|photo by Aaron J. Grohn|
I have had such a wonderfully educational past few months. I have learned some valuable lessons in so many different avenues of life. I have made strides to take charge of me. And I have had fun and some tears, along the way. My life isn't much different than yours, I would guess. We share that essences of life as humans, but as my favorite uncle Alfonso used to say, "why bitch about life when not one else has suffered more or less than you and just understands when you say, your hanging in there?" If you are noticing a marked lessening of the sarcastic edge to this old bagg, well then you see the rough edges have been polished down with some very intense elbow grease. Oh I still speak fluent sarcasm, it's just I am in such a happy place that the smart assiness seems out of place.
I am blessed. Now if you had told me a few months ago that I would once again be level headed and able to see reality for what it is, I would have probably spun my head around spewing green pea soup and said, oh hah, but I am back to being, knock on wood, okay.
This has truly been the hardest journey, mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually, I have ever been on. Lost the map a couple of times, mislaid my glasses and couldn't see where I was going, metaphorically, but here at this rest stop, at this blessed moment in time,
I don't like to make promises and then not be able to keep them, but I would like to say that I am going to try to share what is happening here at Casa de Cuckoo, with the minor and major players in the lovely soap opera we call house and home. I hope you'll still be out there cheering us on and that you'll let us know how you are doing.
So until next time, later this week, road map willing and the creek don't rise,
Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda