The Californians Who Can’t Budge
I remember thinking my parents were so square when I was a kid. I thought my Mom was overprotective and my Dad clueless. I mean seriously, what could they know about anything? They were ignorant. Ha! I do believe I had that backwards.
My Mom had little gems of wisdom for every situation. Some I thought were amusing and others seemed more like harping to me. I vowed that I would never utter some of the wisdoms spewed by my Mom. Never!
It’s funny how things change. You grow up and become a parent. There was no way you could have ever known that you could love another human being as much as you love your child. There’s nothing like that love in this world. As your child grows they begin to venture out on their own. In little ways at first. Their first steps-you worry about the surroundings as you don’t want them to hurt themselves. Their first day of school-knowing they are going to hate it. You know they will have the hardest time leaving your side. It’s more likely that it was you that had separation anxiety. I know I did. Their injuries-doing something you warned them not to do. Their first heartache. How your heart hurt for them. The first time they drove a car. That imaginary brake and steering wheel that your Mom always used flashed before you. Don’t lie.
Yes everything changes. You find yourself doing everything you can to protect your child. There are some things that you have to let them learn on their own but there are other instances where you had to intervene. That’s when it happens. You utter the words that you swore you never would. But you don’t cringe when you hear them as you did when you were a kid. No, you understand now exactly what your parents were saying. You understand it perfectly.
I don’t know about you but I remember calling my Mom and apologizing. She wasn’t stupid or ignorant. She knew what she was talking about because she had lived and learned these lessons herself. She wasn’t psychic when she warned you about certain people and boom it always came to pass. No she wasn’t psychic, she was wise. She could see what you couldn’t at that time. It’s wisdom that we are not born with but comes to us through experience.
So here’s one my Mom uttered regularly:
“How did someone as dumb as me have such brilliant children?” I too have uttered these very words. Thanks Mom! My heartfelt apologies once more.
Here’s to all the little gems of wisdom!
A taste of – If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
“I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.”
Beautiful, right? If you didn’t know any better, you might assume that it was song lyrics. I am sure that many lyricists have drawn inspiration from poetry.
Discovering the inspiration or the muse for a lyricist or a poet is fascinating to me. I love discovering the story behind the creation of a great song. Not that it really matters as a song or a poem is defined by the listener or the reader. We make it what we want it to be. What it is to one may not be what it is to another and that is beautiful. We make these pieces our own.
Poetry like music can move you, provoke images, transport you, evoke memories and leave you wanting more. Songs and poetry have a flow, a rhythm. Can you feel music? Yes!!! Instrumentals can tell a story, provoke a certain feeling. Can you feel the sadness in some instrumentals or instrumental solos? Of course you can.
Then you have the really great songs. The ones that both the music and the lyrics speak to you. The ones that give you goosebumps. But what if you take away the music? Leave just the lyrics. A capella if you will. Right there! That’s poetry.
Hmm, maybe there is no correlation. Maybe music and poetry are actually…one in the same.
Anguilla (British West Indies)
I am a very outgoing individual. At the same time I stay to myself a lot. I don’t share with everyone the details of my life. It’s very difficult for me to allow people to get too close to me. I have my reasons. I can go out carry on a conversation with anyone. I can joke and throw come backs in a flash. What I can’t do is let just anyone close to me. Life has provided me with some hard lessons. I sit back and observe people for a very long time. I’m sure I’m not the only one.
You see, my heart is precious to me. I will not let just anyone occupy it. My time is just as precious. I will not waste it. I am loving, kind, generous, good hearted woman that is cautious.
Next time someone will not engage with you in the way that you wish; don’t assume it’s due to this person being snooty.
Maybe just maybe they are being cautious, being standoffish. This isn’t a bad thing, it’s a self-preservation thing.
Have you ever experienced this? It’s a horrible feeling. For someone to maneuver against you and then to act as savior. Its narcissism at its finest, or should I say at its worst? It’s difficult when you have a kind heart to understand how anyone can act in such a way.
You can never take this personally. This person had an agenda. Maybe you decided to leave an unhealthy relationship. Maybe this person is jealous of you for whatever reason. Maybe you were just a pawn. It could be any number of reasons. Regardless of the reason, for someone to act in such a way means there’s something missing from this person’s character, from their soul. So DO NOT take it personally.
How this person acted is on them. How you react, is on you. Do better, be better. Stop racking you brain trying to understand why! Do not waste your time. Just be thankful you are nothing like this person.
Today and every day the most important thing in life are the people that you love.
My family went out to eat together last night to celebrate Thanksgiving. Was it our traditional gathering? No. Sometimes everyone cannot be together on Thanksgiving Day, for whatever reason.
Everyone with their plate of varying food before them, I realized it wasn’t about the food. It was and is about time with those that you love. This being the first Thanksgiving without my Mom makes me appreciate these moments with my loved ones more than ever.
Treasure every second you have with your loved ones. Remember the time you have with them is most precious. Many blessings to all.