going home

 

 As I was thinking last night about what to say with this journal page post, I began to realize there is much more to it than what I first realized. I had done most of the page a few weeks ago when my Mom was ready to be discharged from hospital. The doctors were trying for two weeks to sort things with her condition and dissolve the clots in her lungs. We were all so happy to hear of Mom's return to a more comfortable place with her health. Words of a nurse I spoke with one day saying Mom was "cute", encouraged me to know she would be going back to the nursing home soon, a place where she has been very comfortable and seems quite happy from what we can tell.

After my Dad had gone to his final beloved home in February, the news of my Mom's major difficulty with breathing only a couple of months later, was extremely tough to take in. My own sense of home has been shaken, at times much more than I would even like to think about.
 Knowing that I have art supplies, a talent and love for creating, as well as a love of life, has helped a great deal for me to remember that I am comfortable and my home is in my heart.

My family, friends and so many angels surround me to bring comfort, to keep me in "my home". 

Angel blessings to each and every one of you.

Light of the sun - November 17, 2006 - A day of many photos.

New light was supposed to be a photo with the moon. You can barely see it. I love the picture anyway. It's from our backyard. The streets were too icy to take much time to walk back to an open space.

I took many photos on way to Saskatoon and back. These are some of the images on way back from Saskatoon. I'll share more of the photos in upcoming days.

I'm chomping at the bit to get back to real art. This digital stuff seems more like pretend.

I spoke with my Dad. All went well. He was acting quite typically when I spoke with him. My brother told me the nurses in recovery wanted Dad to stay. He was handing out many compliments. Ah, my Dad - apparently being a "cheeky" old elephant.

Then
Chief of elephants.
Protector of All.
If he heard sign of danger
Far off,
Or near,
He would run,
Gather in all to safety,
Protection.

His own
He kept close by,
Especially Youngest.
She needed most protection.

He felt responsible
When danger came near
Or even touched,
Especially Youngest.

Perceived danger -
He was there,
Especially Youngest,
But all.

Wonderful Chief of Elephants.
I, Youngest,
Am so proud
To call you Dad.

March 23, 2004

This is about my Dad, then. He is now 83 years old. I wanted to share this today as he is having a minor surgery this afternoon. I love him very much.

I suppose I should mention that I hold grave concern about the elephants and their plight. When we were on safari in Africa I saw elephants as such a wonderful creation of God, even though they created some devastation of trees in areas where they moved. I love elephants very much.