Sunday, October 30, 2016

~ Trick or Treat ....

.... raise your hand if you remember the excitement of shouting those 3 little words?
Yes, Halloween!
That special night.
Fright night.
Candy night.
Rushing through supper so you could get out early and stay out late.
Sometimes you were lucky and didn't need to wear your winter coats
underneath your costume.
Running through the neighborhoods
and collecting pillowcases full of sweets.
Good times!
I love the colors of Halloween.
I love the decorations of Halloween.

I wish you could smell this pumpkin tart.
It smells delicious!
Tom bought me this trio of ghosts one year.
I treasure it.
It makes me smile.
And those little ghosts are sticking out their tongues!
While growing up I noticed that my mother loved "the unknown".
She enjoyed books about dream interpretation.
She enjoyed fortune telling.
In fact, these cards belonged to her.
True story.....
When I was about 16
I went to a fortune teller at the beach.
She told me that I would marry at a reasonably young age.
She told me how many children I would have.
She said my true love would have dark hair
and dark eyes.
She said we would fall in love, break up for a short time
but would get back together and marry.
At the time I believed to be in "love" with a neighborhood boy.
He had blondish hair and blue eyes.
"What the heck does she know!" I squawked. 
 Less than two years later
Tom walked into my life.
He had dark hair and dark eyes.
We fell in love....broke up for 3 months
but realized we were meant to be.
We married when he just turned 20 and I turned 19.
Mom also loved the Ouija Board.
To my older sisters horror, Mom came home with "the board" one day.
My sisters were afraid to touch it.
My younger brother and I were eager to put it to use.
Mom would watch, all the time claiming "it's not real"
but the look on her face made it quite clear that she wasn't sure.
My brother and I quickly realized that we controlled the board.
Needless to say, we used this "power" to our advantage.
Mom didn't want to take any chances.
And with that
I wish you all a Happy Halloween!
Oh, before I go....
Mr. Bones wanted to say "hello"
He's been rattling around the house for weeks
just waiting for me to ask him to pose.
Trick Or Treat
Smell My Feet
Give Me Something Good To Eat

Saturday, October 15, 2016

~ Roots .....

Root (noun)
1. the part of a plant that attaches it to the ground
2.  the basic cause, source or origin of something
Root (verb)
1.  to establish deeply & firmly
For the last two years I've felt uprooted.
No sense of belonging anywhere or to anyone.
With Tom's death came upheaval.
My whole world was uprooted.
My life changed forever.
Tom was my safety.
So his death has caused me to feel homeless in a sense.
Some of you know that I moved back to New Hampshire. 
Back to the city where I was born and raised.
I was hoping to immediately be able to just plant myself here.
It's not happening.
I do not feel established deeply and firmly.

I still feel homeless without Tom.

Every day is a struggle (still).
But like this bulb I am pushing my way through the struggles
with the help of family and friends.
Some days are better than others.
Other days are better than some.
But there's not one single day that I don't think about him.
Or talk to him.
Or wish he were here to plant our roots down together.
I thought long and hard about blogging again.
I think it will help me.
Similar to this growing bulb.......
reaching out and up......
I need to find myself again and grow.
So, I'm back.
My camera keeps me focused (no pun intended).
In fact, when I pick up my camera I can almost hear Tom
cheering me on.

I'm also finally getting my craft room in order
so I'll be back to crafting
and hopefully be having some giveaways.

Yes, it's been a long, hard and lonely two years.
And I'm sure it will continue to be.
And I will never get over the loss of Tom.
But he would want me to get my feet planted firmly on the ground,
reach out and grow.
And I don't want to disappoint him.
Tom, I love you.