Guardian Angels

 I believe. I believe our loved ones watch over is from above. I believe the what happens, should happen. I believe that our thoughts and prayers are heard. They might always be answered but they are heard. Yesterday I was having a conversation about loved ones contacting us from heaven. I mentioned the time of 1:34am because it was the time my eldest son was born. This morning my television turned on by itself onto a screen I had never seem before. I could not turn the tv off. I looked at the clock and it was 1:34am. That was not a random event. It was a message. At 1:35 the television turned itself off. 

Unsubscribe

 This morning I decided to break up with my e-mails. I have been contemplating this for months but each day they contact me, I let them slide. Today I felt strong and empowered and will do what is long overdue. When I bought your item I was hoping for a temporary relationship. Then you got possessive and wanted my attention. When I didn’t answer, the email came more frequently. Every day, twice or three times a day. I had enough and needed to end our romance. I’ve cut you out of my life. Go find someone else. . 

Dependency

 I was brought up to be independent. This does not mean that I never ask for help. It means that I try my hardest to solve my problems before I request a helping hand. That is the way people and government should be. I was driving home from the supermarket and noticed that the price of gas had gone up 35 cents in one week. I was astonished. We used to be independent. We relinquished our independence willingly and people are still trying to figure out why. We have our own gas pipelines. Why did we deplete our excess and then beg for help at hostage rates? It it the elephant in the room that society is afraid to acknowledge. If I have a pantry full of food, why beg for someone else’s? There is an expression “I see what you see and you see what I see”. What happened to “ if you see something, say something “?

Strong vs Fragile

 This is a world where people feel that strength is a positive attribute. It is, but sometimes it works against us. A strong person has certain things expected of them. The bar is set high. It is assumed that they can handle the burden and do not need a helping hand. On the flip side is the fragile person. They are treated with a very light hand. If you expect too much of them, they might crack like a fine piece of china. They are never given too much responsibilities and the bar is set low. At my age, I no longer want to be the strong one. I want to be fragile and nurtured. 

Home

 After a few years of not writing, I decided to try again. Many life changes have taken place since the last time I posted. I am not the same person. I feel that I am the best version of myself now. Today I wanted to speak about the concept of home. What is home? At one time or another we have all said that we want to go home. Is home a place or is home a feeling? It is a little bit of both as they go hand in hand. I grew up in a home with wonderful parents. Home meant security, safety and love. When I got married and had children, home meant the feeling that I nurtured and loved my family to make sure they would continue their lives with the skills I passed on to them. After they left and my parents died, home never had that warm feeling again. I had to relocated to find a home that would make me happy again. I was lucky to do that. The community I live in and the new friends I have made, make this third rendition of home a place I feel content. We carry our homes on our backs like a traveler carries his suitcase. It is packed with things that are most important to us and wherever we unpack it, becomes home. 

Here and There

After ten years and a radically changing world, sometimes I  feel that I no longer have anything to write. I have said too much but I have not said enough.  I hope I have been inspiring or at the very least thought provoking. I will still write but not as consistently as previously. My routine has changed and along with it so have I. If I invest my thoughts on politics, I will invariably upset myself. I disagree with the trajectory of our society and cannot dwell on it. I will see in 2022 if I am pleasantly surprised or terrified. So for now, I will write when I am inspired. It could be daily, weekly or monthly. Who knows? It is not goodbye. It is ...till then.

NIMBY

 Nimby is the acronym for "not in my back yard". It means that you do not care what happens to other people as long as it is not in your back yard. This morning I read that Nancy Pelosi's house was spray painted with a message saying people want more than the six hundred dollar stimulus check. The vandals also left red paint and a pigs head. I want to know how she feels now that her property was damaged. Does she feel vulnerable? Does she feel threatened? Does she feel like her privacy was invaded? Is she angry that someone defaced her property? If she does, she is feeling what thousands of American's have felt this year. Violence is the great equalizer. It levels the playing field for everyone. No one deserves it, but when it happens to you, you understand it deep in your gut. It is eye opening.