Amateur Recluse

I recently added, “amateur recluse,” to a profile bio. I have zero shame in admitting that—hell, it’s been a long time coming. It just feels right with my soul.

Age, gives us the benefit of hindsight, which, when lovingly sown, grows wisdom. This is the time of my life—the time I was meant to Be—everything my silent, mindful heart never dreamed of.

Recluse? Well, not fully...yet, but age wears me well and I will express my gratitude for every moment passing, until she wears me, no more.

Connect with Spirit. Be kind to one another. Keep Love in your hearts. Forgive yourself. Peace.

Grandmothers

I woke up the other morning thinking about my grandmother, Nanee. She was the quintessential grandmother—her essence, unconditional love and her home the embodiment of it. Many of my best childhood memories were made there: a simple cardboard box filled with old wooden toys, vacation Bible school, cinnamon toast, a cuckoo clock striking the hour, the smell of my Pawpaw’s pipe, a tall ceramic Siamese cat perched on the hearth, bubble baths, butter beans eaten with a toothpick, an old McCoy’s cookie jar and this green communal water jug, to name a scant few.

This is not THE jug, but it is the closest I could find on eBay. Everyone in the house, all the kids from the neighborhood—we all drank icy cold water from this vessel. We were a circle of hot and sweaty kids standing on cool linoleum with dirty bare feet in the light of the open fridge slugging water, smiling at each other, wiping our mouths with the back of our arms...I never saw Nanee refill it. It was always full and always ice cold. It was magic, just like childhood ought to be. Thanks Nanee.

Peace

LIVE!!

Spending less time on social media unquestionably has its perks. As a writer, the flip side of that is getting absolutely nothing done. Eh. Life is short and managing ten plus platforms is making me crazy, so I stepped away for a bit.

I laughed more, took more scenic drives with the fam bam, enjoyed the art of mid-day napping, worked in the yard, played endless games of catch with our crazy canine, learned how fun Jackbox TV can be, ate ice cream for dinner—no schedule, no rules, just lived in the moment and loved every drop of joy in my cup that runneth over.

This world is filled with beauty, wonder, love and kindness if that is where your focus lies. God is so good. Trust Him. Love Him. Love one another. Be grateful for right now because it's all we have. Take a deep breath, throw the rule book out, and LIVE!!

Peace