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When you really think about it, it’s amazing how many things we’ve been led to believe are bad for us, when they’re honestly quite good. Take for instance, weeds. Who was it that said these are bad and need to be destroyed? Who was it that said they should be killed, if found in your […]
The Mother of All Mothers
Written by the Mother of Passion
Have you ever asked yourself why there are so many more people taking medications and living with ailments than there were when you were younger? I find it to be crazy, myself! When I think back to the subdivision I grew up in, how large it was and how many people lived within it, I […]
A Better “War on Drugs” Perhaps?
Written by
Mother Of Passion
This story exposing important truth was written years ago, but the topic is more important then ever!
I woke up this morning feeling so excited, I felt like I would explode! My heart is communicating with my soul right now. I immediately got on my laptop and began writing this story, just to get it out. I can’t call anyone, it’s far too early. So, I turned to my keyboard, to communicate. […]
A Silence So Deafening
Written by
Mother Of Passion
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Your love is gr8ly appreci8ed!
Who would have thought that you could make a fortune showing people how to simplify their lives? The millions of dollars people have made, teaching others how to organize or declutter their space is astounding. It’s not a difficult thing to do really, but I’m blown away at the size of the fortunes made on this concept. I guess some need that instruction, how to sort, stack and fold to utilize their space more effectively. Is this why homes are being built so large there’s no yard left? Is it because we need more storage space, to harbor all the things we think we need to hold on to? Can you believe there are retail stores that focus solely on selling containers, for all this stuff we seem to think we must keep forever? Pretty baskets, boxes, and crates, in every color and size imaginable, just so we don’t ever have to face that day of reckoning.
When my mother passed, my father felt I should have all her personal things, being the only daughter remaining. I inherited several containers of old letters, yearbooks, photos, telegrams, and other memorabilia she was compelled to hold on to. After years of having these piled into a closet, I began clearing my space of all the clutter I felt was piling around me. Like so many of us, I had a bunch of similar things from my past, everywhere. Space taken up in bookcases and on closet shelves of old things I rarely ever looked at now. I had to ask myself, just what was I ever going to do with old report cards and such? Seriously, why keep all this stuff? It’s bad enough we need to keep so much, for so long, just pertaining to taxes. I know that will change, but that’s another story. So, the grueling task began, going through it all one container at a time. After sorting, I was looking forward to the re-organizing, I was going to make it fun. I didn’t need to buy decorative containers, I had amassed plenty, just by ridding the outdated things that were once home for them.
One beautiful fall day, I decided to build myself a bonfire and rid my yard of the pile of debris that had accumulated after the cleanup chore was complete. It was so nice just sitting there in nature, enjoying the beauty of my hard work, as the pile disappeared beneath those wonderful flames. I mean, who doesn’t enjoy sitting aside a great bonfire on a nice fall day? Breathing the cool, crisp air and the warmth of the fire before me, it was like getting a big hug from nature. I sat there engulfed in smells of pine, oak, and walnut and couldn’t help but think, this is the best aromatherapy there is. Companies try so hard to bottle these scents, artificially. Here, I had the pleasure of enjoying it all in its natural glory.
Sitting there, I remembered the huge container, of all I had sorted, sitting inside. I thought this would be a great way to say good-bye to much of this, so I brought it out. Because there were old papers, containing sensitive information, I didn’t trust just shredding these things. For some reason, we’re not able to recycle shredded paper anyway, so that’s not an option. There were too many personal things of my mother’s that I didn’t want to risk, just tossing out. As I pulled each handful out, I looked at some of them one more time. Her prom picture was so sweet, she was so young. I don’t remember who her prom date was, but that didn’t matter. Her face was all I saw. I held it, looking into her eyes, seeing her smile and the excitement in that day for her. I told her how beautiful she was and gently laid the photo into the flames.
I had always hoped my mother would come back, and I’d finally get the chance to say good-bye to her. I didn’t get to do that, back then. She was part of my daily life, for barely forty years. It’s been more than twenty years since that time now. Before she died, she wanted to leave her children something that meant most to each of us. She had many beautiful things from her life, an entire house full, in fact. I remember my father asked us all to write down what items we wanted most, from her. I honestly could think of only one thing I truly wanted. She never got the time to do this, though. Everywhere he looked, my father was surrounded by constant memories. The day soon came when he took those papers out, thinking he’d complete that task for her. I know he also believed it was the best way to remove some of the painful reminders of all he had lost. He set items aside for each of their children. As he held the paper and read what I had written, he realized with all the treasures he laid out throughout that house, what I wished for most, was not among them.
