Sunday, February 26, 2012

What's the story Morning Glory?


So what is the story? Where on Earth have I been? Why haven't I written anything in ages? Very good questions to ask, even to myself. I'm not really so sure, though I can peg blame on a few of the usual suspects.

For the most part I can blame it on not having enough time, which would be very true. Last year went zipping by so fast I think I still have whiplash from it all. We got notice last year that we were moving, again! John was tagged to be a recruiter, so he went off to school for a few months in the spring and early summer while Skye and I went into chaos mode. Then over the summer we accomplished the move from Fort Benning, Georgia, to out on Long Island New York.

If you've ever done a move with the military, you know that even a short distance move becomes a three ring circus. Things go wrong or crop up that no sane person would ever imagine. We 've been living in East Meadow since the beginning August and like any move we've ever made it always takes at least the first six months to get the house in some semblance of order again.

From chaos......
...to calm!



While John was off at school Skye and I were busy bees working on the flowers and decorations for Sam and Kailins wedding, our darling Memire passed away. So we had her memorial right before the wedding and it still seems like a blur to me. In the midst of it all Skye was also trying to get herself set for a move to go to school in Jacksonville, while I got the house and our lives ready for New York. That there was a slight bit of craziness doesn't quite cover it.
Our Memire, Katy Ruth Moody Perron

Add into all that my normal health issue of fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue blah-de-blah, dealing with severe anemia the past few years which is still unresolved, it's a wonder I got anything done at all.


My hibernating cohorts, Remy and Charlotte.
There are days where getting the most mundane things done becomes like trying to climb Mount Everest. Do the dishes, fall back to bed for an hour. Cook dinner, rest an hour before cleaning up. Run errands for an afternoon, rest most of the next day. I don't say that for a pitty party, just to put into perspective how my body is most of the time. Sometimes I even have to do a full on hibernation. Those who know me best know when I say I'm going "down the rabbit hole" to hide and rest, to be patient. I'll emerge eventually! Sometimes just after an hour nap, sometimes after a month or so of staying home and curling up into myself while almost completely ignoring the outside world.

 I was glad to see this suggested in another blog I was reading this morning, 10-Things-to-Remind-Yourself-on-a-Daily-Basis  "2. It is okay to be alone or pull back from the world. Sometimes we just need to step back and re-evaluate a situation, a relationship, or just life in general. When I went through my healing period, I spent a lot of time alone as I tried to become my own best friend again. If you need to go into hiding for awhile and work on stitching yourself back up, take the time to do that. It is so important to pull back and spend quality time with yourself every now and then."

One day soon I'll do a more in depth post on living with a chronic illness, but suffice it to say that it's no picnic to have to be familiar with the issue through myself, my sister who has lupus, and my grandmother who also had fibromyalgia. I'm lucky and blessed that I can still function, I have use of all my body despite it all, I don't have anything fatal, yet I do function on a much lower energy level than your average bear. I also deal with plenty of pain constantly. One of the best websites I've found for helping maintain a decent perspective and being gentle with myself is Little and Often . Michael Nobbs is brilliant! How could you not love someone who suggests tea and cake on a regular basis?

Now that we've covered two good reasons for not writing, what else can I find to explain the neglect of this lovely little home I have on the interwebs? Laziness? Not really. Fear of not having anything to say? A blank mind? That's kinda rare in our family to ever admit to. We're all big mouths and if you can catch us without an opinion or something to talk about you better check for a pulse!

I will say that wondering if anyone would even care about my mundane ramblings occurs to me and has stayed my hand from the keyboard on occasion. Then I tell myself that we all end up having something in common even if it is trivial or mundane. Usually that is exactly where our commonalities are!

So with that in mind, stay in touch darling friends and family! For as Lord Byron said "If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad."











Tuesday, May 18, 2010

LOST, in paradise!


I'm about to watch the second to last episode of Lost tonight and I'm feeling terribly nostalgic for Hawaii. The memories of my favorite place on the planet and my favorite tv show of all time will forever be entangled. Knowing the show was filmed on Oahu gave me incentive to explore places I might not have found on my own, like the beautiful beach above where the Losties have their beach camp.
I used to like going there when I knew they weren't filming, thinking it was my own little private piece of heaven. Sometimes I even shared it with family!
We got so lucky one Sunday afternoon. There were turtles all over, laying in the sun, and playing in the waves.
 
I'm sure I have lots more pictures buried somewhere on my external hard drive. I'll have to post more when I dig them up. For now, it's off to get comfy in my favorite chair, TV on, snacks ready!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Listening for something deeper within.

