This Friday Moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. Photos – no words – capturing a moment from my week. A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

This moment is a ritual I found on life inspired by the Wee Man adopted from SouleMama and shared by Sarah – Jane.

Check out their blogs…. They are very interesting and inspirational to read, and if you are moved too, please leave a link to your Moments in the comment box below :-)

Mirror Mirror

Well, it’s Monday and sad to say no humorous blurbs to post (at least not yet).  Too much time apart from my niece and nephew and my big kids. . . grown ups just don’t bring it like the children do!!!! So, this is more of a reflection blog.  My best friend and I were talking till late last night about many things (sorry mom and dad for hogging the phone).  We ended up able to rant, laugh, cry, and get serious all in one conversation (isn’t that what best friends are about? you can completely be yourself and you’re not nuts)? Towards the end of the conversation, something struck me that was pretty profound.   We started our adult, married lives back when (before we met) in completely different places, yet, through the years, traveled similar roads to where we each are now. Today, we are in comparable spaces in many aspects. Each of us wanting to be loved, to keep our families intact despite extenuating circumstances, to be secretly rescued without having to compromise values like honesty, communication, and self-awareness (although, we know our knights most likely won’t be individuals in gleaming armor who guide their horses over hurdles, deftly climb turrets, and profess poems of endearment).

Despite the similarities, we are often in opposite mind sets (and places, she’s married, I’m divorced).  During these times of differences, we realize that we are mirrors to one other.  Depending on who is gazing into the mirror and who is being gazed upon by the reflection, we end up like yin and yang (for lack of a better metaphor).  Our life experiences, dreams, hopes, darkness, failures, defeats, injustices, joys, sweetness bring us to these places where we can look at each other and see (cataract free) from the viewpoint of the other.  This constant viewing of life through the lens of friendship (and the other’s situation) helps us to more clearly define who we want to become as individuals.  To be strong women.  To have hope.  To be self-aware.  To not be so jaded that our hearts become hardened to truth and love.  To know that our journeys are really just beginning (even though we often feel like we’re smack in the midst of them).  To know that we are granted this gift of one another and, through each other, we can support ourselves, our intellects, our emotions.  To recognize that we are part of a larger, global community.  To know that we can make differences in our own lives, each other’s lives, and touch other people as well.  This friendship, micro extending macro, can impact other people for the better.  We’re learning what must be learned and, at some point, we will become teachers of positive change.  Wow, I can end this here on a sociological note (since we both share the same degrees too), it’s late, and I’m not sure I’m presenting this observation too clearly.  Good night friends (or good day)!

P.S. youtube’s copyright issues are more than annoying. . .nearly every good video is being pulled b/c of infringement!  Grrr!


Not

Time to celebrate.  Definitely NOT because the Panthers’ lost, again.  Not because I’m sitting here eating a couple pieces of fabulous chocolate.  Not because I’m happy to be feeling better.  Not because I get to go see my son swing a stick and whack a puck tomorrow.  Not because I have awesome friends who I am incredibly grateful for.  Not because most of the Christmas dust is packed and put away.  Not because my nephew scored three goals in his soccer game today.  Not even because I have the most amazing family in the galaxy.  This time, it’s about me (not because I’m NOT grateful for all of the above [except for the Cats losing] because I am). I hesitate to say this because I have a long standing tradition of not taking credit when credit is due.  I get shy when compliments are given.  If sitting, I slump as far down as possible.  My darker, Mediterranean descent skin turns reddish when accolades are directed my way.  But, for once, I’m going to give myself a compliment and mean it (I’m learning). Way to go!  You worked you’re a$$ off and accomplished a lot in a short amount of time! Of course, there’s more ahead to conquer, but, you will!  There.  An affirmation for myself.  I think it’s about time we, as humans, start to build ourselves up instead of tear ourselves down.  I’m not talking narcissism or arrogance.  Just showing ourselves a little love (and cutting ourselves some slack when necessary). So, hey, here’s an affirmation for YOU!  YOU’VE done a great job (insert specifics)!   YOU should celebrate!   Pat YOURself on the back!  Here’s to YOU! Cheers!

Parental Love Musings

Yesterday was my Christmas with my children.  They returned after being gone for a couple of weeks and I was grateful.  I looked at them in wonder. . .I gave birth to these two, beautiful, young adults??? It’s hard to believe.  Seems like so long ago.  No matter how much time keeps those big and little hands moving, no matter how much we are together or apart, when it comes down to it, nothing really changes.  We’re a family.  Families, despite sabotage attempts or psychological warfare, survive because you can’t kill love.

Some people try to.  They mask their insecurities and fears through talking smack about others, lying, trying to buy others’ affections.  These people believe, in their alternate realities, that love can be smothered, traded, stabbed, shot, bought.  What they don’t realize is that love is eternal, infinite, impenetrable.  Love is and always will be.  So, these militant, bitter individuals can keep at it. . .stockpiling their arsenals, detonating bombs, attempting through charm to deceive.  Some of these people receive wake-up calls and ignore the flashing, red lights and ear shattering buzzers.

