Another year rolled on while we were dreaming.
It's hard for me to believe that we started this journey in the late 70's and continue on today.
What has changed, you might ask?
Many things, I would answer.
My hair was darker, my children smaller, my energy levels higher, my family larger.
If we could look in the future, how would we perceive what we see?
With happiness and sadness I imagine. With Good and bad, with laughter and tears.
Because life is ever changing and never stands still.
When I am working there are times I have all my thoughts on what is next. There are other times that all my thoughts are on what is behind me.
I am not sure which I like best.
I do know that you can not live in the past, and
that the future rolls up to your door like rolling thunder, a gentle breeze, the breathe of a baby, the look of a lover, it calls and you go. You just can not resist the pull.
My mother spared us Christmas, I think because she loved it so.
Instead she left mid- January, winter, dreary, not her favorite time of the year.
It's the little things we all miss.
Her voice, the way she would call your name, the lift in her voice when she talked about something she enjoyed, her laughter, her joy, her stories.
Pour me an old fashion tonight, warm, with bitters, sugar and orange. Then let me curl up and drink in the memories of past days, for tomorrow we breathe again.
Kiln loaded, fire tomorrow.
Unload next week.
Moving on in to 2016.