I have been wondering all morning what to post. The problem is, I do not feel witty or insightful. I feel boring, maybe even melancholy, which is a word I dislike. I associate it with another word I dislike....OLD. Not that being old is bad. But feeling old, now that is terrible!
First off, I have been reading a book (for a review) that isn't amusing at all. The book itself is actually interesting, but just not what I need at this time. What I need is this:
And a little of this:
I need to walk barefoot in fresh turned dirt and smell its sweetness.
I need to see daffodils with their buttery yellow colors.
I need to be able to pick fresh greens for a wilted salad.
I need to feel the sun and breath the fresh air.
But for now, I will take my Vitamin D and some magnesium and settle for carrying out the trash. Because that is what women do. They adjust. And maybe I will discover a daffodil trying rear its little head.
We adjust our wants, our desires and mold ourselves into someone who can handle the situation at hand.
I had an aunt, who was fond of saying, "Where would poor people be without their dreams?" I think, more to the point..."Where would women be without their dreams?"
My best friend died of cancer a few years ago. Linda and I were like sisters. Not only that, our mothers had been life long friends and our sisters (four years younger than me) were/are best friends. When she was at her lowest, she would tell us...."I have to go to my place now." She would close her eyes, relax and drift off into another world, another time. You see, Linda had lost her only child, a beautiful little girl named Amber. Linda said, when she experienced extreme pain, she could allow herself to visit with Amber and with Jesus. She said it was like a little glimpse of what eternity would be like and she was happy there. The pain became only an annoying background and was replaced by joy....joy unspeakable.
I don't know why I am even telling you this today. I pray none of you are in extreme pain or suffering as Linda did. But sometimes, we all have to go to "our own special place" whether that place is physical or just a place we visit in our imagination.
Sometimes, we only get to walk barefoot in warm sand in our dreams. But we are women. We dream big and that is a part of who we are.
May the Lord bless you with days filled with sunshine.
P.S. I miss you, Linda Sue!