Are We There Yet?

I had wanted to say every moment is precious, but that isn't true at least in my experience. What every moment is, is Unique. Wonderful or dangerous or dull it is only that moment in time. There is no recreation that I know of. The struggle that I have is two fold. One is recognizing the opportunity of each breath in and out and second is remembering. I heard someone speak about the R words recently. Recognize, Reclaim, Remember, Renew... I think it was probably a whole different set of R words But I get the idea. And its not about anything more than the Re of it. All is RE deemed with the RE cognition of what and who. It is just before Christmas. Our house is full. It is a blessing. Truly. This opportunity to be with the people that mean the most to me. Being with my daughter this last year has been an amazing RE membering for me. And with this holiday that has been an even more powerful statement.

I've been reading a string of memoirs lately. I have a friend who loves to talks books and shares the ones she's enjoyed. Well, its been one dysfunctional family after another for a couple of months now. What I don't know is whether I am relieved to have had such a normal upbringing in comparison or distressed to relate to so much of it. It makes me not want to ever read another Mother and Father were a wreck and I came out okay sort of book. Or even think of writing one. We each have our treasure- that event which we wrap our life around like the oyster muscle around the pearl. Bad analogy because the pearl is a beautiful thing. The oyster a bit of smelly slime. And my life though defined in large part by yet another dysfunction junction is ordinary. Marked by tragedy. Decorated with moments of great enlightenment. Touched by family and emotion. And still going strong. Its all about the next generation now. The son and daughter and their paths. My path is well marked. And ...