Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Bliss or bust...




My stream of blissciousness has been jammed up the past few weeks. I have sat down several times to try and write it out, only to find incoherent emotional vomit in my words. I will only say that some time around the third week of May, my stress level was elevated to one of despair. I am not generally a giver upper, but my heart was full in more moments than usual of giving up...and each time, just when I thought it was time to just slump over and accept inner defeat, a friend would swoop in and carry me just a bit further along my path. The details of my particular despairs and demons are irrelevant, but they were big and scary. I have barely kept my head above water lately and also been simultaneously overwhelmed with love, hope, and happiness.

And again I am reminded, because I almost forgot, that life is a tragedy full of joy.

Shannon and Lori with suprise jambalaya, bread pudding and renegade impromptu tailgating and laughter just in the nick of time on a weary, wet Friday night...




A sly, sweet, perfect song gift, left for me, should I look for it, which I did...and which I thought might make my heart explode I loved it so much. love. love. love. "I just want my heart to be true"...

A Gift for Melody Anne by The Avett Brothers:


A sing along road trip to the Warrior Dash with a badass partner and even better friend...

which ended with a mudbath, beer, gigantic turkey legs, a rolled ankle, and a furry viking helmet. A perfect day if you ask me...


Celebrating Michelle's big milestone, graduating from cosmetology school, and finally telling those smug hair-heads how she really feels about them...



Being a proud momma and wishing there was a word bigger than proud...

swallowing the tears of bittersweet goodbyes to people that have changed our lives...


the refuge of drinking my Aunt Saralene's coffee from one of the many cups in the collection that are the sum of millions of moments of love and togetherness over the years...


reconnecting with my kids in the sunshine...



finding humor in corn that can only exist when my cousins are around...


and of course yellow suprise parties that make me cry happy tears thrown by the best friends a girl could ask for:



and yellow pres-ments..I love presments...


and even though I am terrified, there are signs that all this letting go of who I used to be is the only way to grab a hold of who I want to be, so I just have to do it, bliss or bust...


I laughed with my besties over bloody marys and chicken salad as a final send off, and after much love, encouragement and practical magic on Jodi's part, I hit the road



and saw signs that speak for themselves...

5 comments:

  1. i'm happy and excited for you, for what is to come!

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  2. I *love* this, especially the pictures, they speak volumes!

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  3. :) Go get em girl! Even though I haven't been able to be there for all the festivities my heart is always with you in love and support!

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  4. Go get that bliss girl!!! I am following in your foot steps....thanks for taking the lead!!!

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