Is the summer swimming by?
Last week was so hot it felt like August. This weekend the air is cooler and there is less humidity. Feels wonderful.
Not sure how the weather is where you are but enjoy it if you can.
This is my new tat. See the previous post explaining the meaning of the semi-colon. I found this image online and it hit me as apropos for me. I’ve been touch by suicide many times. Attempts and successes of friends. My own attempts. And the thoughts of friends and family who were close but brought back to the light.
Remember, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Only by living and supporting each other can we survive. Go hug a friend today! That person may need it more than you know.
This is my daughter’s new (from yesterday) tattoo. A very important message.
For those of you who do not know, the semi-colon is a symbol for suicide awareness. The butterfly can be a symbol of rebirth. And the words speak for themselves.
The most crucial message to teach our children is love. Especially loving oneself. And in order to teach this, the parent must live it.
People often ask writers how are they inspired. Life can be an inspiration. Some of my work comes from dreams. I suppose I have a vivid imagination. Last night I dreamt about a woman on vacation with her two small children. A couple approach and ask about her kids. Then she notices there is a baby doll in one car seat of their car and another older look child doll in another. She tries to get away but they take one of her children and pursue her to get the other.
I really dreamed this right down to her changing the diaper of the baby and her mother trying to help her get away from the bad guys.
Weird. I don’t know why or how I dream this stuff but it helps me with new ideas.
I am grateful for my feet for even with pain, they allow me to stand up for my family and friends.
I am grateful for my legs that help me to get to my daughter when she needs me.
I am grateful for my arms as they help me show affection with hugs to my beloved ones.
I am grateful to you for reading my books, my posts, and still being my friend, confidant, reader, or whatever relationship we have.
I wish I could pay back all the kindness you have shown me. All I can do is say, “Thank You.”
The high holy season of the religion into which I was born. While I know the story and I hope we do go to heaven and see those who have gone before us, I can’t say that this season gives me peace. It’s the opposite for me.
My darling Baby Maggie, Maria Magdelena DeLeon, named after her grandmother, was lost to us Easter Monday at twenty-eight precious weeks. She grew wings before I was able to hear her cry.
My tears still come although now I do not turn into a sobbing mess the way I did those first few months, even years after we “lost” her.
In the heaven I believe it, there are no tears, no pain, no fear. I hope one day to see her again but not until I am done here with her sister.
Blessings this season to you and your family!