Fly Away.....

Do you ever look up into the sky and see an airplane and wish you were on it?

Or sometimes look at birds flying around the sky and wonder if they ever worry, get sad, get angry?  Do they feel selfish or embarrassed or afraid?  Scared that they just aren't getting things right?

Do they worry that they are not spending enough time with their kids?  Or wonder if they are doing enough for the people who are counting on them?  Do they wonder if they are giving enough love and attention to their husbands?  Or do they call their mothers enough?

Are they afraid that the bills are piling up?  Do they worry about not volunteering at their kids school enough?  Are they scared sick of what their kids are going to face in the world as they grow older?  Will they lose touch with their kids hearts?  Will they lose touch with themselves?

Sometimes I want to fly away.

Courage.

I wrote this poem a while back for a dear friend going through breast cancer.  Now one of my favorite relatives in the world is beginning a journey through the same thing.   So I thought I'd share this.

Courage.

You will not go through this alone.

When the winds blow hard

And the waves crash down,

Know that your hand is in mine.

My heart is carefully wrapped around yours.

You will not fail.  You will not fall.

And if you stumble,

My arms will catch you.

My strength will hold you up until

You have recovered your own.

If the roads seem impassible,

And the rains blind your way,

Turn and look into my eyes…..

You will find unfathomable love,

Joyous faith, immovable confidence,

All for you.  You may take them as your own.

There will be trying times where you may want to quit.

They will come…. they will pass.

Remember, you will not be conquered by this.

The shadows shall have no victory.

You are strong.  You are beautiful.  You are brave.

And you are not alone.

I cannot fight this battle for you.

But I can fight it with you.

We are in this together, you and I.

You are a warrior.

You are a conqueror.

Courage.

A simpler life.......

I wish I were in the stone age.

Adam and Eve loved the stone age.

What??

Yes.....I wish I were in a time where things were simpler and harder.  Life was quieter and more difficult.  Relationships were more important and lovelier.  I think I hate technology.  Is it really helping us or are we sadly addicted to it?  I mean, I LOVE my new mac.  It's AWESOME.  How did I ever live without it?  But really.......

Maybe this angel guarded babies during the stone age.  That's cool.

Is technology helping or hurting us?

Is working hard....really hard..... good or bad?

Is going back to work and opening my gallery good for me.....or is it killing me?

Good thing?  Bad thing?

I know this is such a random post.  These are just things going on in my mind.  I'm overwhelmed most of the time and I can't slow down.   Kevin gives me great advice about not checking my phone every time I get an email....turning my computer off at 7:00.....delegating more gallery stuff to my friend, Jenn, who is invaluable to me.  I literally feel like I am underwater most of the time.  What to do, what to do.

Stone age row houses.  How about a commune?

Most nights Kevin and I sit with our laptops on our laps working.  Or on our phones.  Is technology killing our relationships??

I heart a simpler life.

Stone age.  Let's go back to that.

But only if I can bring my mac.

This lovely angel uses a mac.  She doesn't really want to go back to the stone age.  Okay....neither do I.

Life is so hard.