It was such a beautiful day, in more ways than one, as I sat by this fire. Placing the belongings of my mother’s life in the flames, I knew she was there with me the entire time, sharing all that I was feeling. She knew this was the right thing for me to do. Afterall, these were her memories, not mine. For me, we were sharing a last, and very personal, glimpse into her life. So many things she held dear to her heart, unable to detach from, things she was unable to discard for whatever reason. There were so many writings and photos of years past, it was like traveling thru her lifetime, all in that afternoon. Even standing in all this vast openness, it felt like such a private time between us. Having this alone time with her, was such a feeling of closeness.
All those memories of years ago came forth, with emotion, as I went through all these things. It felt like I was giving back all that made her life, hers. As though I was unlocking her personal memories from their confines, allowing her to take them with her. It was wonderful sharing so much about her, together. Her presence seemed to grow larger for me, as I placed her life into the fire, in a final farewell. It was as if they found their true place, no longer trapped inside those containers. I will always remember that afternoon, the bonfire we shared, the love that so filled me. I will never ever forget that day. The day my greatest wish, finally, came true.
Being careful going through it all, I found a pile of envelopes, tied with a ribbon. I knew this bundle was extremely special, seeing how she cherished it. It felt as though I was violating a sacred space, as I untied it. Tumbling across my lap, I realized these were all the love letters my father wrote to her during their courtship, during his years in the navy. His world travels during wartime and the events which marked both their lives. Between the two of them, those cards, telegrams, and letters, in themselves, tell an incredible story of their own. It’s a story of how and why they came to be, during the turmoil of those times. All that tore them apart and, ultimately, brought them together. A story of struggle, of conflict and difference. A story of truth and question. A story of oneness and separation. They were so young. From different worlds, but truthfully, one in the same. They learned so much together, so very much from each other. It’s why they truly believed in “till death do us part”, regardless. It was more than a vow between them, it was a promise they made to each other. I tied it back together and set it aside. I knew this bundle was their love story.
Although there are parts of that day, for me, that will remain beyond words, I couldn’t have dreamt of a more incredible way to finally say good-bye to my mother. It was amazing and filled my heart with so much peace for her. Even though it took some years, I now understand why I didn’t get to say good-bye, back then. This was meant to be, just the way it all happened. Had she come back, as I once hoped, I wouldn’t have had this day play out in all its beauty with her. Although it was the one thing I didn’t get then, I couldn’t have asked for more, now. Today, everything about it all, just felt so very right.
One day, more people will realize that less, truly does mean more. It all has to do with your perception of things. Material objects can always be replaced. The memories of those treasures always will remain within you. No one can ever take them. They will not be lost. I don’t think our loved ones leave things behind, intending to create a burden. They leave things, to be loved. There is nothing wrong with sharing that love with others, either. No matter what the object, if you don’t want to hang on to it, all you need to do, is look around. Most times, you’ll find another heart that would adore it, giving it a new home. There’s no need to feel bad either because you’re not letting go of anything. What is treasured about it, will always remain. People just need to realize it isn’t the object, but the love within it, that attracts you. That, my friends, is always a beautiful thing.
I never would have believed I’d get so much from them both, beyond life. My parents taught me so much. I’m looking forward to sharing more time with them, someday. Perhaps I’ll sit beside a fire with a glass of wine, overlooking the mountains somewhere when I pull this bundle out. We will all be together, when I read these letters again, and I know it will be as beautiful a day as this one was. Back then, reading what I wrote for him, my father never believed he could give me what I wanted. In my heart, I know he now sees he did what he thought was impossible to do. Little did either of us know, within all those containers of my mother’s personal things, my father gave me exactly what I had wished for. He gave his daughter so much more than those two little words written on that piece of paper.
~x0x~
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Babies are such a gift. They are so innocent. We want nothing more than to give them everything they need. All their trust is in us. It’s all so pure, so unconditional. No strings attached. We want for their world to be the most wonderous of places, opportunities to be limitless. We want them to have everything they need, to be happy. They count on us to do all that is right, for them. They don’t worry, they don’t doubt. As we grow older, however, we come to realize just how much control of it, we really have. As we become wiser, we realize just how ugly things can really become.
