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I wear my heart on my sleeve, I feel you, you, and you…




of, relating to, or characterized by empathy, the psychological identification with the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of others:

Wound as tight as a clock can’t get my brain to shut up, or stop

Wearing a multitude of hearts on my sleeve no reprieve for I share their tear stained pillows. I cry myself to sleep in the billows of their pain. I feel all of you. 

I feel you, and you, and you. You are rot with anxiety, I feel you. You have no beat in your heart, I feel you. You can’t look at your own reflection in the mirror, in want to not vomit at your image. I feel you. 

You were abaonded by all whom you thought loved you. I feel you. You gave into your self inflicted pain. I feel you. 

You are grief stricken, and heart sick. I feel you, you lost yourself in this life (your wife). I feel you. You are living out of your car with 2 kids, and a dog eating maybe once a day clothes wreak of body odor and mildew. Your kids look at you with disgust, you are a drunk. I feel you. 

Your son who has struggled with a heroin addiction since 8th grade, filled that needle one last time found a vein for his sweet realease. He overdosed for the third time, this time his heart could not fight he was pronounced dead upon a cold sterile table while you were away on vacation. The call you received left you breathless. A piano prodigy gone with the prick of a poisoned needle. His bipolar mental state too much for him to endure. So his addiction was his pleasure. The amount of heroin found in him to high for measure. A beautiful man too. I feel you. 

Your parents never gave you the time of day, they made you feel small. They never gave you affirmation or love. They had the nerve to call their own child mentally ill. They belittled you until their last breath. They never made effort for amends. They left the world leaving with no mention of you. You long to be adored, to what was always on their own accord. I feel you.

You went to shave your husband in his vegetative state, hoping his eyes just might open. It had been a year since the tragic accident. You had a hard decision to pull the plug. His body gaunt, and not a hint of life. One of the neatest men this life has met. You his wife would go home alone, married to just a silhouette. The time had come to kiss him goodbye. Your body bled you of the tears you cried. I feel you. 

You got fired from your job today, and your wife can’t work. Your rent is due tomorrow, and you have no means to pay it. The government assists you, but you still can’t keep afloat. You are running out of life boats. I feel you. 

Your dad and mom are alcoholics, and you were lost in translation. You never finshed school, and don’t even know how to drive. Your dad and mom divorced, which for you cried and cried. You don’t know what it means to be man. Your life has not set forth a plan. You were never taught a work ethic. You were forced to grow up much before your time. You don’t want to get too close to anyone at the fear of loss. You show few your pain as you see no purpose. Suck it up, and push through you were always told. No hand to hold. I feel you. 

You were asked to drink of a bitter cup, and nailed to a cross. A crown of thornes embedded in your head. People mocked your words, and spat on you. You had nail pierced hands, and feet. No food or drink, lashings until you were beat and your dripped blood slowly stained your body. You bore the sins of world, and died so that those who believe could have life. You hung until your last words “it is finished”. You died upon the cross. I feel you. You gave me breath of life, and then new life. You are my creator. I marvel at your sight. For there is no greater of than the love you give to me. I feel you. 

I am wound tight as a clock, and share their tear stained pillows. It is okay, I am getting to understand the empathitist that is me. The empathy that embodies me. I wear each of their shoes for a time to know their pain. Some I have lived first hand. Compassion and grace meet with me daily to converse. I cry for each and every one of them. Pray for each of them. I have wished for its stop, but then I would lack for some of my greatest virtues of all…So the tears they can not stop. There are more to come, so it is time to replace my pillow. I feel you.

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Scratching my head in awe of how great a God we serve?!? Nope because I know He loves me just that much and more!

I can’t begin to scratch the surface of all my emotions that my son is going camping with us this Labor Day weekend.

He is moving in 2 weeks, and he is extremely Covid introverted. So for a mom like me I felt so blessed, when he asked if he could go. I was in shock because since Covid I have only seen him one other time. Now I get to spend 3 whole days with him. Family is the tie that binds. God is the one who makes it happen!

I see excitement under his mask. He has not camped, and here his mom grew up gutting her own fish by 5th grade. I love camping, and am so excited my husband and myself will be the the first to introduce him to…putting up a tent, sunscreen, bon fires, s’mores, and hot cocoa, and so much more. We will create memories of the heart this weekend. We will share many deep belly laughs, and lots of sun! Kayaks too!

Thank God He knew we needed some family time before my son moves in 2 weeks. Scratching my head in awe of how great a God we serve?!?! Nope because I know He loves me just that much and more! For Him my heart adores!


