Grow (W)here You Are Planted

  what if the universe is echoes of each of us expanding outward? what if, every time we grow a new wrinkle in our brain, a new accumulation of gas and dust collapses into a star? Image by  Arek Socha  from  Pixabay if I take the time, each day, to pointedly think about the past traumas that I know have been experienced by members of my family, by ancestors long gone now in physical form but strongly present in the shape of my nose and my hands or the last names I carry with me...If I knowingly walk right through the intensity of these daily realizations, am I able to heat up a nebula or 500?? I remember the first time I heard about the Butterfly Effect. It holds that a butterfly flapping its wings in exactly the right place at exactly the right moment, it has the power to cause a hurricane elsewhere. Such beautiful chaos emanates from the strength of my thoughts. I am often surprised to find myself in the exact place I imagined myself to be, performing the exact task I pictured and

  She opened her eyes and let the sunshine envelop her.  Weekends were always the best.  Dad was outside mowing the lawn and the rooster next door apparently had no inner clock.  She rolled over and felt the crisp sheets on her skin and smiled.   Dressed and ready to play, down the stairs she went to brush her teeth in the parents' bathroom to be followed by breakfast.  Johnny was already outside running around the backyard, being chased by the dogs, giant smile on his little kid face.  When he was happy all you could really see was his teeth.  They were big for his face though he would grow into them later in life and he would always need braces though he would never get them. Becky crunched cornflakes and watched as mom appeared and reappeared through the doorways in her view as she cleaned the house and brought it back to its best state = organization.  From the kitchen she told me to get outside and to remember to take some water with me and a lemonade for my dad.  He would be

 It just hit me I just read about something new coming in 2021 and at first, I felt like I always do when I read that phrase 'coming in 2021'.  That's SO far away.   But, today it hit me,  2021 starts in less than 50 days. All this time, this whole year, I think I've been waiting for 2020 to start.  The pandemic, the stress of lockdown, losing family to Covid, dealing with job loss and being unable to live the way I am used to makes me feel like I've been put on hold.  The year never really got started for me and, I fear, you either. So, what to do about it? well, all there is to do is keep moving forward.  I wake each day thankful for the sun or the rain or the wind as it expresses itself outside my window.  I am thankful for my Lola and my family and everyone I love and those they love and on and on.  I start my days with a long list of items I must accomplish as I create the life I've always dreamed of and rest my head on my pillow at night ready to get at th

  No Photos today. Today   I’m mailing the first jewelry order from my Etsy store,  https://www.etsy.com/shop/HotPinkBuddha  and  I’m so excited.   I want that feeling and set of actions to continue.   I want people to buy all my stuff because I love making stuff but I can’t make any more stuff until my stuff gets bought. Today is hard though.   The build up of everything over time.   Waking up and getting a paycheck that is not enough, again, to pay all the things I need to pay and then to see that my unemployment, that Florida has you reapply for each quarter, is not yet approved and I sent all the information they need and it’s still not active and the last unemployment check I got was in August and not having any response from the jobs I’ve applied for. I work so hard to be strong, to find the positive, or at least the hilarious, in my situation.  I try, and most times succeed, to appreciate the love around me, my family and friends even the ones I don't talk to...God, life is

 what you mean is During this bitch of a time. I hope you are well and I pray your days are filled with beauty and hope and constant realization of your strengths and abilities, of everything you already have within yourself.  I pray all of this goodness finds its way to everyone you love like I pray for the same to shoot straight for the mark...or the heart...to everyone I love and everyone they love and they love and so on and on through to the ends of the earth and into all of eternity so that even our ancestors can feel the joys of overcoming and standing tall in the light.   All the future kids are so set. but really, when has it not been a difficult time? When has everything been so 'just right' we couldn't contain ourselves? The goal is not happiness, it's the luck to be able to have so much to be thankful for and even more to work toward.  Yeah, I said toward...not towards.   My Lola dog naps while I type and it looks like it's going to rain...again...I'

 We get so used to this, our particular combination of skin, heart, and soul.  And we should, how else will we find the way to fight for ourselves and for the love we are and for the love we want to add to our lives? The love we need to share with you?? How much time is spent learning the wrong things just because 'that's how it's always been done' when we could just be and trust and learn to live and flow with each other? How much lovelier would the nature around us be if we could just earn to be? I dreamed of him last night.  I woke this morning in a hazy memory of pastry chefs in a white room with tall wooden tables, his chef jacket felt soft against my skin.  He looked into me in the golden light and I felt truer than I'd ever felt before.  He asked me to kiss him.  I did.  I can still feel him in my air... such a calming presence reminding me of love. Image by  Игорь Левченко  from  Pixabay  

 My momma was born in Kenosha, WI.  She came to Earth three years after her sister, the fourth in a line of siblings born two years apart.  As a child, her favorite response was 'in a minute'.  The running family joke was she had been saying those words since before she was born...hence the 3-year difference between her and my Aunt E. That extra year, and being the last child, gave her something she often mentioned as one of the luckiest parts of her childhood.  See, when she was born, there was finally a little money in the bank.  The rest of the kids had jobs and could pay for their own fun, and all the punishments had mostly been had.  Linda came into a world where she and her mother Susan could get to know each other a little differently.  They could spend uninterrupted time with each other.  I hope she never felt guilty because of it...I hope I'm not sharing too much by sharing it here. I feel it timely to let you know that my momma was white of French and Czech* desce