It’s All Relative

This has been, a year. Two thousand twenty years from the birth of Jesus. 525,600 minutes, how do YOU measure a year? How do you quantify the moments of life within 12 months, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes? 

My year began in measurements of family and moments of loss. Family. Relatives. People we are connected with, by blood? Genetics? Proximity? Stitched together in tapestry and ripped apart, cut into smaller pieces, to be stitched and connected to different collections of people. 

For me, this year was an unintended Pandora’s Box. A beginning of great and unexpected things. The story of this year, begins a long time ago. Forty-nine years ago to be precise. When one mother gave a gift to another mother. The gift of a child. Then, On December 31, 2019 the mother who received the gift, the child, let go of life, creating a hole in the universe. The universe responded with a miracle. The mother who gave the child away, the mother who gave the gift, was found. With the discovery came a sister and brother, aunts and uncles, cousins and.....relatives. Family. 

I’ve often thought, in this year of great and unexpected things, that the space-time continuum was ripped to create a hole for it all to converge. Space-time fabric. It’s time to sew it back together and wrap the two under one quilt. 

How did you measure your year? How will you measure the next? 

Seasons of Love 

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

How do you measure? Measure a year?

In daylights,

In sunsets,

In midnights,

In cups of coffee,

In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife

In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

How do you measure a year in a life?

How about love?

How about love?

How about love?

Measure in love...

Seasons of love...

Seasons of love...

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

How do you measure a life of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned

Or in times that she cried

In bridges he burned

Or the way that she died

Its time now to sing out though

The story never ends

Let's celebrate remember a year in a life

Of friends

Remember the love...

(Oh you gotta remember the love)

Remember the love...

(Oh yeah, its a gift from up above)

Remember the love...

(Sing out, give out, measure your life

In looooooove...!)

Seasons of love...

Seasons of love...

Retro-Spect

When I originally decided to make efforts to start publishing my random thoughts, again, it took some time to compose what I thought I should publish. It would seem that in years past I was prone to speak before I put any thought into the response. Older and wiser or perhaps just older.

I am fond of telling people that the older I get the less I know. I have avoided a social media presence, because, honestly, this social media thing makes me nervous. There are a lot of what ifs. It feels like starting Middle School all over again. Am I pretty enough? Am I skinny enough? Am I smart enough? Will anyone like me? It is, SCARY! 

Once upon a time I grew up, I got married and I had Offspring. Then the Offspring grew up. Now, they do it on their own and I suppose it’s a chance for me and the hubby to be, just us again. “Empty Nest” they call it. But this nest isn’t empty, it’s just aged like a comfortable old sofa. Worn around the edges with familiar, discolored spots. We’ve added a few new members and even lost one. I love this comfy old couch. 

I am resolved to keep moving forward and keep learning this thing called life. I’ve started my private practice. Set up space to help people when they are lost and I am embracing the new and sometimes scary. I am an aging dog, but I can learn new tricks. So, social media here I am. I hope you’ll join me on my adventures and don’t be afraid to share a little bit of what makes you apprehensive. 

Half Century Reboot

There was a time, in life, that I utilized scarce moments to journal my thoughts in the realm of this little internet spot. Then, life happened. Offspring grow up, people come and people go and I, phew, got old-er-ish. Here I am, approaching the close of 2020 and looking at the reality of - a half century old. 

Today marks one year to the day. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. How do YOU measure a year? Boy howdy what a year it has been. It began with a farewell, a march, a discovery and then - a virus, a lockdown, an earthquake, riots, unrest, drought, pestilence, an election...and here we are, back at the day the train sped up and I headed into hell. 

I have, in the past, shared the workings of my crazy mind with you, here at this spot. I have decided that today is a fitting day to re-boot my Miscellaneous Musings. A collection of the mundane happenings in my life. 

Welcome Back, I’m glad you came to visit.

Molly