I have never given much thought to shadows, they are just there…but not quite. Something we can see but not touch. They breath, yet not.
I wake and think of you…each night I think of you, and on it goes.
My days are full, I do what I do, I have a good life, I am just missing part of it.
I think about your wacky sense of humor, and I miss it.
You are one of the bravest women I know, your sense of adventure is inspiring. I find myself thinking of when I was young, I can’t even imagine myself at that age going to the places you’ve been.
Sometimes I put my face to the wind, close my eyes, breathing in the scent of the air and imagine you are doing the same.
I will never let go…not as long as I have breath in my body.
My wish for you is the gift of time; the understanding and wisdom that comes with it, the peace and love that floods your life.
This is my life, as the mother of an estranged daughter.
When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?
Not sure I want to go back to that time era, it was one of such mystery and intrigue. Being a teenager in the 70’s was like watching a really bad theatre production. Tacky costumes, with the actors swaying back and forth.
With the emphasis on swaying back and forth.
To be honest, I don’t think I thought too far ahead at that age. I know that sounds a bit blonde, and that also disappeared a long time ago, but really, I don’t remember thinking about that or planning ahead.
I have been doing various forms of art my whole life, so I imagine my thoughts were about being an artist, and just doing my thing.
The way my life is now? Yes it’s a good thing, I’m headed down a new path of discovery, and I have a family that loves and supports me. I’d say that’s a very good thing.
Peace baby, and have a great day. :0)