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My pretty foot.

My pretty foot.

All the way around to my ankle.

All the way around to my ankle.

These were done by Daphne.

Yep. They were among her first attempts at even doing any sort of henna tattooing.

This all came about because of my sweet sister.

At the beginning of our Sisters Retreat Weekend, we are asked to stand up and announce to the Circle who we are, and what we bring to the community. Some women respond with, I’m a massage therapist. Others say, I’m really good at listening. I spoke of my own truths and talents. Daphne’s response was: I’m Daphne, and I’m not good at anything. I don’t have any talents.
😦

My sisters strove to change her mind on that. And Saturday morning one sister asked Daphne to put a mandala on her belly. She, like many of us, know about Daphne’s talent for free-handed drawings of mandalas. She brought some henna and told Daphne to decorate. So she did. After all, even Daphne knows not to speak back to one of her aunts. LoL

Beautiful henna - made even more so by the little boy inside.

Beautiful henna – made even more so by the little boy inside.

I am so grateful to her, and the others, who encouraged my child. To the ones who complimented her talents. To her for decorating my own foot and ankle. I feel so ubber pretty with my decorations. The only direction I gave her was to start at my big toe, and end around my ankle area. I think that she did an amazing job. I am looking forward to more of her talents being displayed upon my body.

At the end of the weekend, we are asked to give our thoughts on our experiences. Daphne said, “I’m grateful that I now know what my talent is.”

((*BIG MOMMA SIGH*))

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capacity for love

I’ve had this imagine as a backdrop on my computer for a while now. Usually I find an image or saying that I like, and change it out every couple of days. This one has been here for over a month. It really speaks to me.

I find that in divorce you spend a great deal of time alone. Not just fake alone, where you are in a room full of people and feel alone. I mean really alone. No people around, alone.

I’m not completely alone of course. There are my children, who occupy space with me a great deal. Except when they are visiting their dad for the weekend, or one of their friends. I also have friends that I hang out with; though not any more than when I was married. These are things that I had not thought of when I got a divorce. I actually thought that I would have more time for my friends and such. I haven’t chosen to spend any more time being social now, than when I was married. Okay, a little more; but not great leaps and bounds of time. I joined a book club. We meet once a month. That’s about the amount of added time to my social schedule.

The weekends when the children are gone, I find things to do. I work on my home. I paint a room. I try to keep improving my yard. I get the car washed. I drive out to the beach. I do laundry. I shop and try out new cooking recipes. I journal. I read. I color mandalas. Yes, I am one of the growing trend of adults who color. I actually never stopped. I was one of those teenagers who colored. Then I did it along side of my kids, and made pretend that I wasn’t weird. LoL

The point is, I occupy my time, doing things that I find enjoyable. I am learning to enjoy my own company. I would like to say that I enjoy the silence but I’m not that good yet. I almost always have music on; either the radio, or a CD album in the DVD player. Yes, I use my TV as a very expensive CD player. Its not Autumn yet.

I’d like to say that I’m perfect, but I do have moments where I wish that I were not at the beach alone. That when I see the sun setting, I could point out the beauty that Mother Nature was painting, to some one. Its moments like this that I envy those who have a “Somebody to Love”. I do have a somebody. I have several. I just don’t have them nearby. The closest one is 7 states away. So I am left alone to enjoy the beauty of the twilight sky. I don’t ever get to show it to anyone, but – me; and I can’t just tuck it away and show them when I do get to spend time with a Somebody.

After all, Mother Nature does not believe in Repeats.

I like how this man explained the concept of “Marriage”, from where I grew up. It falls in line with my own thoughts on Love. It simply extends my beliefs to marriage, and how it is a commitment between people. Sometimes the commitment is for a lifetime. Sometimes 30 years. Sometimes 10.

The commitment at its basic, is a daily choice.

matawindstorm

Yesterday my Facebook page lit up with a rainbow of color. Most of my friends have rainbow colored profile pictures. I did not colorize mine, even though I very much support the decision, I simply did not do it.

Where is marriage going? To me I find the legal rights of marriage what all the argument is about, as compared to the religious rights. Anyone can turn a good thing into a bad thing, and others can turn a bad thing into a good thing.

I look at nomadic law, where families traveled around the desert. The men did the hunting and gathering of the food, and the women did much of the work that needed done in the camps. This was done for safety. A man provided for all who lived in his tent, under his roof so to speak, his wife, his children. Each Man had his own…

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mom muffins 2

Look who took me to breakfast. Even gave me coffee. 🙂

mom muffins

My daughters have been like having twins, in more days than not.   Even when they were little, everything we did, we did in pairs.  Change 1 diaper – change them both.  Do one girl’s hair – then do the other.  I taught Daphne, right along side of Rebecca, when doing numbers, shapes, letters, colors, and so forth.  They learned to ride a bike on the same day.  They spoke within days of each other.  So many times it was like Rebecca was waiting for Daphne to ‘catch up’ – before she would do anything.

Same thing for the prom.  This was their first year going.  Each of them…. Together.

My beautiful daughters.

My beautiful daughters.

You gotta get down... you'll be taller than me in those heels!

You gotta get down… you’ll be taller than me in those heels!

Daphne - Classic elegance

Daphne – Classic elegance

Rebecca - Princess

Rebecca – Princess