I am passionate about life, family, friends, and relationships. This blog is about survival. It's about the voyage through grief, and heartache, and joy, love and loss. It's about my experiences, and the very raw, and personal journey, and the highs and lows of living life in the best way I know how. It is honest, and real, and is often uncomfortable.
I have been pondering how to tell about this happening in my family’s life for over two weeks now, and still the right words to explain it are eluding me. It is a miracle I believe down deep in my soul, and yet, it is so precious, and sacred I almost cannot speak of it. … More Get Out…….
The day is damp, and the air hangs heavy. I can feel the moisture on my skin, and the fir trees are laden down with a bounty of pine cones. Droplets of water cling to the branches, and the street is quiet still…., The big work equipment has not started up their engines yet, cutting … More My brain fog….
Enjoy the ride, and sedate your beagle if you have one. Ha…now don’t judge because she doesn’t particularly like the car. When Logan, and his friend Nick, and I drove down to Colorado Springs to first meet little “Matilda” the beagle, she threw up in the “Handicrap van” within a few miles of driving … More Enjoy the ride……
Then the clouds came in…as they do, and the aquamarine of the sea, turned to grey, with distant navy blue on the horizon. There were miscellaneous boats about. A large catamaran, and various other moored sailboats, and the “parasail boat” was being loaded onto its trailer for the evening, eager to take up into the … More The view from my balcony….
This is real life, and it’s really messy, and it really hurts, and sometimes you want to jump aboard a rocket and sling shot yourself to Mars and hang out there for a bit. Maybe existing on a whole other planet for a while would stop the neurons from misfiring in your head, and a … More “planes, trains and automobiles”…
Whether you are a daughter, or a son, there was a Mother that birthed you. You may have been adopted, and chosen especially, or perhaps had your origins from a Petri dish. Whatever your beginnings, there was a Mother involved, and I want to celebrate the women in my life who molded and shaped who … More “This ones’ for the girls…”
It’s in the eyes, she relayed to me just last week. I wondered how we would know when it was …his time. We were not ready, how can we be?……… A cousin of mine let me know that our dogs will tell us when it’s their moment. You will see it in their eyes.. How … More When good-bye is not so good….
It seemed like the quaint thing to do.. Drag all of our not so useful belongings outside on a Friday morning. It sort of reminds me of camping. It seems like a straight forward idea, fun even at the onset, however when the carrying of supplies, camp stoves, and old desks ensues…some where along the … More “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure”…or woman…or child..
She wanted to come and visit, and spend some time with “Aunt Jill,” and I was touched, and delighted at the prospect. We lived a state or two away from one another, and before this had been able to spend more time together as families…but not so much..of late. Syd is 12…going on 25, and … More Just us girls…
There was an earthquake in in our home…in our lives really this last couple a years. As I sit watching the sun rise it’s glorious golden head, and splay the life giving orange across my kitchen table, it sends a beacon of color into a now, rather anemic looking living space. The walls in our … More Picking up your pieces..
Jilly Brandon 