I've been a little down this week. One look at the last few postings and you can tell the pickins' have been thin. Back when I first started blogging, I fretted when I hit a dry spell because I wasn't sure if the condition was temporary or if the muse felt my case was hopeless and fled into the ether cursing her luck because I was such a dim-witted writer.
Time taught me that creative droughts always pass, the key is to keep working....and I always have.
I realized this morning as I looked over my calendar that my mom died two years ago today. That would explain my melancholy mood.
We may lose loved ones, but they're never really gone. I can't drink punch, eat apple pie, cornbread or butterbeans without thinking of my mom.
Whenever I face a tough decision, or a situation I'd prefer to avoid, it's her voice inside my head that says, "It won't get done by itself." She worked hard all her life and it's a quality she instilled in all of us kids. It's a gift that has served me well all my life.
I shot the picture below this evening when I stepped down to the apple tree to dump out a scoop of corn for the deer. I use this old push plow to lay off rows in the garden. I saw it out of the corner of my eye and it looked as if it had been there forever.
Time taught me that creative droughts always pass, the key is to keep working....and I always have.
I realized this morning as I looked over my calendar that my mom died two years ago today. That would explain my melancholy mood.
We may lose loved ones, but they're never really gone. I can't drink punch, eat apple pie, cornbread or butterbeans without thinking of my mom.
Whenever I face a tough decision, or a situation I'd prefer to avoid, it's her voice inside my head that says, "It won't get done by itself." She worked hard all her life and it's a quality she instilled in all of us kids. It's a gift that has served me well all my life.
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I shot the picture below this evening when I stepped down to the apple tree to dump out a scoop of corn for the deer. I use this old push plow to lay off rows in the garden. I saw it out of the corner of my eye and it looked as if it had been there forever.
Thinking of you as you remember the anniversary of your Mom's passing.
ReplyDeleteHer voice will always be with you....and she will always be in your heart.
I know, my Grandma, my Aunt, my Mom, all live in my heart. So many others too. You have good words from your Mom in your heart/head.
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My thoughts are with you Rick... life becomes manageable but we never forget those wonderful memories of those special people in our lives... :)
ReplyDeleteYour mom will be with you forever because she's a part of you...you are her legacy. I miss my mom a lot around this time of year as well because her birthday is in March, but when I look around me I suddenly see her everywhere..in the way I bake cookies, in the way I laugh at a joke, in so many ways. Your mom's there...in you! Hope things get better!
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I don't believe people we love every really leave us. "So long lives this, and this gives life to thee". And all that. We are privileged that some people come into our lives and stay awhile.
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts are with you today my good buddy.
ReplyDeleteMy parents are on my mind every day as well.
ReplyDeleteThe life we used to have and how much everything changed since this new generation is growing up and the new laws or unlaws they are promoting.
Things and people used to mean a lot more back then. Everything you did was treasured and valued. Yup. Good times. You see this only where life is a little rougher to live and healthier I might add.
I know what you mean. My best friend passed 8 years ago in March and my Momma 8 years in July. It hits me too but time does make it a tad better.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes lose my writing voice here and you can imagine after 8 years it does happen. That is when I started blogging, about the time I lost Momma. It helped me though to get through, to put my heart and thoughts out there.
Take care. Carla
I am in the "Missin' Mom" club. Several years have passed. Her memory remains strong.
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