This Thorn, This Splinter

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Winter winter
A thorn, a splinter
Can I ever pluck it out?
For this I am in doubt

Compelled to no end
Ramification! Damnification!
No sanctification can ever your heart mend

So I pose the following question. Can you respond without hesitation?
If you were such a gestalt was I truly at fault? Please state it!  I too am jaded.

Oh this thorn! This splinter!
It’s so frigid in our home where it’s winter.

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Namaste my wonderful followers and readers. I love each one of you to the max.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G

Stay or Go?

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Standing at the door not knowing whether to stay or go.  I loved you once but now I just don’t know.  Sometimes I want to walk out but I stop and think of all we’ve been through. The laughter echoes while tears fall upon my face.  I can’t shake the pain. Now there’s only disdain.

Should I assuage myself by pretending it never occurred?  Could I remain at bay when your gusts of inconsistencies bludgeoned my hull and my rudders?  I’m so lost I shudder.

Yet here I stand with each foot juxtaposed before the door.  I long for peace and happiness that comes from being apart.  I’m frightened to go and frightened to stay.  Is it possible any other way? Is it?

When I’m in a slumber I dream of running outside and bursting into laughter. That would bring me great joy.  Do I dare do it? Is this a game? Am I the toy? What to employ?

I realize I must make a choice to leave or stay.   This causes such dismay!  I have been yelling for you to go but it is I that must decide. The more I knew you the less I knew myself!  My soul has left and I must follow.

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G

I am happy to state that my divorce was amicable. I love his new wife and son. My ex-mother-in-law never stopped loving me. We always kept in contact and despite having advanced Alzheimers she would sometimes share lucid moments with me. She recently passed on and I miss her. My ex-father in law always would call to check on me. He was such a funny guy and he passed on various years before his wife. I will write a blog just about them in the future.

Key message is be happy.

The Hook

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In and out.  In and out. I stitch with my hook in and out. Slowly and steadily.  Steady and slow. How long can I really go? Will I stop after one row or after twenty two?  Single double single double single double oops now I’m in trouble. Slip slip.  In and out. In and out. I’m about to scream and shout! Will you come here and help me please?  Only you know how to put me at ease!

Lay it horizontal. No wait perhaps vertical is better. I think soon it might resemble a sweater.  Help me! I’m confused and not amused. I can’t figure out this chain and it’s driving me insane!
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Insert your hook right here and not there. Yes that’s perfect. I knew you cared. You give a darn and I can trust you with my ball of yarn.
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By the way I think I like your hook. It’s grand.  It’s feels better in my hand.  Lucky you for always having it while I had to purchase mine for this crochet class.

PS I learned in class that the size of the hook really does matter.

Namaste
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G

Because I love you. . . .

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From the moment I saw your little face I knew you were my salvation.
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God knew my soul needed healing. What a feeling to hold you in my arms!
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You have always been my most precious and beloved. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do to always see a smile upon your face. I never like to see you hurting. I’m momma bear and hear me roar to always protect you. I love you. You are blessed with compassion among many other gifts.


I cry alone and five hours later you just hug me. You tell me it’s going to be okay. When I’m at work and I’m worried about a patient case you call me. You remind me to trust my instincts and knowledge.. How is that possible? You just get me. You just know. We are close.
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You are my wonderful traveling partner, my silly and sometimes messy housemate, my budding actress, my stellar student, my Netflix/Hulu companion, my twin goof-ball and most important of all my gift from God. I may be a doctor but nothing and I mean nothing in this universe makes me more proud than being called your mother. You are my daughter and I adore you!!


I miss you and I just left you at school but a few days ago. Senior year of college is going to be so magical! The best is yet to come! I’m so proud of you and all you have accomplished this far. Keep smiling!! I love you my beautiful daughter.
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Your momma
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

I place this letter as my blog today to share with the world how much I love and appreciate my 21-year-old daughter. If you have a college age child go ahead and tell them today how much you love and appreciate them. Don’t wait till it is too late. Remember children grow up and become adults. They soon leave home and they might never return if they feel hurt and unloved by you their parents. With this I truly sign off. May your days be blessed.

TIME….

I don’t have time! Go away. Just give me a little more time. Come back later. I wish I had more time to do that. I can’t!! I’m too tired because I didn’t go to bed on time. Too tired to do it now!! Omg where did the time go? I had so much fun I didn’t realize so much time had passed. I love spending time with you!! Time is up or is it?

How many times have we said these things to others or to ourselves? How many times did we ignore our heart’s command to fulfill a punch clock that we set for ourselves. Our children are in college now and we don’t get a phone call because now they don’t have time to call.  Our parents are getting older and we fear father time will come to get them. So we cry because time seems to keep ticking away and we stand to lose who we love most.  We often fall prey to work, to living under someone else’s plan for us or worse idle in front of a TV.  We waste so much time yet don’t have enough of it or do we?

Time is endless! There is so much of it but use it to do what you love. You don’t need to make time to show someone you care or tell them you love them. Just do it now. The past is gone and tomorrow isn’t here yet so just do it now. Go pick up the phone and call that person you keep putting off. Hug your children now. Listen to them now. Go find the nearest mirror and go admire yourself in all your grandeur. You do have time. There is more of it so immerse yourself in what you love or who you love.

Signing off

Guady G

Hugs from Brooklyn