herlucidlife

Christmas day, watching basketball games with my family. Having shared a meal, belly full, eyes getting low. That cozy feeling has set in where my toes wiggle slowly, rubbing against one another. These moments are so tender with my family. They are healing, resting and filling. Talking with my family, looking at their faces I could see my mother in them. 

I could see her hands, her voice, her smile. I could hear her laugh. It’s easy to forget how important I am to my family and how important my family is to me. They keep the memory of those passed moving forward. Keeping the love for those present and past alive. Feeling spiritually rested, I’m ready to head home. 

Excited to see my cat, ready to be back in my space. I’m ready for a different kind of rest. Ready to recharge and release. Community energizes me when it’s in small doses, though when it’s over some days I begin to feel a little drained. Nothing about the person but solely based on my social battery. 

Blessed, gifted by God to call these humans blood family. I’m even more thankful for the chosen family that has stepped in to watch over my little animal when I’ve left town. These young ladies I call sisters have watched over her like their own and I’m so grateful for the family. 

Thank you my God for all the love. I pray for traveling grace back home.