Happy Birthday Jimmy

“Your birthday is a special time to celebrate the gift of 'you' to the world.”

Today is Jimmy’s birthday.
Birthdays are always an event worth celebrating, in my opinion.

And though Jimmy has been gone 5 years now
(can it really have been 5 years already?)
I like to celebrate this day.

I am sad, and honor him on the anniversary of his passing;
but today I reflect on the blessings I have, having had Jim in my life.
I have laughs, and tears, and most of all his gift of memories that make
life all worthwhile.

I practice his example daily;
to look at my world in wonder and gratitude;
appreciation for the simple things in life;
to dance with the beat of mother nature;
to laugh at experiences, and share them with great storytelling flare!
All these were his strengths.
All were his lessons.
I don’t think he ever even knew he would be teaching us,
those that loved and knew him.

He simply lived, loved, and danced.

Blessings Jimmy, I love you and miss you!
always,
~ Line ~

You just never know

What an awful year of experiences.
Bad luck?
Or is it simply a <smack> WAKE UP call?
It’s my choice after all.

And my choice is to wake up.

Or maybe that means to let my feet touch the ground;
after all, it doesn’t have to be permanent.
~ ~ I perch ~ ~

In any case, my choice is not bad luck.
Doors opened, eyes opened, myst cleared.

There are many good people. Many I have been blessed with that they have touched my life. Whether it be for short periods, or small areas, or all consuming… I am grateful.

I have met sisters, bonded with sisters, re-met dear friends, and re-newed old friends.
I touched the land and water of daydreams.
And I have come home.

In me, I am happy.

Drumming

My Drum, my wonderful drum, is repaired - thanks JFly Drums - and it is so soothing to hold, and to play it again. .
.
After a weary couple of days, to pick it up and be carried in ethereal waves, to a plane of heartbeat and rhythm,
..
where I can let go and let fall what isn't mine ... gently grounded once more...
I find no better rest for this weary traveler.

so soft

so soft as to be a whisper.
delighted at simplicity, intrigue and curiosity.
adore.
so pure as to be true love.

busy bee

busy. filling the gap. like a bottomless pit.
one pours more and more, yet the vacuous void remains.