To these individuals, I say, love isn’t going anywhere, any time soon.  Might as well open your hearts to it.  Let it fill those holes that need plugging.  Maybe, in the process, you might uncover joy.  Then, there will be no going back to the darkness, the bitterness, the hate.

Unconditional love sandwiched between respect and compassion make for some fantastic soul food.  My kids receive this.  From me.  Have since they were babies.  While, at times, they might not like me because I don’t give in to their every whim, tough.  Those of us ,who had involved, caring parents growing up, respect and love our moms and dads who were quick to apologize and not afraid to say no.  Kids grow up.  They’ll get it, eventually.  Time will be the great eye opener.  My kids will see clearly how much I have adored them, do adore them.  They will understand that love doesn’t die.  Expressions of it might differ but it’s not going anywhere.  Love is, was, and always will be.

Buon Natale

Dear Friends,

It’s Christmas.  For some of us, we are experiencing hardship and loss (or remembering our losses and hurting because of them).  Some of us have felt the holes deeply other years and this year is more joyful.  Some of us will be separated from those we love on this holiday.  This day and celebration is for all of us, regardless, of where life’s tide has carried us.  Whether we are sad, happy, alone, struggling to believe, in a sandy desert or together with loved ones and friends.  So, here’s to all of us.  I’m grateful to be seeing my niece and nephew tonight and tomorrow afternoon.  They are my “hole pluggers” at times when I miss my children.  There will be food, family, and love.  There will even be some of the magic that has escaped me thus far this season.  Carrots for reindeer, cookies and milk for Santa, and the same request I have repeated for years, an elf please?  May peace, joy, and love be showered upon all of you.

Love,

Pamela

Dear Dad

Dear Dad,

I will always be your sweet pea, your princess (ha-ha), your loving daughter.  But, just a reminder, I am 37 yrs. old.   I have my own opinions (as you know), my own belief systems (as you know), my own mouth (you more than know).  I love you (more than you probably know). Living together, you have become acquainted with a woman:  a pigheaded woman, a stubborn woman, a woman not afraid to speak.  If, at times, you do not agree with what I say, don’t listen (you do this well).  If you experience shock and awe at what comes out of my mouth, just ignore me (and turn up the TV).   I love you and will always love you.  Remember one thing, I inherited my stubbornness from you.

Love,

Your daughter

Thanksgiving

Not supposed to be on the computer much so I will be brief (or at least try to).  According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, the term thanksgiving means:

1.       the act of giving thanks

2.       a prayer expressing gratitude

3.       a public acknowledgment or celebration of divine goodness

Tomorrow, I will be engaging in numbers 1, 2, and 3.  I hope you’ll join me.  Despite life’s sometimes uncontrollable circumstances, we can all choose to be thankful for something or someone (or many things and many people). I am incredibly grateful for my family and friends who have been present when life has handed me cannolis (my favorite dessert) or when it’s dished out the Warheads.  I also have a wonderful home, clean water, food, and a body pillow.  Not going to lie, I am looking forward to mom’s Italian stuffing, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie (a large can of Ready Whip awaits). But the people I am sharing the meal with make the holiday.   I hope you’ll join me in bringing to mind what or who you are thankful for.  While I know, for some of you, Thanksgiving will be difficult and/or sad, remember that someone is thankful for YOU!  Blessings. . .

My Brother

My brother, David, is one of those amazing people you are fortunate to meet once in a lifetime.  I was lucky to grow up with him and we still have a great relationship.  It couldn’t have been easy spending an entire childhood with me.  I was known for my creative fiction:  “sharks” in the deep end of the pool, “hauntings” in the house around the corner, and plastic “bugs” that would await him as he crawled into bed.  However, God forbid, anyone mess with my younger brother!  We got along so well in high school that, many people we worked with, didn’t  know we were brother and sister!  Awesome!  So, this is a tribute to the man who is a best friend, the person who has modeled for me independence and dream pursuing, who works harder than anyone I know, who is the best dad my niece and nephew could ask for, and, who was and is, the most amazing brother a sister could hope for.  Dee, I love you and am so proud of your accomplishments!  Your musical talents are incredible and your intrinsic feats. . . priceless!

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Great-Full

  • To live in a great country, America
  • To have given birth to a great boy and a great girl
  • To have a great dad and a great mom
  • To have a great brother, a great sis-in-law, a great niece and a great nephew
  • To have great friends who love me
  • To live in a great neighborhood
  • To have my children attend great schools with great teachers
  • To attend a great university with great professors
  • To have great neighbors
  • To have great aunts, great uncles, and great cousins
  • To have a great grandmother
  • To have great medicine, great doctors, great hospitals
  • To have great women and great men who protect our nation
  • To have great men and great women who devote their lives to public service
  • To have great air conditioning in great South Florida
  • To drink great coffee with great soy creamer every morning
  • To have great sunrises and great sunsets
  • To have great oceans, great trees, and be surrounded by great nature
  • To have great hearing to listen to great music, great laughter, great people
  • To have a mouth to speak great words
  • To have great fingers to type great thoughts, great feelings, and great emotions
  • To have a great-full heart that knows while life isn’t always great, it is always full

What are YOU great-full for?