Today has been one of those days. People are being horrible to one another, without full knowledge, without understanding, without tolerance. Glass houses are being shattered without thought, without care about emotions, without facts.
This all scares me. Worse, this makes me sad.
I am a passionate person, so things effect me more than they should and I acknowledge that. I lean towards the dramatic, it is what it is. I could apologize for it, but I can't change it as that would be changing who I am!
Today I was sad, I was worried, I was drained actually, then I went outside to get my mail. That is when God reminded me how great our country is. In my cul-de-sac the kids were playing life sized PacMan. The girls and boys played together; the preteens and the elementary school kids; the Christians and the Muslims. When they noticed me, one of the girls ran over and sat with me and the dogs and talked about her day, talked about how excited she was as her brother had a concert at school. Her eyes were sparkling, she was so excited to support her family. Then the other kids noticed the dogs and gave me a huge group hug before chasing their furry friends around. It was at that point that the two little girls told me they thought my tree was inspirational. Why? Because the tree had to be chopped down quite drastically because half of it had fallen in the yard. Well now, on top of the cut thick limbs, little green leaves have started to sprout. The girls said it shows that even the dead looking stuff can regrow and that they would keep growing. Then back to cuddling with the furry friends leaving me with a warm heart and a smile.
Y'all - remember when we were kids and played life sized PacMan with our friends no matter what they believed? Remember when it was as easy as running around and putting cards in the spokes of our bike wheels or chasing the neighborhood dogs? Get back to that, and get back to remembering that sometimes a tree can inspire you to keep growing. Give the little kids a chance to inspire you, their innocence shows wisdom beyond their years.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
A thank you note - no, not that kind, the musical kind
It comes as no surprise (as I say it all the time), I like to sing. I am not a rock star, not an opera singer, I am just someone who got blessed with my parent's talent and love to sing. Good times or bad, I sing it out. What do I sing and why? We'll get to that.
My parents are strong people, they had to be with the lifestyle we lived. We moved around and yet, they always made it feel like home no matter what. I was raised that you have to live for today and tomorrow, you can't live in yesterday so I don't. I was raised by these amazing people and I am stronger because of them. I hold onto memories, not houses or towns. (Okay - it appears UD is an exception as it is now Alex's home and it is hard to let go of somewhere that clearly runs in your family's soul but that is not what this is about so moving on.) Yesterday, I was driving to the house I bought for Alex and me when he was 1 years old and I had a moment of pause.
See, I have leased the house out for years and am now selling it. Yes, it is just a house, it has not been a home in a long time, but yesterday was a little hard. I drove up to my little house with the perfect red door that I painted and brick mailbox that was a birthday present and had a moment of pause. I wasn't expecting the emotion, wasn't expecting the hesitation that I was selling Alex's first house, that I was selling my house. I found myself having a hard time getting past it to be honest, and that is odd for me. I will always remember the memories, the family and friends who made the little house with a red door a home. Run for the roses, right? That is what we Reilly's do. It is okay for it to be hard, it should be hard, it's how you deal with the hard that matters.
I could have cried, and if I had, that would have been fine but I didn't. Driving away, I turned up Abba - loud - and starting singing Thank you for the Music. Why not my soul song Dancing Queen? Well it's simple, I was literally thanking my parents for giving me music. Music helps me cope with life. I was singing and laughing about closing a chapter of my life - I was coping in my own way and moving on. I am not saying I won't have another moment of pause when I sign the closing papers, won't drive by the house in a few weeks, months, years, and smile. That I won't have to sing again and that it will be the same song. In fact, I can almost guarantee it won't be, I am fickle like that, but for now? Well I am saying thank you for the music Mom and Daddy, thank you for always letting me dance and sing in my own way, to my own orchestra. Thank you for giving me music and teaching me to be strong and look forward to tomorrow. Thank you for the music, for giving it to me.
My parents are strong people, they had to be with the lifestyle we lived. We moved around and yet, they always made it feel like home no matter what. I was raised that you have to live for today and tomorrow, you can't live in yesterday so I don't. I was raised by these amazing people and I am stronger because of them. I hold onto memories, not houses or towns. (Okay - it appears UD is an exception as it is now Alex's home and it is hard to let go of somewhere that clearly runs in your family's soul but that is not what this is about so moving on.) Yesterday, I was driving to the house I bought for Alex and me when he was 1 years old and I had a moment of pause.
See, I have leased the house out for years and am now selling it. Yes, it is just a house, it has not been a home in a long time, but yesterday was a little hard. I drove up to my little house with the perfect red door that I painted and brick mailbox that was a birthday present and had a moment of pause. I wasn't expecting the emotion, wasn't expecting the hesitation that I was selling Alex's first house, that I was selling my house. I found myself having a hard time getting past it to be honest, and that is odd for me. I will always remember the memories, the family and friends who made the little house with a red door a home. Run for the roses, right? That is what we Reilly's do. It is okay for it to be hard, it should be hard, it's how you deal with the hard that matters.
I could have cried, and if I had, that would have been fine but I didn't. Driving away, I turned up Abba - loud - and starting singing Thank you for the Music. Why not my soul song Dancing Queen? Well it's simple, I was literally thanking my parents for giving me music. Music helps me cope with life. I was singing and laughing about closing a chapter of my life - I was coping in my own way and moving on. I am not saying I won't have another moment of pause when I sign the closing papers, won't drive by the house in a few weeks, months, years, and smile. That I won't have to sing again and that it will be the same song. In fact, I can almost guarantee it won't be, I am fickle like that, but for now? Well I am saying thank you for the music Mom and Daddy, thank you for always letting me dance and sing in my own way, to my own orchestra. Thank you for giving me music and teaching me to be strong and look forward to tomorrow. Thank you for the music, for giving it to me.
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