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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Telling the truth Tuesday - Life
Those of you who read my memoir know that when I came to New Mexico, I was broken, spiritually and emotionally. I had very little money, knew no one here, and just didn't feel I had the energy or desire to continue. I had come to Albuquerque to housesit for my friend's mother's friend, a wonderful woman, whom I'll call M.A. When M.A. returned from her trip and asked me what my plans were and heard just how bereft I was,she offered to let me stay with her until I figured out what I wanted to do. It ended up being four months. She took no money, except for long distance phone calls. At the end of that time, I'd found a job, and shortly after that met my hubs. So if it weren't for M.A., I wouldn't have the wonderful life I am living right now.
She's in trouble. She's going to be 89 in November and she's had several falls. Saturday morning, she fell and couldn't get up. No one knew. Her housemate had gone off for the day. She lay, flat on her back the entire day and evening. We got a call at 10 pm that night when her housemate returned. He couldn't get her up by himself. She hadn't injured anything, but was incoherent (probably from dehydration).
She has no family. Her only daughter lives in Oregon and is handicapped. M.A.supports her. I'm it. There are no rules for this kind of situation. I am not family, but I love this woman with all my heart. I call her my guardian angel. So yesterday, hubs and I went over there to assess the situation. I'll be going with her to the doctor this week and talking to her financial person also.
So that's my difficult issue, along with the family member I've been talking about. We won't know exactly what we're dealing with there until mid-October. So, my truth for this Tuesday is that I'm exhausted. And I'm okay. I've learned just how strong I am over the years. And in the midst of all this, there have been some very happy moments as well. It's just what we call life. And it's difficult. And wonderful.