I love all things interesting and unusual. This tree caught my eye on a summer camping trip to Burlingame State Park. I’ve never seen a tree grow over a sign like this before. What a peaceful place on the campground. Nature envelops every trace of humanity. Even the sign bows to the beauty of creation.
It’s something I struggle with. Something worthwhile for everyone. It’s advice that’s easy to give but much harder to take (Isn’t all advice that way?)
So why would I give up on myself – even though I’ve never really given up on anyone else? Even when I’ve lost all strength, I pray. Even when it seems like I just don’t care, silently I pray. We all fall short. I’m painfully aware of my own failings in life.
It may not always be the prayers of my youth, or formal prayers. (There is a time and place for everything.) Some days it’s just a positive thought I send your way. Some days when the pain is too great, and I can’t find my own words, it’s more of a chant or a meditation. Sometimes it’s long and repetitive like the Litany of the Saints. Some days it’s short and sweet.
Some days it’s a quiet walk enjoying nature, that renews my strength.
This last month has been one of the most hectic times in my life. I keep waiting for things to settle down. I’ve had the stomach bug for 3 days now. I suppose it’s time to see a doctor, but all I really want to do is rest.
When will the golden years come? All my life I’ve heard people say it will get easier when you’re older. I’m not sure that it ever gets easier. I know my perspective has changed so much over the years. Things that were once the end of the world are now just speed bumps.
Wednesday afternoon we drove through a snow storm on our way home from moving our daughter and grandson out-of-state. I was looking forward to getting home and taking a few hours to rest before getting back to work.
I’m writing today because I believe writing is therapeutic. After all if you don’t like it you don’t have to read it. (I do hope you’ll like it.) The written word is unlike the spoken word. With the spoken word, I don’t want to hear it just doesn’t work.
So when a teenage single mom texts at 2:22 am and says,
“I ran out of diapers and he pooped help!! ”
I’m sitting in my car with my son, waiting for traffic to pass – freezing – it’s 10° outside- my son is all bundled up and my jacket is unzipped – my gloves aren’t on either. But we’re making every moment count!
'And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.' Roald Dahl
A blog dedicated to my personal research on intellectual and developmental disabilities. In order to highlight issues affecting people with developmental disabilities and debunk stereotyping myths, the first step is to become informed and spread awareness through visual storytelling and facts. (Dedicated to my older brother, Doug).