I can't tell you...well, maybe I could but you wouldn't believe it. Or, IF I did and YOU did it would have to mean you've been here and made it through - in which case, I NEED to hear YOUR story - desperately.

The past month has been a roller coaster of chaos and tears, disgust, agony and grieving. Where is the happy faced, good humored life of retirees like The Golden Girls and those smiling old women golfing you see in TV commercials and magazine ads? Why didn't MY mother get to be one of THOSE? Instead, she's this cross, cranky, grumpy, mean-spirited (mean as a snake are her own words when she's in a GOOD mood, relatively)OLD woman at the eve of her 75th birthday and I wish every day I could turn my back on her and RUN/FLY back to MY life instead of trying so ineptly to clean up after her. It's sooooooooooooooooo like having a 3 year old again most of the day 'most everyday. When did she give up washing her hands after toileting, I wonder? And how is it she can't understand there's a link to inadequate personal hygiene and subsequent upset bowel/digestive issues? AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Oh...and I miss MY bed, MY shower, MY kitchen, MY TV and music - ALOT!

Oh - How I WISH!

This first Wednesday of 2010 Wishcasting prompt by Jamie Ridler is what dream do you wish to explore. Oh, how I relish the opportunity to put it into words/blog space! I'm currently two thirds of the way across the country from 'home' in what was my hometown growing up and more than a bit disgruntled about it and largely my state of disgruntlement is because I had been eagerly anticipating exploring a dream with this new year - this new decade and feel my beginning to do so has been frustratingly and disappointingly postponed/indefinitely.

I had hoped to explore the possibility, the dream so to speak, of using my time and talent and creativity to support myself AND to spur others to new depths and heights in their own individual talents and gifts by having quilting classes in my home studio and fully putting my space to work producing expressive and hopefully, profitable art and crafts to eventually market in suitable venues.

My heartfelt desire and dream at this moment is to get back as soon as possible to being able to do that - for this detour to be a short one and to not dilute or pollute my spirit so much that it becomes impossible to find the 'good stuff' again on my return home.

Monday Morning Quickie

It IS really Monday, isn't it? And tomorrow will be Tuesday, which will make it a week since I went out my side door and 'down the hill' to the airport and flew off to OHIO from California. Feels like a different planet and definitely an unfathomably, idescribably different time - perhaps like the distance in perspective of the narrative of the opening of the first 'Star Wars' movie - Long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

Happy, Happy New Year late to anyone passing through. Miss the nurture and community of blogland tremendously. Will try to catch up and keep up as soon as I can get a grip and my footing.