For many years, I’ve had a list of people I’d love to help, if I ever “hit it big” and were financially able to. Just buying a lottery ticket, increases your chances of winning by 100 percent. So, every once in a blue moon, I do, just because I’d love to change the lives of some, really, good people. Struggling is quite common, if you look around you. Far too many are doing it, here in America. It’s an everyday way of life for the majority. Unfortunately, I know many people who have found a way to work the system, to their advantage. Afterall, “everyone’s doing it, why shouldn’t I?” Because it’s not right!
Imagine, if you will, living in a community where your elected and trusted officials truly put the “people” at the forefront. If they considered those who make up the community, to be as necessary and valuable as newly developed revenue. I understand the value of revenue, it helps provide the improvements and services that every community wants. Those things that keep us safe, allow us to “shop local”, help us when we need it and keep us together, as neighbors should be. Those officials, whom we trust, should embrace the position they carry and respect that, respect us. Sadly, the reality of their power and position usually ends up becoming greedy, putting far more in their pockets, than into our lives or our communities.
It doesn’t matter if you live in a large city or in small town America, it seems to be the same on all levels. Why is that? Why is it that things have become so incredibly expensive? Greed. Why is it that even a quality loaf of bread costs $5.00 now a days? Greed. Why can’t municipalities repair or improve anything outside of the million-dollar mark? Greed. Why do those, who get so much, just want so much more? Greed. These are generally those who don’t care about their neighbors. They don’t care about you or your family, they just care about themselves.
Take a real look around you, how’s your life going? Is it a struggle to make all the ends meet? Are you wondering why, when you’re working hard, you just can’t seem to get anywhere? Do you shop at discount stores, buying food to put on the table, from companies you’ve never heard of, from countries you’ve never been to? This is a reality for far too many. We live in one of the most powerful countries in the world, people die trying to come to America, for what? Far too many of us, who’ve been born and raised here, are going without the most basic needs for life. Why? Greed.
Ask yourself, if you have the courage, are you proud of what you’re leaving behind, for your children, your grandchildren and all the other babies yet to come? I, for one, am not. I feel quite sorry for what they will have to deal with. It truly breaks my heart, being a part of it. Then, I ask myself, “who am I?” I’m one of the insignificant, little people, that makes up so much a part of our nation. Yes, it’s those of us, who must pay the crazy prices to take our kids to a game, a concert, a movie, who work multiple jobs to take our kids anywhere, that provide the revenue, for our “trusted” officials to manipulate so poorly.
What the hell is happening? Why is it that truly good mothers can no longer raise their children, and be respected? Why is it that so many families need multiple incomes, just to provide those things we all had? Why are families breaking apart, rather than coming together? I remember in childhood, aunts, uncles, cousins all gathered regularly. Now, they can’t wait to move miles away. Divorce is way too prominent, in the American family. People make crap-tons of money, feeding off the devastation of others. Technology has provided a way for criminals to destroy people, from any part of the globe.
Medications that were said to be safe to dispense, and have been for years, are now pulled off shelves and involved in class-action, multi-million-dollar lawsuits. Much of our food supply isn’t allowed in a multitude of countries, because of the toxins we use. Major appliances are engineered to need replacing in a third of the time they used to. People are dying, or have died, because employers, who knowingly exposed them to dangers, cared more about their profit than their workers. You know, the little, insignificant people that made them what they are. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have my mother in my life, than any portion of a lawsuit judgement.
Who’s truly going to pay the price for what we’ve allowed to spiral out of control? While they’re putting so much “reality” crap on television, to keep your attention occupied, they’ve been able to get away with murder. Officials tell us just what we want to hear, all that we should have, could have, if we trust in them, on the right hand. All the while, hoping no one is paying attention to what the left hand is doing. Don’t agree? Just look at their net-worth before and after they held office. This country, our communities, are being run by too many people that have found ways to profit greatly, selfishly, for themselves. Mind you, not all, there are some good ones speaking for us, but far too many the majority are not. We truly need to get real, make changes, on all levels.
