Auld Lang Syne

pagennewyearLately my words have failed me, not because I have nothing to say, but because when I sit down to write my thought, my mind wanders.

The concept of Auld Lang Syne for instance.  Recently I reconnected with a friend from my distant past.  Distant past! From two or three lifetimes ago.  Sue was a woman that I spent countless hours with in my youth.  We talked, we exercised, we had babies, we ate, we commiserated, we loved one another.  Life and I think the need of both of us to remove our selves to new worlds interfered.  We both moved, we both divorced, we both remarried, I divorced again, and had another daughter. We lost our connection.

When I finally found her on Facebook I was hesitant to reach out, would she remember me?  It had been over thirty years, all four of our children were grown, we were now grandmothers, no longer those immortal children of our early twenties.

We both had continued to live, both to grow, both to love, and had new friends, new lives, far apart from one another, in years, life styles, and distance.

But I messaged her, and waited, for about a week.  I was a tad anxious, would she still want to know me?

And then her message came.  And then a phone call. and we laughed, we chatted. I cried a bit on my side, so happy to hear from that beautiful friend.  I admit to stalking her Facebook page whilst I waited, and I was so relieved to know that her infectious smile was still the same.  And now we are making plans to spend a weekend reconnecting.

So what is the point of this ramble?  Although lifetimes pass, and we make new and beloved friends, create new families, new adventures, we can go home. And our home always lives in our hearts.

Happy new year to my friends, new and old.  I love you all!friendship

Day 20

Today I had pain, and some amount of anquish, worrying about the world, my friends, hate, intolerance.  So…I packed myself up and fled to Jordan to spend time with my very sane friend Mara.  (Mara, I hope you are not offended by the sane comment) 
I needed Mara today, I needed her humor, her consul, and her wickedly fantastic world view.

And…having been the officiant of her and her Robs wedding, and in view of part of today’s discussion I will add #besthusbandever.  ( you get it Mara)

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Today I am grateful for Mara.

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Day 12

Today I am grateful for our friend Peach who came to visit.  Peach is the type of friend who warms hearts and enlightens souls.  And she is gracious about watching Gold Rush with John!

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Day 12

Today I am grateful for our friend Peach who came to visit.  Peach is the type of friend who warms hearts and enlightens souls.  And she is grasps about watching Gold Rush with John!

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Day 8..belated

On day 8 I was grateful for our Parker dog.  He kept me faithful company throughout the day.
Parker is not just a dog. Parker is a yogi.  He knows what I am thinking and responds. He is

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gentle and loving. And he has trained me well to react to his actions so that I might fulfill his needs.  He also makes a willing bed for our friend Giddiup.

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Finally

grinchFinally today I felt the spirit of Christmas in my soul.  I was not sure it was coming to visit.

Today I am planning cookies for the cookie exchange, a dozen spritzes anyone?  I am thinking of food for the celebrations we will be attending and hosting.  I am thinking of gifts to give.

I am thinking of love, of family, of joy.

May Day

beltaneAs a child, our Mother helped us to craft small construction paper baskets, to fill with wild violets.  We would take these, early in the morning, and hang them on the door knobs of our friends houses.   She also baked coconut macaroons, just then, for that day.

I loved these traditions, and now, understand the offerings, the macaroons for blessings, the flowers to represent spring moving into summer.

We sort of have forgotten this day, as we have many things that I remember from child hood.

Well, here is my basket of flowers for you!  Happy Beltane, one and all!  Blessings on you!flowersfor may

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