First and foremost, as Thanksgiving approaches, I want to thank the magnificent human beings that have blessed my life with love, prayers, donations, physical help and time. Our personal catastrophe has opened many doors.....love, generosity and the truest sense of goodness. Please affirm yourselves for assisting in the creation of a family tribe..the tribe of lovingkindness. We each have a place that makes a difference in the world. Witness to the turning of the tide from unconscious lack of caring to abundant, alive, love and compassion. This is an understatement. If you doubt me, watch the news for 10 minutes... you will know that what I say is accurate.
Yet, knowing the brilliance of what I described,and the extreme hardships that surround us daily, something is missing from me. Please understand that I have no intention of complaining. It is my unrelenting drive for authenticity and my hope to grow that insists that I put this on paper. Everyday is about beautiful kitchen cabinets, amazing tile, perhaps a steam oven, what shape bathtub. It is also about one car, tight daily budget and feeling lost. Where am I? the choice/ no choice of spending retirement money, living within the financial boundaries reminiscent of being newlyweds. I want to live in the light of faith not fear. I don’t just mean the words, like love it is an action. I is not an idea, it is extraordinarily hard work. I appear that I am relaxing on my couch. Truth, I am in the ring fighting for my light. Tinker bell as she becomes frail and faint. My faith is strong, my spirit weary. I will make it, but I miss my Mimi energy. I say this for all of you who are in recovery from a major loss. It is natural and even necessary to lose your vision. We have to hold hope for each other when the light is dim. I can stand tall with ease for anyone sent my way.
Abundance will prevail. I am just a little bird who wants her nest back.
