Loosing Everything

After acquiring all the material possessions I felt I deserved and needed for a comfortable home; then getting comfortable with all these earthly possessions, I met someone.

Within a few months he insisted we live together. Since I was renting and he was purchasing it was only practical that I move in with him.

We were happy; growing as a couple, and growing a business. Life was good. As I settled into this happiness he began to change.

I began practicing tolerance.

One week shy of three years I decided I could no longer be tolerant of his bull shit. I packed my personal things and moved out.

Leaving behind most of my household possessions; I had not put security on myself financially.

I decided I would rather sleep under a bridge on the ground because I knew I could not stomach one more day of his smile(so fake), his kiss(made my sick to my stomach), his touch(made my skin crawl); I loved him but I no longer liked or respected him.

I left; I felt as though I had lost everything.

Yesterday I sat on the bed going through clothes bins I recently retrieved from my daughter’s place.

As I sat there cutting up the clothes of my children and grandchildren to prepare to make quilts I realized I had lost nothing.

All of the things I left behind I can and have replaced.

What I could never replace; the clothing I collected and stored as the years passed and my children grew into adults. The laughter, the tears, the successes, and the growth of my children is remembered in the fabric.

As I cut a t-shirt I was grateful for the awakening; grateful for the lesson.


About Each Frame

It is said that I write with passion; true, I write when I need to release energy that will inspire, educate, inform, or release negative thoughts that I hope will touch another enough to evoke change. I love The Creator Of All Things, some of my family members, all those that it took to get to the making of me, #peace, #nature, #photography, #positive energy, #music, and YOU if you will let me. I love intellectual people; they are sexy!

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