I follow a blog called Lil Blue Boo. Ashley, the blog owner started out as we bloggers do, with an idea. She crafted herself into a huge following. Then she got cancer.
She will sometimes post about the recovery process, she's in that wonderful phase. Her Friday post left me a weeping mess on Saturday. But it's a beautiful post and proof that who we are, how we treat people, the little glimpses of light that we beam around us in the smallest of ways matters.
It hurts to love, but I think it hurts even more not to. Feel like an uplifting cry? Here's the link.
Life is so messy and complicated and short. But, this time, this place, this now, this life is ours to either embrace or give away. To choose to follow light, or succumb to darkness. To say yes, or to say no.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.