I have this wonderful earth. I have life, breath, intelligence, compassion, wit and love. I have my Faith. I have opportunity. I have great, functional, loving relationships with my adult sons. I have come one day closer to having the same again with StepD and StepS. I have made positive differences in the lives of two people yesterday. I have a handful of good, nurturing, long-standing friendships. I have two new recent friends. I have dozens of anonymous, but truer-than-true new friends on these boards. I have three wonderful grandchildren. I have my scars and they are all badges of the pride of surviving, enduring, and thriving. I have a great brother. I have two wonderful nephews. I had many years with a loving companion, friend, lover, partner, wife, playmate who was once one of the finest people I ever knew. I. Have. Abundance.
I am alone but not lonely. I am broke but not in Spirit. I am independent. I am interdependent. I am free. I am self-aware. I am sheltered, warm, dry, fed, and clothed. I am hopeful. I am evolving. I am healing. I am healing myself. I am improving.
I am ready!
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
I have have had this framed and hanging in my bedroom for months. It's a song by Mary Chapin Carpenter who, all who know me will know is my favorite singer-songwriter. I haven't looked up and read it in a while. I did today. And I immediately thought, "I made it. I'm there!" Or, more accurately, "I made it to the beginning of there."
"The door is ajar and every window is open." Now it's up to me.
Click on track 13's title, "Bright Morning Star", then click the play arrow to the left of it. I believe they only let you play the entire song free one time.
Bright Morning Star by Mary Chapin Carpenter
Last night I dreamed my head was in a fever Last night I dreamed it never was so far To reach a shore of safety and redemption And to gaze upon a bright morning star
I dreamed I was by friends all but abandoned I dreamed I was alone but for my scars And blinded by the tears that fell like water No more to see my bright morning star
The streets of dreams never looked this lonely The streets of dreams never felt this hard I heard my voice barely of a whisper As the clouds denied a bright morning star
Sometimes this life is no more than a moment And sometimes the light is lost unto the dark But courage hears the sound of dawn approaching And each our own bright morning star
I woke to find every window open I woke to find the heavy door ajar And I walked outside and stood upon the hilltop And gazed once more on a bright morning star
I walked outside and every bird was singing As I found again my bright morning star
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
