This weekend has been quite wild. Celebrating my son's 22 birthday in a very unique way. Partying is what I believe it is called. Love. Yes, love is celebrating. As I was contemplating all the ornaments on my tree, that is exactly what I perceived. Love. 36 years of love. I married the first time at the age of 16. My grandmother gave me some ornaments from her tree. Recalling, growing up, remembering the years of travelling to visit my grandmother at Christmas, and remembering her "tree", yes, her tree was very large with lots of decorations. Today, these "ornaments" dance for me. Each and every decoration has a story to tell on its own. Being a child of love, that is all that I see. I know there is cruelty in this world. I know there is ugliness in this world. Yet, I choose to see beauty.
I know there was a day in my grandmother's life when all she saw was "beauty". My grandfather died the year I was born. She was left with 8 children to raise on her own. Then, the government made her move out of her home. They built, this is in Wilmington, NC, where they built the "New Hanover Bridge" where her house once stood. That house bordered many soldiers. Not to mention my father's family. The downstairs was a store. An old country store. I can still see my grandmother with her white apron on chopping the meat. The "upstairs" was her home. That "home" to where all the many christmas trees stood.
Anyway, back to my "ornaments". Yes, every ornament tells a story. No matter how sad, how mad, how elated, they each with their own uniqueness tells a story. It is almost as if the tree is alive and dancing with the many, many different stories.
Yes, this weekend was about family. It was about celebrating. Oh man! The discovery of crab legs which absolutely melt in my mouth! It was also about friends. Trusting. Loving. Celebrating. Celebrating life for what it is. Trusting the universe. Is that what we do? Trust the universe or...heaven forbid, we trust ourselves? Seems to me, only "we" know what we need. This thing called "love"???? Love hurts. Love can suck. Because, we are, afterall, only human.
I know there was a day in my grandmother's life when all she saw was "beauty". My grandfather died the year I was born. She was left with 8 children to raise on her own. Then, the government made her move out of her home. They built, this is in Wilmington, NC, where they built the "New Hanover Bridge" where her house once stood. That house bordered many soldiers. Not to mention my father's family. The downstairs was a store. An old country store. I can still see my grandmother with her white apron on chopping the meat. The "upstairs" was her home. That "home" to where all the many christmas trees stood.
Anyway, back to my "ornaments". Yes, every ornament tells a story. No matter how sad, how mad, how elated, they each with their own uniqueness tells a story. It is almost as if the tree is alive and dancing with the many, many different stories.
Yes, this weekend was about family. It was about celebrating. Oh man! The discovery of crab legs which absolutely melt in my mouth! It was also about friends. Trusting. Loving. Celebrating. Celebrating life for what it is. Trusting the universe. Is that what we do? Trust the universe or...heaven forbid, we trust ourselves? Seems to me, only "we" know what we need. This thing called "love"???? Love hurts. Love can suck. Because, we are, afterall, only human.
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