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.

trying to remember

to be mindful

my two frequent companions remind me of that and allow it to happen.
Missy Hope has been asking, nearly begging, for more attention in recent weeks. She bats at me and at times practically climbs up my leg when I am standing still. Thankfully her claws are kept in. She is only trying to tell me she needs loving. When I sit at my computer in the den she is often sitting down beside me and sticks up  a paw as well. After I bring her to my lap she often does not stay long but prefers to go back to her spot beneath my chair.

Sometimes the outdoors beckon. I sit on the deck chair, newly cleaned of snow, and try to do art. Creating can be somewhat cumbersome wrapped in a blanket and having to wear a warm jacket to prevent shivering. I took my breakfast out one morning. Even though we had some lovely warm afternoons the nights and mornings are still chilly. I did not keep my food tray outside for very long. Those days will return, soon enough. 
Mindful ~ warmth within, birds singing, a chill touch, but not freezing on my skin. Some days sunlight. Some days darkest clouds ~ ready to spill ~ bringing a tickle to my spirit ~ the excitement. Some days thunder ~ crackling closely. My heart tries to calm ~ for the pooch. I am near. You are safe ~ as safe as I can have you be, regretful for the remedy forgotten.

 

kitty

purring in my ear

please stay close

your loving brings me calm

kitty

batting at my leg

thank you for the interruption

my shoulders need a break

kitty

curled up on the chair

thank you for the reminder

to pause and let me "be"

 

Inspiration still seems to elude me. Journal pages occur, but seem almost a struggle to create. I believe I have finally felt some creative stirrings within. I have begun applying gesso to pages of an old ledger book I purchased a couple of years ago. Hoping to share more art soon.

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Angels be with you dear friends.