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Monthly Archives: December 2015
Patty L Fletcher December 22 2015 A house, what is a house? A house is nothing more than wood and nails, or concrete and steel. A house sits on a foundation and waits for people to live in it. A … Continue reading
Patty L Fletcher December 19 2015 When last I left off with my tail, Campbell and I had just returned from an awesome weekend getaway which had begun with a trip to the Northeast Tennessee disABILITY Resource Center and a … Continue reading
A house, what is a house? A house is nothing more than wood and nails, or concrete and steel. A house sits on a foundation and waits for people to live in it. A house can take on the personality of those who live within. It does so by the things the people living within dress it in, put on in and around it, and how they live their lives while keeping residents there, as well as the energy they leave behind.
Memories. What are memories? Do they hold power over us, or do we hold power over them? If there are memories in a house, will those memories be other places as well? Some say no. Some say that you can leave them behind inside that house. I say this is incorrect. I learned my first lesson concerning this years ago, long before I was even a grown woman.
Long ago when I was around five or so, we lived in a rental. It was a roomy old house. Open spaces and plenty of yard, on a hill though it was. There were neighbor kids to play with, and life was all around to explore. A few years later when I learned we were to move, I felt sad. I was frightened I’d lose the good feelings I got every time I thought of the house. I feared I’d forget my friends and the awesome summer we’d had the season before, and I feared they’d forget me.
What I learned was this. The memories went with me. I went with me, and I held the power as to whether I remembered those or not.
I have to say this came as a surprise to my young self, and it has taken quite some time for me to grasp the entire scope of that experience.
Now I have some real thought on the subject, after having once again been faced with a similar question. Let me speak on it…
Just the other day I was singing the praises of my home. I was talking of its spacious size and how I longed to fill it with the laughter and happiness of life. I spoke of how I wanted to create the memories of smells of holiday cooking, and of family visits. I talked of its awesome location and the great and wondrous freedoms it allowed me to have, and I spoke of how wonderful it was to come home in the middle of the day from an early morning out, crack open a cold beer and sit on the swing just to while the fall afternoon away in the sun Campbell at my feet and the world going by all around us.
As I finished the one I was chatting with said, “But don’t the memories of times with your EX haunt you some?” I thought about this a moment and then said, “The memories of that time are inside me. No matter where I go there they are. I decide when I think of them, and what makes that happen. No object from inside the house, hell! Not even the house itself can do that. I’ve even come to the point where I am ready to work on the bed room we used to share at times and make it in to a room for the animals.”
As I sit here now, in the apartment of a great and awesome friend of mine having morning coffee, and working this out in my head, I am struck again with the simplicity of it all. The point to all this my friends is very simple. “Where ever you go, there you are.” You can move to ten different locations in the world. Literally go to ten different countries if you wish, but if you think about what you’re attempting to escape, you are there.
As we are now full in to the Solstice, whether Winter in the Northern hemisphere, or Summer in the Southern, makes no difference. The power is high, and the time for leaving the old behind and drawing the new is here.
Take this time to leave that which haunts you behind, and start anew.
As you go through your day recite these few words. See if they don’t make a difference in your life.
“Hand to hand, heart to heart, give to me, a brand new start.”
“”If you believe it it is so.”
“Magik is the force of will by the use of imagination”
Weekend Getaway: and Coping With Manic Panic Mode By Patty L Fletcher – December 19 2015 Friday dawned unseasonably warm. I was unsure quite what to wear at first. I looked at and rejected several combinations of clothes before finally settling … Continue reading
Good morning from The Satellite Campbell Kingdom! We’ve been up sense about twenty till four this AM. We’ve been awake and coming to life, sense about fifteen after or so.
Having someone to share the morning with is awesome. Having someone to share the morning with who loves coffee as much as I do, or more, is even more awesome!
Having someone who takes that first strong, hot, life giving pot seriously as do I if not more, is almost priceless.
This morning has been a true gift. One that I will never take for granted. While I fed and walked Campbell, Bobby made that first pot of coffee of the day. You know? The one that helps you turn from Night-Time Monster to Human? If you don’t drink coffee you don’t understand.
By the time Campbell and I blew in from the morning’s frosty sniff fest the coffee was done and My Sweetie Pie was pouring me a cup. Now, here I am just enjoying the last of that pot, and have made a second. I took care of that while he was going through his own morning routine. Seems as if we both have our morning routines, and I enjoy having someone to not only share the morning with who loves coffee, but someone who understands the value of morning routine. Each day we spend hanging out and getting to know one another is to me like unwrapping yet another gift, and then another. It is like Christmas every day. Not sense I had my experience with Campbell have I enjoyed something quite so much.
It is an awesome feeling to go out in to the cold morning’s air, enjoy that quiet time with Campbell and watch him have his own enjoyable wake up time, then come back in to the warmth of a happy loving home. It is even more awesome to do that and have someone waiting there who is glad you’re back in and who wishes to share their morning with you. Even when we are hanging out doing different things we are connected. As I sit here typing and drinking my morning coffee, I can hear him off to my right, sitting in his recliner, playing on his phone, drinking his morning coffee, lost in his own private world. I wonder, is he listening to and watching me as I am him? Or, is he lost completely in what he is doing? The only way to find out is to break the spell we are currently under. I wish not to do this and so I simply let it wait.
I wish all a great day and hope you continue reading about me, Campbell and the new things we’re doing and learning. We are living life now in a whole new and awesome way, and it is way important to us that you know of it. Why? Because it will help you understand folks with disabilities such as mine and beyond. I have many different friends, who have many different situations, and each is unique in its own way, and they will show themselves within my writing, and reading about the things we all do and how we do them, will increase those reading’s knowledge and help the continuation of my mission. What is my mission? To lessen the boundaries between people everywhere, and to show that while we are all different and awesome in our own selves, we are also connected in many ways, and not quite so different from one another after all.
Blessid Be this day!
Written December 20 2015 7:01 AM
While visiting with Bobby D in Knoxville Tennessee
“Well? I’m Glad For All Yall” Patty L Fletcher – November 9 2015 Thanksgiving that year dawned with all the excitement of cooking, cleaning and getting ready for the big day ahead. I was to celebrate with two families that … Continue reading