Deletion

After deleting a very, very ugly remark on my last post, I ran out to the store to get soup for my daughter, who is recovering from having all 4 of her wisdom teeth removed. She brought 2 of them home in a bag. Was wondering why the surgeon saved them for her, when I realized that I have all of my children's baby teeth saved in a bag, from where the "tooth fairy" would place money under their pillows, and retrieve the tooth. Anyway, coming back home from the store, as I turned down one street, a car was stopped at the stoplight. I heard "shouting" and turned to see a man violently striking a woman and the woman desperately trying to get away from him. Instantly, flashes appeared. Flashes of my past. Violence is terrible. Instant reactions. Coming home to my "safe haven" was so pleasing. Yet, those "flashes" of memory, those "de ju vous" can be just as painful. Until, I stop and look around at the reality of my home now. The essence is overwhelming. Every ounce of "love" overflows. Yet, to get there, you have to see both sides, at least, that was the way it was for me.

Back again to reality, I talked with my mom this morning. She was telling me about how there were so many leaves in her yard. She said my oldest son, Craig, mowed them last week, but the yard is covered yet again. Then she tells me the story of all the acorns from her Oak tree. She said that it is a "sign" of a hard winter. That made me want to go outside and take pictures of all the beautiful, colorful trees surrounding me, even though I live in the city. Now, that I think about it, I will have to go back and ask her where that "sign of a hard winter" came from. I wonder where she learned that?

My younger son just left. He just left the MTSU game and stopped by here to eat on his way to the Vanderbilt-Gators game. He brought with him, his friend Brandon. At the very moment they arrived, the scene from "Harry Meets Sally" was on - it was the scene where Sally was "faking" an orgasm. What an ice opener! I had never met this friend before. He was so big, like a football player, very well built. Senior at MTSU. He is going to University of Florida when he graduates from MTSU to be an "exercise scientist". We hit it off big time in conversing. He loved my paintings, told me his grandmother painted "nature". Anyway, what impressed me so much, was when he left, he hugged me. My head rested on his chest! A young man so full of life, yet, so full of respect for his elders. Watching my children grow. Watching their life expand to the mysteries of all that life entails. What a wonderful life it is!