Again, I ask myself, “who am I?” Well, I am one of those little, insignificant people within a community, with a voice. My voice counts. My voice matters. At least, to myself and those others, willing to stand up. We care, as so many others truly should. It all starts at home, right? Start small, you don’t have to take on the world, just care about your community. I care about what’s happening to mine. It’s disgraceful, to say the least. Sorry, but I’m not sorry, that I’m not just going to roll over and take it. I can’t. Regardless where I may live, I’ve given 34 years to this small-town community. This is where I raised my children, made friendships, taught so many kids countless life-long valuable lessons and I’ll always care about it. Morals, values, respect, common decency aren’t, and cannot, become a thing of the past! Or so help us all, including the babies, generations yet to come.
We can do this!! We need to band together, be “united” and make change really happen. We can’t leave this mess we’ve allowed, to get worse. It will, if we don’t do something now. We spend billions of dollars each year, because we no longer feel safe drinking local water. We medicate too many children, just to control them easier, because of labels. We feed genetically modified, chemically saturated and created foods to our families, just to get it to the table quicker and cheaper. We’ve got too many “new” disorders and diseases running out of control. We’ve got too much death and suicide.
Seriously, who in the hell thinks they should have the right to “clone” their babies? Is it truly a good idea to bring back the Woolly Mammoth? What in the hell is happening, people? How far are we, as a society, willing to let things go? What the hell are we doing? What kind of people are we becoming? Have we really become holier than thou? Even as a non-believer in “organized religion”, I think not. Our world is filled with way too much corruption, selfishness and greed. It’s only a matter of time before the bottom falls out of that pot of gold. Nothing lasts forever.
Our “millennial” generation was told that without a college degree, they won’t be worthy of contributing to today’s competitive world. Now, they deal with a lifetime of debt. Who banked most from this? Was it you, your kids, your grandkids? Why are so many kids turning to such dangerous drugs, just to escape their reality? Knowing, all the while, it may kill them. Why do so many have no respect for their life, their classmate’s lives? Where are all those promises of “grandeur” now?
Promises are made, to be kept. Trust is the most valuable thing you’ll earn. Try to be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud. Failure isn’t the same as achieving success. If your climbing up “the ladder”, while stomping on others, the loser isn’t the one holding the ladder steady for you. Treat others, the same way you want to be treated in return. Respect and dignity go hand in hand. To care, is what most others will wish from you. Truly loving someone, even if lost, is better than never having known real love at all. Don’t fear failure, fear only the lack of courage to try. Try to learn something, from each little mistake you make. Laughter is the best medicine. Be a friend, and you won’t have to look for them. Each generation can improve on the last. Love makes the world go ‘round. The countless lessons we’ve learned, and taught to our children, are our strength.
Even a small team, can accomplish great things. We just need to be a team, standing in unity. We can, no longer, allow them to make us feel small and insignificant. We all have a voice. We need to utilize them and try to clean up some of this mess we’ve allowed to be made. Let’s learn something, from our mistakes, and put pride back into the hood. We really can’t afford to have it take decades, even generations, for changes to be made. A great number of children are looking up to, and trusting in, us.
I couldn’t feel more pride, looking into my children’s eyes, of the human beings they’ve chosen to become. Both individual, living completely different lifestyles, neither one selfish nor greedy and truly do care about others. It saddens me though, to think about the ways of the world we’re leaving them. What kind of world will my grandbabies be living in? Is our blindness, our lack of effort, really being fair to them? My kids have always seen me try and fight the wrong. I do so, because I care, whether I’m still here or not has absolutely no bearing. You can’t keep expecting others to make the effort, coming up with excuses for yourself. This is how things don’t get done, things don’t change, and life just goes on, allowing things to get completely out of control.
I’ve always said, “you won’t see greed worse, worn on a human being, than you will through death or divorce.” Well, I was wrong. You really need to throw a few more things in there, one, being politics. We all know the shit pile is getting deep. We’re spending a lot more and getting much less. Greed has contaminated far too many aspects of our lives. Things do not need to be so damn expensive, so damn hard, so damn selfish, take so damn long or be beneficial to so damn few. We need to put our voices together and make some loud noise, demanding changes. We need to care about all children, regardless of age, and this, includes you and me.
~x0x~
Read the Original Story, and more, here:
https://motherofpassion.wordpress.com/2020/02/08/im-so-very-sorry-my-child/
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