Reminder please!

Walking into a meditation class after a long day, no, a long week I felt just drained, haven’t felt this way in a long time, but I was there for a reason, renewal. Did that ever happen to you? You know what’s burdening you,  you are self aware,  but you can’t just let it go, it’s almost like you need someone or something  to step in and shake you up! Well, as I walked into the class, plopping myself down on the yoga mat in between yawns, my lesson was right by my side.  As I was laying my yoga mat down, I saw the person next to me had a tank of oxygen attached with other medical equipment and immediately it’s like I snapped myself out of misery, suddenly feeling drained, I became alive, knowing this person was doing the absolute best they could,  they showed up with a smile, happily engaging in a preclass discussion with the instructor present in the moment in spite any obstacles they may face.  This was a great reminder for me to let it go, all that was draining me, needed to be released, it wasn’t as bad as  I thought and certainly a lesson being revealed. 

Every now and then…

Then,  I would think;  too good to be true, I don’t deserve this, I feel bad, “they” must think, this is too easy, no way this can be right, I can’t……sometimes, I think we can be accustomed to tragedy, whether personal, social media induced, it becomes a norm because as a society we are driven by fear that turns into fight or flight. It’s human nature.   I always wondered why there wasn’t a celebrate or learn option, hence, my point; fear. Fight, flight, celebrate and learn. That was then.

Now, there is no fear, maybe because I had a lot of fear through death,  fear that wiped me out into the fight, fight so bad I became physically ill. Now, celebrate; I do deserve this, why not I work hard, enjoy, take care it’s not selfish. Learn. Learn to celebrate, take in, see the good, be grateful, embrace, laugh and don’t feel bad, you deserve this life, God chose you and only gave you one. Celebrate now!

Mmm…..

The ever so popular Facebook, I mean, it must be true it’s on Facebook! It’s like what is printed on the rear view mirror of a vehicle, “objects in mirror may appear closer than they are!” Facebook reminds me of this saying time and time again. Let’s be honest,  we all choose how and what we post, the objects on FB may not appear this way in real life. The reverse is true, there is more to life than what is posted. However,  you can tell a lot about a person according to their post or should I say portrayal. For example, last week I was in a waterpark having a great time, especially on water slides, but I did not dare take a picture of water clogging up my nose and bathing suit ending up you know where on the very fast way down the water slide in my tube. My point, facebook is great in my opinion catching up with others, photos, stories, factual/real information, celebrating/sharing, keeping in touch in our busy lives.  Don’t compare your day running errands to someone’s day at the beach or a celebrity spotting because while you are busy or getting ready for the vacation; objects in the mirror are closer than they appear! What, how, why, who cares ? Do you ever just think these thoughts while scrolling, exactly, but then think, that’s so nice, beautiful, aw, that’s great.  It’s overstimulating, so we then become gardeners, weeding out all that’s newsworthy to us. This saying always makes my skin crawl, very, very well meaning, but it sort of reminds me of what is scattered throughout a haunted house front yard; RIP. Yes, I know,  rest in peace, so very thoughtful and kind. But, it’s just that RIP, done, scroll, like this, love that. Meanwhile, RIP is still grieving, after every story you read on your newsfeed. So, just remember,  “objects in mirror are closer than they appear.” Some objects need a bit more TLC, while others will appear further from the truth and heart. TTYL

Open your eyes!

If you know me, you know two things, I have a special love of my Chiropractor, as my Mom would joke, “he’s a miracle worker, your vision and acid reflux are cured!” We would all laugh, but seriuosly, he’s the best! And, I know it, have the faith of it, God and Angels are always on our side as we are open to it,  putting us exactly where we are needed and meant to be. But, really the traffic, the storm, the er, yes, I believe you are there for a reason. 

As you may or may not have read in a previous post, use it as a lesson, my handle bars weren’t tight at spin class and going up on a run,  I literally went up and over the bike as the handles gave way leaving me with serious bruises.   I am accustomed to bruises due to weak veins, a gift I inherited from my Mom, so I wasn’t surprised or alarmed by the unsightly bruises that was until my Dad who would shrug off injuries and say,” put ice on it, you’ll be ok”, until he said, “oh, that’s not good.” Proceeded to tell me to go to the er and reminisced about an old sports injury, that should of been tended to sooner.

So, of course, after doing and going everywhere I had planned first, I mean, it’s only a leg for crying out loud, I dragged it around,  with a smile, thankful I had it, aware the nerve pain was secretly making me miserable. I went to the er, long story short, after many tests, told stories, “oh, we’ve never seen a bruise that bad before, what happened!” So, prodding for blood, scooting around in a hospital, thinking, I didn’t think it was this bad, 10 days later until the trauma surgeon showed up and said we will need to drain it, of course as I lay there watching  YouTube to investigate, not a good idea to say the least!

As, I get carted off to the short procedure unit, saying my good byes, thinking,  I just won’t look and I’ll be fine! An Angel showed up, disguised as my Chiropractor,  he was the miracle worker for sure, no just kidding. As I lay there,  the nice man, said, “oh, you are Roberta’s daughter, she was just the greatest person.”  As, I  started talking, I was at ease, “your Dad is so great too.” So, of course, my eyes were forced open as I was done,  my headache was gone as  was about 200 ml of blood sitting on top of my nerve from the bruise. As, I was wheeled off, he said, “God bless you and your family.” He certainly has, he did that day even in the er. Angels all around blessing us! Thankful I was in good hands!

My Mom passed, but the love didn’t. 

One of the most valuable lessons among the many that  my  Mom’s passing taught me is that love doesn’t pass. 

The love of a Mother is strong, so strong that it never fails. I was very fortunate that God gave me a huge blessing in my Mom, a blessing so many held close in heart, Roberta, a friend . 

When you experience the love, the bond, the friendship of a Mom, you cherish it and when it is taken too soon in death, you value it and suddenly your perception of every detail, understanding of each circumstance is changed and made softer, clearer with deeper appreciation and gratitude because suddenly you see her love hasn’t passed, but grew deeper and stronger.