It’s. Raining. Again. 15 days now … But the birds are still singing.
Right? The birds are still singing.
If I had no sight –
I would HEAR them sing even louder. And I would not be caught up in the visual. I would be told, simply by their song – that today was a happy day.
So close your eyes and even if just for a moment, HEAR, hear the song in your heart.
I like to think of myself as an optimist. I look for the good. I would rather see the good. Be positive, look on the bright side of things, there is always a silver lining. Yes, there are times when something will just “get to me.” But overall, and most times with a huge sigh, I will push on looking for that hidden message, that ounce of sunshine, that ray of light. It’s not always easy. In fact, some days…. some days I just give that blank stare, wonder wtf and turn and walk away…
Today. It’s raining – again. Three weeks ago, it hadn’t rained in quite a while, and the pollen count was off the charts… I developed a terrible sinus infection and bronchitis, which I am still battling to clear up 100%. We are now going on over two weeks of rain…and STILL the forecast is detailing none other than… rain. The rain has washed a lot of the pollen away. For this I am thankful. Sunday, we were given a break in the clouds and Tom and I were able to plant flowers and our garden. This morning, it is raining…. again…for this I am thankful. The plants that were put in the ground three days ago are not struggling under the beating heat of the sun… they are being massaged into growth. Tom was able to mow the grass during this break in continuous
The rain has washed a lot of the pollen away. For this I am thankful. Sunday, we were given a break in the clouds and Tom and I were able to plant flowers and our garden. This morning, it is raining…. again… The plants that were put in the ground three days ago are not struggling under the beating heat of the sun… they are being massaged into growth. Tom was able to mow the grass during this break in rain. And so now, it is greener and growing and although it will have to be mowed again – soon – it will provide a lush carpet of green for our photography.
But there is also periods of SUN. Windows of opportunity. Times when we can get out and appreciate and enjoy what we have been missing. In life, we are not going to always have “perfect weather”… what determines our happiness, is our reaction to the “weather.” We can be thankful that there is less pollen. We can be thankful that what we have planted will have an opportunity to grow without stress. We can be thankful that there will be a break to get in there and plant more. Take care of things – appreciate the sun when the opportunity presents itself.
Our struggles are sometimes created by our own outlook. Granted… there are times when dismal is hard to get past. Times when there just seems no hope in sight. Times when the forecast simply reads “mostly cloudy, plenty of clouds, t-storm possible.” Take a moment and embrace the “periods of sun, sunshine, and some clouds.”
Keep kicking. Keep swimming. Create your own sunshine and climb up and out of it. Never quit. Never give up.
#attitudeiseverything #neverquit #seethesunshine #bethesunshine #BwhoUr
It’s been three Mother’s Days without my mom. I thought it would get easier as time went on, but it’s only harder. The realization that this is “it.” This is real. She will never come back and it is horrible. I went to bed last night hoping for a visit in my dreams. I wasn’t disappointed, she made an appearance, I wish I could remember the details.
I remember what we “used to do.” Breakfast with mom first, that was the start of our day, and then we would go off on our own to celebrate ourselves, because, after all, I was a Mom, and it was my day too. Mom and Dad would go “antiquing” for the day.
Today. We went to breakfast. Lynn and Sean were there – it’s her regular routine to come to breakfast with Dad on Sunday. Mike and Cari and Emily and Ricky came to breakfast too – this was for “Me.” My Happy Mothers Day. I was able to have a photo of “my kids” and I. I have a new one this year, “officially” … Afterward, everyone went on their way, just like before. Only this time, again,… there was no “Mom.” Just. “This Mom.” It was “my” day to do whatever I wanted. Oh, how I wish it were still “her” day.
Tom and I had bought flowers yesterday so we could plant all day. My first planting was the planter I made for mom’s headstone. We did our dump run, and on the way back stopped by to “give it to her.” We were not alone. There were several others there “visiting mom.” Standing there in the sunlight, being thankful that mom’s rose bush at her grave is about to bloom, knowing that she would really like that, and knowing that once the flowers in the container I placed there today, start to bloom she will smile, because others will see them… I can’t help but be jealous of those who are not standing where I was today.
I would never EVER wish this on you. But I am jealous. Jealous that today, you were able to hug your mom. Jealous that you could be irritated with her because she meddles and is involved in your life when you would rather she mind her own business. I hope you hugged your mom today and told her you love her.
We came home and spent the day planting flowers… something mom would have loved to do and something that I now do. I can’t seem to get enough of the perfect flower bed, and several varieties. I know someday it will become too much to take care of, but right now I plant and plant… and I love every root I put in the ground….
Tomorrow is not promised for anyone. Be thankful for today and grasp every moment of it.