Meandering Thoughts and Photos

I was so thrilled last nite as I got my first overseas post card. Thank you so much Naomi. I LOVE it. I was starting to think no one sent me a postcard. Thank you thank you. This will go on the wall with the other two I got from Sassy.

And another exciting event as son brought in the mail was the finalized copy of the book my son and Sherry wrote on Chronic pain. Tomorrow will be the publish day for the book.

And then two lovely gifts I got from online friends. One knows me well and sends me things about dreaming the dream and I love them. They are around my room to keep me inspired.

and the other from an online friend who likes to make me laugh. Both presents sure brightened my sick day.

And then today, son brought me in pictures of my sunflowers…so last nite and today have been really wonderful in spite of feeling so bad. Rest is helping and the beautiful things that came in the mail helped boost my mojo.

And my room has been cleaned up and all the debris from the construction gone and my reborn dolls have a new bed…on top of Jack’s hut where I can see them from my bed.

How could I not feel joy with such beautiful things and beautiful people in my life. I am truly blessed by all in my life including the health issues I deal with for if I had not had to deal with the health things I have, I might never have met so many wonderful people.

oh and one more picture…to show you where son is going to build the closet for me, we have put my clothes rack and my dresser in my new bathroom.

I might not feel good but my heart is overflowing with happiness and with joy. I am just:

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So glad you liked it, Deb! I’ll send you some more.

Comment by Naomi Baltuck | August 26, 2012 | Reply
“Too blessed to be stressed” one of my favorite sayings! I hardly know where to begin to comment today! That is one of the most unique postcards I’ve ever seen and I can only imagine the joy it brought you to receive it, but your eyes tell me of such excitement I can visualize you clapping your hands! WE GET such joy of the thoughtfulness of another don’t we? What a great surprise filled day of treasures when you are feeling so badly and needing a lift, and a great surprise from those who care, I am gladdened by the human connection of care… then I scrolled down to those pictures of the sunflowers and I have to tell ya friend, YOU know how to grow them out there in that soil that is less than desirable. I lost my breath as I gazed on the beauty of those sunflowers and their glory… those two dolls scared me for a moment as I thought perhaps you had also received the gift of babes that are real! Oh my… haha … Surrounding you in a white light of healing and many more postcards and donations to get you where you need to go along with food in the fridg to strengthen you for the days to come as we prepare for Hurricane Issac here in the south… blessings on the breeze to you and CJ today and always… along with those who are sending you those postcards and offering support to you each day. with love and gratitude for all that you are to so many.

Comment by SHERRY E SHOWALTER | August 26, 2012 | Reply
So glad things are better and praying that you will feel better too. Great Sunflowers they are so tall. The veggies your son has grown are really something also to be very proud of as I know you are. I love where your babies are they are beautiful too.

Comment by Darlene | August 26, 2012 | Reply
I didn’t know sunflowers came in those beautiful colors! And you must tell us where to find the new book.

Comment by estherlou | August 26, 2012 | Reply

About Me

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Those that know me know that this red sparkly headband is symbolic. When they see the headband on me, they know I am fighting hard physically. It is my symbolic Samson’s hair. It is getting my mojo on and geared up for robo mom to once more fight a battle. And the headband is on now and will be on for a long time. I live with my son who is my caretaker and I am so blessed.

Me with mojo on.

And when things are toughest, I will resort to my dreams to keep me going.

I am 63 and will soon be 64. Life has been a journey of health issues since I was 32 and got sprayed by a crop duster. I have warrior attitude. Being a warrior does not mean you always win. It means you never quit trying. Life is what you make it and I choose to make mine as happy as possible no matter where I am in life.

I spend a lot of time on this hospital bed due to constant pain but I am just thankful I have the hospital bed to lay on. I am disabled but I don’t let that stop me from living life and enjoying it. Life is what we make it and I choose to make mine happy.

Meet Daisy..that we call Miss Daisy. Thanks to Jill, a very special friend who is also has a Rescue for pets called Three Sisters and a Brother in NC, Daisy was transported to us and what a delight she is. About ten pounds and full of energy and love and kisses.

My baby

Son and Daisy

My world from my hospital bed-it is filled with warmth and love from so many.

I still dream of going back to Italy, of us having one of those mini buses with a lift for my chair that son can convert into a travel home for us to make it easier when I have to go to Denver for surgeries and stuff. I still dream of learning how to tap dance…yes even on these crutches just so I can say I did. All I need are a pair of size 11 tap shoes.

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I draw, I paint, I write, I do photography…my latest love is the clouds for I see faces in the clouds all the time and have a blog at the top of the page entitled “Faces in the Clouds” I sit on a stool and help son cook…yes, often with him leaning over me to help me pour or stir but I get to do it. My philosophy is if you can’t do it one way…then create a new way. Son says I am the only person he knows that used their all terrain power chair like a back hoe…using a grain shovel and rake to move dirt or mulch in the garden. I would hold the handle between my legs and rake up the stuff on the two foot wide shovel and then go backwards dragging the shovel to where I wanted to dump it.

Ever since I was a little girl, I was told I was a dreamer. I can remember report cards with “day dreams” written on it. I think dreams are what keep us going. Without dreams…we have no hope.

Follow Your Dreams, The Siren Called Out To Me

As I closed my eyes and fell deep into lovely sleep.
The dream siren called me with a promise to keep

I closed my eyes and looked deep in my soul
I could feel the wind blowing…it was so very cold

My dreams I had carried through year after year
They will never come true was my biggest fear

Wandering up one lane and down another
Remembering my dream since I became a mother

Land, open land and a place to be free
A small house to live in with a big evergreen tree

We mounted the buckboard with all we owned inside
And started over the mountain on this crazy dream ride

We felt like pioneers racing to the finish line for land
And the whole time we knew -The Lord had our hand

So don’t be afraid to dream your dreams and try
Life is too short…open your wings up and fly

Dream I say and work the dream hard as you can
For it will be the best race that you ever ran.

We all have dreams of what we want out of life. I remember Laverne on Laverne and Laverne saying her dream was to have a purple cashmere sweater. Well, our dream is to own land in the country and have a simple life style unencumbered by so much of what is in the world today.

I love to write and have written for years. And hopefully will continue to write for many more years. My real name is Deb.

This blog is about our journey to get there, our life after we reached the promised land and different middle of the night ramblings. Dreams are like cooking…we might get our grandparents old recipes, but we tend to alter them to suit ourselves. But, dream we must…for as long as we have hope in life…we have dreams. And even plain ole everyday people get dreams that come true.

I hope you enjoy and will subscribe and share my journey. Come join us at the foothills of the mountains where we have found a life of simplicity and serenity, in spite of all the health trials of one disabled woman and the courage of a son that chose to take care of her.