As I sit sipping coffee under the shade of our little curtained pavillion in the backyard, I've been trying to decide just what to do today. My to do list has gone off the deep end, right off the pages of my planner with more to do than I want to think about. Just for today, I want to listen to what my body says. I want to shut out the noise and chatter of what I should be doing, and just flow with what would truly give my body the rest it needs after the stress of the past few weeks.

So what are some good ideas? I'm going to ponder these from Jennifer Louden's blog. As always she is inspirational, and has just the right thoughts at the time I need them most. http://www.comfortqueen.com/choose-your-life-mondays-kinds-of-renewal/comment-page-1#comment-4914

Oh, and I owe a few gratitudes since I was so busy with family over the weekend, and was so wiped out yesterday when they left that all I could do is sleep. I think the current tally owed is four, I'll add an extra for today and call it even!

~Sweet puppydogs playing in the grass, chasing butterflies and dozing in the sunshine.
~Fresh hot hazelnut coffee in one of my favorite mugs with the quote "Worrying does not empty tomorrow of it's troubles. It empties today of it's Strength."
~For the technology that lets me communicate with John over such long distances. Thank you for Instant Messages!
~For the cool spring breeze that I know will be gone in a few hours. I think we're supposed to hit 90 again today????
~Knowing to trust myelf, for the lessons learned over many years proving that my heart (and gut) don't steer me wrong.

Until tomorrow...
Have a delightful day whevere you are!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Better late than never!

Quick and easy thing to be grateful for today. Family! Which would be why I almost forgot to post my gratitude today. My Mom, Sis, Brother in Law, and two Nieces came up today for a weekend visit. It's been chaos and shenanigans, but tons of fun as always!

Also, John finally made it to where he's supposed to be in Iraq. Now maybe he can get settled, get internet set up, and we can fall into those odd, but normal deployment routines.

I may get a beatin' for posting this picture, but I can't resist. I love my April Fool and miss him terribly!

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

John's little mishap...

This morning I've very grateful that John's mishap at the range yesterday wasn't anything serious. Somehow, a stray shell casing flew at him and smacked him on the cheekbone just next to his eye. Yeeeouch! He probably has a second degree burn about an inch and a half long, but more than likely not bad enough to leave a scar. I'm just thankful that he's fine now other than a bit of pain.

Skye and I have a Prayer for Safety candle burning for him now from http://zenamoon.com/  and we're sending lots of protective energy his way. I'm the one who is supposed to attract weird accidents like tree branches stabbing me in the leg on hikes, falling UP the stairs and generally being the household clutz, not him! I'm really beginning to think they should give Army wives pay for extra stress and worry while their spouses are gone, just like the guys get hazard pay. I think we deserve it!

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Going backwards to move forward...

Yesterday I realized that to go forward during the next few months of John being in Iraq, I have to go backwards to re-learn how I was able to live through his last deployment.

The first thing I found was gratitude. No matter how hard each day was, I forced myself to look for something that I was grateful for.

Profound, spiritual or just the mundane, it didn't matter. As long as I brought my consciousness towards the blessings I have all around me. The tiniest tweak of my mind is all it takes to turn the days where I don't even want to get out of bed, into a day I'm thrilled to be alive, or at least willing to actually get out of bed!

So here we go again, my Daily Attitude of Gratitude!

Today, I'm grateful for a wonderful walk Skye and I took last night out into the woods behind our neighborhood. I've taken to calling it the Faery Woods, because everytime I go back there I find something magical. Last night was no exception! We left the house just before sunset, and walked down an old abandoned road just to see how far it went ( a LONG way!). As we ambled along, we saw a deer, heard all the birds twittering their goodnights, inhaled the sweet scent of spring buds and blossoms and even found clusters of wild daffodils to pick. As we journeyed back towards home, the moon slowly rose up into the sky like a huge golden ball. I felt like we were experiencing something Divine and definitely touched by Spirit.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010



A song for my beautiful girl Skye on her nineteenth birthday.



Rising from a shell
Running to spring
It is her time, it is her time
Watch her run with ribbons undone

She's a rose in a lily's cloak
She can hide her charms
It is her right, there will be time
To chase the sun with ribbons undone


She runs like a fire does
Just picking up daises
Comes in for a landing
A pure flash of lightning


Past alice blue blossoms
You follow her laughter
And then she'll surprise you
Arms filled with lavender


Yes my little pony is growing up fast
She corrects me and says
"You mean a thoroughbred"


A look in her eyes says the battle's beginning
From school she comes home and cries
I don't want to grow up Mom at least not tonight


You're a girl
Rising from a shell
Running through spring
With summer's hand in reach now
It is your time
It is your time
So just run with ribbons undone
It is your time yes my angel
It is your time
So just run with ribbons undone


~Ribbons Undone ~Tori Amos~