. Memories and pain from my childhood to the present overwhelmed my senses as I remembered the molestation, not fitting in, domestic violence, being a family’s outcast, and finally the lose of my best friend. In all this, I realized I would never be who I am supposed to be if I allow these things to rule my thoughts and beliefs. So because divine timing took Pete away so early, I now have the chance of finding me and keeping my power.
I discovered everything in life is duality; Yin and yang, 2 sides to every coin, heaven and hell, positive and negative. So I begin by acknowledging both sides of my thinking and my actions. First, I ask myself, “where do I give power away”… I overthink my situation, I cling to outcomes, I fear being lonely for the rest of my life and I criticize my choices. Secondly I ask myself, “what are my successes.” They are found looking at the love I have had, the successful children I have raised, and the strengths it took me to get to today. I know it is not in the details or the why of my experiences that I find answers. They lie in whether I allow them to negatively or positively influence my life from now on.
The lessons of experiencing began before I knew there where lessons to be learned; at the moment I entered the world. I joke about having done things backward and without patience since the day of my birth. I tried to enter this world feet first, and instead was slowed down. I remained in traction for a month with a broken hip as a result of my breach birth. Yes, I am a little hard-headed and have yet to master the art of patience. Alternately, I have allowed some of my experiences to skew my thoughts and bury me under mounds of stress. Now I find myself looking back to the earlier chapters of my life so I can re-write my truth in the upcoming chapters.