Letting Go of Pebbles of Time

There comes a times in everyone's life when we need to let go.  

Let go .....let go.....let go. Stuff. 

The makings of stuff weigh us down and letting go is the freeing benefit we wish for. Family is the utmost importance thing to me as those particular relationships are  golden formed with love from the beginning. Not the kind of love you manifest and form later on in life but the actual essence of unending. Undying, unadulterated love. Mother and child, child and siblings, and this brings me to the point of this blog. I am hoping that loved ones come to understand each other and learn the depths of "family", what it is, how important it is, and how they will draw from each other as they too will grow older. Someday they will be the honored elders and will be asked for their wisdom.

My pathway in life has rounded many bends but the bends of time that lead me away from loved ones that have passed are the hardest to let go of. I've collected Pebbles in time, experiences with loved ones, and after their passing I inherited their Pebbles, their stuff. Wanting to create a simpler life I finally reached the point where I need to let go. I inherited my mothers and grandmothers "stuff". Hung on to it for years, rearranged, dusted, washed and displayed it. Now I want to pack it up and let it go. Does this free me to obtain a more minamist life style? No, not really but getting rid of "stuff" helps. Although, I know it's going to my children, in their 40's now, responsible, and caring, it still leaves me with a sense of guilt. So, letting go, but not too far.... lol.
My stuff is in boxes, I feel better for letting go. Pebbles in waters of life make ripples for others to learn from. Gratitude...... I have universal gratitude. I'm a lucky soul.

Tribute to My Brother Bob Jones

...My Brother,.... he who walked me to school, who shared his trains with me, who saved me from drowning, who was partners in crime with me peeking at hidden Christmas gifts, although not hidden well, he who was sometimes embarrassed of his little sister, me,  but defended me always, he who shared what he had and the last bite was given to me, he who loved showing his little sister off when she wasn't so little but a blossoming teenager, he who showed me the peek hole at the cottage from the upper bunk so we could watch tv secretly when we were suppose to be sleeping, he who taught me about fairness, he who engaged in arguments challenging me in every way but ultimately  I learned to be a better person, he who shares secrets with me  which I hold dearly to this day, (only he and I know), he who thinks sometimes I'm strange, weird and odd but loves me anyway in all my ways, he who held out his hand while ice skating (Denslow St.) so I wouldn't fall,  he who showed me the ropes while growing into adulthood, he who let me play with his toys at Christmas, because I had a smidgen of tomboy in me, he who played with me when he probably didn't really want to, he who fixed my broken toys.....

This is my brother and so much more. This is who I look up to. This is my best friend. 

I love you Bob Jones.

I hold you in my heart daily and will always walk with you.

Sadly my brother died in March of 2017. This was written for him and he read it two weeks before his passing. 

So, if you love someone, tell them.

The Pea vs Venus Fly Trap Story

.......the annual Twilight Zone marathon reminds me without fail of my mother's Venus Fly Trap. Some have heard the story, but here goes....this is how I apologize every year to my mom, owning it.

PEA vs Venus Fly Trap STORY.....

......I remember Twilight Zone was on every Friday night at 9, right after Outer Limits. 

I so recall Friday nights, my mom served peas. I so hated peas then. Loved them now. I wasn't allowed to watch the shows until my peas were gone. I watched a lot of television in the reflection in the kitchen window. 

I tried to rein in my strength to eat peas but couldn't. About 2 or 3 months later my mothers beautiful, huge, (largest I've ever seen, even now) Venus Fly Trap died. Sigh, I guess it wasn't a vegetarian.  I've always felt guilt about feeding it those peas weekly.

The attached pics are not her plant, her's was 6 times larger or more......