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September, but oh for my love for hot summer months…

I can’t believe September is but a flip of the calendar day. I am sad to say goodbye to the hot summer weather. I love summer in Spokane. We are just get each other! Summer is my buddy, we hang everyday! 🤙

September brings many changes for us. I will be saying goodbye to my son who is 22, who is moving to Seattle Wa. I can’t bare to think of it. The tears come instantly, and yes I realize Seattle is only 4 hours from here. He is an introvert, and takes this Covid thing with all precautions. I don’t think I will get to see him as much as I would wish. I will pray for him as he starts school, and is setting out to begin new himself. I put him in God’s hands, and care. He is my heart! We get older, move out, and move on. I get it, and I accept this. I will just miss him so very much!

I will also be packing my own home of 2 years in our quest for our new place. We had a goal set for living here 2 years, and we will meet that almost exactly to the day. God is gracious. My husband, and I are very excited. Our new place is rad!

I will be readying myself for what I hope is my last, and final surgery in my breast cancer battle. I will be praying daily for the ultimate surgeon, my God to be at my side as I prepare for my 3rd surgery in this long journey we have been on. He has kept me strong! He has allowed my husband to be able to be my biggest support (while working). With God all things are possible!

Then last, but not least I will bid summer adieu. I will begin to pack all my summer clothes away in storage, and pull out my flannels. I will sadly say goodbye to my shorts, and tank tops. They will be sorely missed. I love summer, yes I do. Kissed by the sun upon a morning bike ride, and star gazing from the tents opening. Ahhh, say it isn’t so. Summer where did you go? Until we meet again, and you brush up against my skin…I will not say goodbye to my bike, not quite ready for that just yet.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 29/ 2020: Life is precious 100’s if not 1000’s of for a remembrance of what her creative mind once could do…

I love writing, and I feel I was given an artistic gift. Not everyone can write, just like not everyone is not good at math ie; ME! I am horrible at math. I use my fingers, and my toes to help me with my addition. It is quite taxing on me actually, play on words.

I do though have a natural gift of creating. My mind works well with my hands in making things. In this last 6 months I was blessed to be given 100’s if not 1000’s of beads, strings, shells, watch faces, buttons, glitter tubes, keys, basically anything used to create, and make anything art.

My beautiful mother-in-law was an artist in Spokane. She set up her tent at Art on the Green, and many art shows. She even made her way down to San Francisco for art shows. She made beautiful jewelry, shadow boxes, and pieces that are so original to her creative mind. She majored in art at the University Illinois.

Sadly she does not have memory of her art days, nor her old loom that she weaved on that sat in her living room for years when her boys were in grade school. Nor does she remember her last job as a graphic artist for United Airlines. She has dementia, and her hands would not even remember how to create. It so so sad for all of us. My husband tears up just talking of his mom. She was recently placed in assisted living. It was one of the hardest things we have had to do.

So with all this I feel so blessed. I inherited all of her art supplies, and even the beautiful antique desk she used to make her pieces on. I have more than what I even know what to do with. I did find I have a gift in making shadow boxes myself. We are going through that period in life where all of our friends parents are aging, and some even passing on. We just lost my father-in-law 9 months ago. It has been a rough year for the Boyd’s. Another reason I feel so honored to have all of her art at my own disposal. I will be the one to carry on her legacy to the best of my ability what she no longer has a comprehension of. When I was gifted all this I was amazed at all she had. As well looking at her pieces we adorned our own walls with. She is one of the most talented woman I have had the pleasure of knowing. She is an amazingly talented beautiful 85 year old woman. Her mind may be going, but she leaves behind remnants all over of what her mind once could do. I don’t take this life for granted, for we never know the day or hour we might be called home. Life is precious. I will cherish it until my very last breath!
Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you. Exodus 20:12

There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.” – Sophia Loren

Mom made the Spokesman Review for her art
So blessed, this was her desk. Every nook and cranny filled to the brim with anything to do with creating. Underneath is old coffee tins filled with beads, buttons, and string of sorts
This is all her oddities that make the art stand out. Old broken watch faces, keys, coins, doll heads, wire, old eye glasses, tiny bottles, and more…oh so much more

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pro/con.” Talk about the pros and cons of anything. Enjoy!

I am a happy go lucky kind of gal that usually wears a smile on here face. This whole mask wearing takes away from people seeing the joy that lies behind my mask. Sometimes in a few pictures I will try, and make my eyes really big so they might show the light of my joyous spirit.

This is rare though, as I see my pictures. I don’t think anyone would be able to know what emotion lies under my mask. 😷 For this it makes me sad, as kindness goes a long ways. My speech is even muffled under the mask. Often times people saying they can’t hear me. So it what it is. I wear it for your protection, and mine. I do get the choice of colorful masks, I have seen some very fun masks out there. I have seen even seasonal ones, that crack me up. So what lies behind your mask?

This was written for Linda G Hill Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pro/con.” Talk about the pros and cons of anything. Enjoy!