God’s Gifts

I am having a hard time focusing on a particular topic these past few days. Then, a Godsend, I got an email from my soul sister, Mary.  This is a new term for our friendship, a precious gift that has spanned 40 plus years. It came about because of one of my blog posts where we both learned we shared one more experience. We had both lost a sibling at birth. To a list of many, we have one more shared one. It was one more confirmation that we are all here to share our life lessons.

I heard from Mary very early this morning–a red flag whenever you hear from someone either earlier or later than normal. She had lost her Uncle Ber and making arrangements to go back to Iowa. Many years ago, I was lucky enough to meet her uncle. I did not know a lot about him. I did know that he was important to her and was a strong and positive male role model for her.

Her loss reminded me of all the people who had come into my life over the years. I was incredibly blessed by family who supported my sisters and I when no one else was around. I wish so often that I could go back and thank all of them for all the sacrifices they made for us.

There is a lot here to think about and share. For now, I encourage everyone to think back to those people in your life who were always there for you–without fail. God sent many people into my life to help my family and me through the years right after my mom died. I certainly never thanked them or appreciated them enough.

I will be making my notes and encourage you to do the same. Include the names of those who have helped you along the way without asking for anything in return.

I send you my love and sympathy, dear friend and soul sister, Mary Kelly Moline. Safe journey back home to Waterloo. Know I will be joining you in raising a glass, toasting the good life and kindness of Uncle Ber.

I love you.

I am…

B…simply being…

God bless.

Peace

 

Inspiration

Sometimes inspiration comes from the damnedest places. I was having a hard time getting my thoughts together today. Every time I started to write the ideas just fizzled.

I think because I have less disruption in my life, things seem to work their own way into my mind. Tonight, I was sitting with our dog, Duffy. He’d spent the day at the groomers where they found he had an inflamed paw. I was soaking that paw in a tub of epsom salt and water when I overheard this quote being read. This may not be totally correct, my paraphrasing:

Life can be understood looking backward but life must be lived looking forward. 

Well. That certainly hit home. It is exactly what I have been trying to do for the majority of my life–understand what is going on in my life. With that in mind, I’d like to share a  few of the observations I have made so far (yes, unfortunately, there are more):

We are here to learn. In order to learn, we are given lessons. Some lessons we will complete successfully. Other lessons we will fail. Those lessons given are not just for us.  We are meant to share them–both the successes and the failures. By helping each other we re-enforce what we’ve learned–easy when the lessons shared are ones we completed successfully. What I am beginning to see is that if we help someone successfully learn a lesson we failed-it’s kinda like a do-over–we get a second chance at it. I think–I am not positive–but my gut tells me that we get the star on our page after that.

I believe that the real lesson is we are here to help each other. How we do that doesn’t matter–the simple truth is we did it.

B…simply being…

Love and peace, y’all.