I've decided to give this blogging thing another try. I think that maybe my facebook friends don't want to read my sometimes long posts and I need somewhere to share my thoughts so they will quit running around in my head. This blog is my way of sharing my hope, faith, humor and sometimes even my wiseness. I am not even sure that is a word.
This last couple of weeks have really had me thinking about life and death and all things in between those two. With the 9th anniversary of my husband's death being the same day that his father decided to leave this earth, it was very emotional, then followed by my sweet little grandaughter Ella's first birthday, which was also a very emotional time. She is adopted and we waited for her for a very long time, although now she's here it doesn't seem that long.
I have been thinking a lot about a certain conversation I had with a younger person a while ago. They have their whole life planned out for the next 50 or so years. Now I think it's wise to plan, but they are not going to let anything set them off this course. Hmmm well I once had plan too. It did not include being a widow with two young kids at the age of 41. It didn't include hitting my head and getting diagnosed with a TBI, it didn't include my daughter getting pregnant in her senior year, it didn't include me living back on a farm, and it surely didn't include me learning how to spin wool into yarn, and learning to crochet. Well although my husband dying was tragic, horrible, terrible and a lot of other things, I have grown, learned, became closer to my children, and been able to meet and marry another wonderful man who takes care of me and spoils me. When I hit my head I was told I needed to start using my brain more because when you're old you loose brain cells anyway so your brain doesn't heal itself like it would when you are younger. It needed exercise and I got tired of crossword puzzles so I looked for a new hobby. Having just acquired a couple of alpacas I decided that learning to spin wool would be a great idea, and that lead my to think that I better have something to do with the yarn that I made. Having been taught at a young age how to crochet by my grandma, I decided to try again. As young child I had such a hard time sitting still let alone trying to concentrate on making little stitches with little yarn I probably drove my grandma crazy, but as a result of the brain injury they tested me for ADHD--I have it--big surprise:) anyway with the medication that I have to take for my brain I have found out I can sit and even make crochet stitches, and I love it. My family is now adorned with all types of crocheted things. Living on a farm due to my marrying a farmer, which I was never going to do, has brought me so much joy, and a sense of calm that I only feel when I am around my small petting zoo full of fabulous little creatures. My daughter getting pregnant has added the most fabulous little boy to our family, who I tend while she works and I love it. It has caused some stress and has been hard at times but more of a blessing than anything.
So back to my friend, they insist that nothing is going to deter them from their plan. I feel sorry for them, they are going to miss out on some of the best parts of life, they are totally devastated when something knocks them off course because it is not what they planned. I have learned through life that their are three important things you are gonna need to make it in this world. Flexibility, humor, and hope. Make your plans and then go out and live your life as it comes to you.
That's what the flying pig is all about. Having the faith and hope to spread your wings however tiny and to soar against all odds. When someone doubts you show them what you can do, and when you get knocked off course, don't be afraid to laugh at yourself, then go out and blaze a new path. You never know what fabulous surprise might be waiting for you around the next corner.
Spread your piggy wings and fly!!!!!
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