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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Flying blessed

Let this band be your reminder that you are greatly blessed and deeply loved. Count your blessings, not your troubles. I am awake, I am alive, I am blessed.
Yes, at the moment my life has too many moving parts for my liking. And yes, I may have whined a little too much to myself. (I have very good about not complaining out loud). Yet recently I paused to remember that I am truly blessed. this is something that I need to do a whole lot more of. (And I do realize that I ended that sentence with a preposition).

Friday my brother told me that he put a package in the mail for me. He usually does not send my birthday gift until September. His rationale: it is still my birthday until I receive the last gift. So my birthday will end early this year. I also gave the welcome remarks during the master's hooding ceremony and got some applause. That is always a good feeling.  

Saturday morning at 4am a group of women met me for a pre-birthday celebration run. Another sistergirlfriend gave me money to buy Round Up in the black bottle to kill the weed infestation in my backyard. She was going to drive from Savannah to mow it for me, but car issues will not allow that to happen. Have I bought the stuff? Nope. I am hoping that my sister and I can mow it this weekend. My sister does not know that yet, so please keep it to yourself. Saturday night a sistergirlfriend bought me dinner in celebration of my birthday.

I met a new friend (we met in Wake Forest at a seminar) for a late lunch and we talked about how to empower women and girls of color to use their voices. I can see many cool projects developing from this.

Sunday morning another group met me for a run at 7am at which time we saw many dolphins. Dolphins are always a sign to me that everything is going to be alright. After the run another sistergirlfriend brought me several boxes so that I can start packing. She told me that all I need to do is get packing tape, which of course I have not done yet.


Later that day another friend bought me lunch and helped me weed my front yard. Yes, my front yard is mostly weeds but that is not the point. She came because the HOA board has harassed me to the point that I am afraid to be in my yard alone for fear of more confrontations. I understand that I am a strong woman, but the sight and sound of them has reduced me to tears more times than I care to count. (Another good reason for selling the house and moving to Savannah).

So despite all the other 'stuff' going on, there is plenty of evidence to show me that I am truly blessed. I need to remember that. In fact I bought a mantra band from my friend's new store that says blessed. Just a gentle reminder.