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Friday, January 1, 2021

LEAVING THE WASTELAND

Dawn was lighting the sky when I woke up this morning around 7:30 AM.

Today, January 1st, 2021, is the first day of the rest of my New Life.

I am stepping over that line; from my Old Life to my New Life.

I don’t know what’s in store for me … and maybe that is a good thing.

I can’t say I am happy making this step, but I am satisfied that I’m now at the place where I can make that step forward.

All of 2019 I was constantly looking for some remainder of my life with Bob.

I spent the majority of 2019 looking for resemblance/impression of Bob’s character in people; and places. And, he wasn’t there – the people that always hung around Bob (and the kids that only came around when they smelled extra $$$ available – though any $$$ they got, came to them from me: I held the purse strings: Bob’s decision Day 1 of our married life) didn’t know him. It was sad. These people had been in our lives for 44 years … but they didn’t know Bob. There was nothing recognizable of him, in them.

There was no impact, as there should have been.

They hadn’t loved him.

They were all shallow people.

I could find no comfort in/with those people; comfort comes from love, and there was no love in them.

And places: finding Bob’s essence in places I visited, was slow to find.

Mostly because I was still shell-shocked: I wasn’t actively looking in places, yet. I wanted the warmth of people … and the warmth just wasn’t there.

All of 2020, I started getting comfortable being in the car alone for any significant length of time. I started figuring out/getting used to the GPS feature of the car. Once I realized I was actually driving for an hour or so without breaking out in tears, or breaking down and needing to pull over to calm down … I started planning Daytrips, and set off to look for any lingering essence of Bob’s spirit in those places.

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/09/sundayfunday-20-deep-river-eden-valley.html)

And in some places, I did find it; but mostly, I was sad.

I was sad because once I arrived at the destination, I realized that the magic of the places we’d been to together, was because he had been there with me, in those moments: and Bob was no longer here. He was no longer with me ‘in the moment’.

The magic was gone.

That saddened me.

2019 & 2020, I was chasing after remnants of Bob.

But all there really was – was my memories of those remnants.

Of the people I had hoped could comfort me, no one else seemed to have had a real connection with Bob. And ghostly memories were the only things present in the places.

I found no comfort in people and places.

I found that even in a crowded room, or a busy place … I was still alone in a barren wilderness, devoid of any life sustaining abilities.

So, as I step into my New Life in 2021, I am literally starting out with nothing: no people, no places.

2021 will be all me.

And that is a weird place to be – I haven’t been ‘all me’ in 46 years. I was a couple from April 1974 to December 2018. I was a step-mother from August 27, 1974 to July 4th, 2019. I was a mother from May 1975 to July 1st, 2020. I was an active grandmother from 1990 to September 1st, 2018; there was still a tenuous connection until July 1st, 2020 … and a slim connection until recently.

That connection has been severed.

There’s no going back; there’s only a going forward momentum now.

And, surprisingly, I find that I’m ready.

I didn’t think I’d ever reach this point.

Being totally on my own is a weird place to me; for the majority of my life, I have always had people in my life.

It’s difficult to face this point of moving forward without figuring thoughts of Bob, or considerations concerning the kids, into the process at all points along the way; but Bob, while he was still present and could talk, gave me the encouragement to move forward. And the kid’s bitter angsts gave me the freedom to take this very important step forward.

I’m going to embrace the excitement and adventure in stepping across the line.

One of the things I want to expand on, is travel – I’d like to go to new places; places I’ve never been to with Bob. Places that will create new memories.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMVjToYOjbM)

I’ve always been a gypsy at heart: Bob’s the only person in my life who’s every been able to slow me down and keep me in one place long enough for moss to grow under my feet. Bob is the only person in my life that ever made me want to slow down, or stop long enough to let moss grow under my feet.

Of course, I’m not going to be a willy-nilly gypsy: I’m not going to sell the house, and live on the road. In my younger years, I would have happily done that – I even mentioned that to Bob a couple times. But Bob wasn’t interested in that type of lifestyle, and I was interested in Bob … so I settled down and he gave me a free hand when it came to domestication: we found a middle ground that kept us both happy on every level of our married life. Living like a gypsy on the road may have worked in my teen/young adult life … but that won’t work now, in my adult Senior life.

Some people do do that – I’m not that type of person anymore. I got used to being settled. I got used to having roots; and even though those roots have been seriously uprooted the last 24 months/18 days/5 hours & 25 minutes, I like knowing there is someplace I can ‘nest’ – even gypsies need to hole up somewhere, at some point 😉

So, I’ll keep the house and keep it maintained.

The house will be my compass: my homing roost 😊

Even though I’ll be traveling, I don’t think I’ll be traveling too far from home (1) it’s just no fun traveling that far from home without Bob (2) there’s no reason to go too far from home – the places I wanted to experience, I only wanted to experience with him. And he’s not here. He’ll never be here again.

And really, the want to travel (Sunday~Funday Daytrips, spur-of-the-moment-roadtrips, ect.), is my idea; I don’t feel that Elohei is motivating me to do that. And going forward, I want to be 100% in Elohei’s Will – whatever He wants to do with my life, for my life, I’m open to/okay with. I’m not feeling an urge to give into wanderlust any further than a 5 to 6 hour radius: that covers a LOT of territory in which to have a lot of fun.

In this, my New Life … if I’m not feeling it: I’m not gonna be doing it. The only person I have to consider/please now, is me-myself-& I.

I will be moving forward, but I won’t be moving forward recklessly.

I won’t be overly cautious either.

I’ll be centered – I want to be in the center of Elohei’s Will.

That is where the blessings are: that is what I want.

I’m moving forward a better person for knowing Bob and sharing most of my life to date, with him.

Things I wasn’t sure I could do; I now know I can.

In faith, I’m stepping over the line a better, and more confident person because love never fails: Bob’s love taught me to trust, and Yeshua’s love gives me the faith to trust that trusting God’s Will, will make my New Life a success.

I love You, Yeshua: thank You for Your supporting love, and Your strengthening grace to embrace the passion of life again.

I love you, Babe: thank you for everything you taught me, and the unwavering love you lavished on me ~ OX

Thursday, December 31, 2020

THINKING OF SPRING

Tonight, at midnight, will be the last of 2020 … and GOOD RIDDANCE!

Last night, before I shut FB down and closed the laptop, a notification of “People you may know” flashed across the screen.

A face I knew; a person I do not know.

The face is a blend of her father’s face – and my face.

But I do not know the person named.

I gave birth to a baby girl in Spring of 1975.

I do not know this person wearing my daughter’s face in December of 2020.

I used to know Stacey … I do not recognize jules: and I do not want to know that twisted persona.

My daughter is dead; she killed herself, and is trying to foist this twisted persona off as reality. It is NOT reality.

I will never recognize it.

My heart has been so broken/shattered with my husband’s physical death in December of 2018; my heart was further thrashed by Bob’s son, July 4th, of 2019 (he is no longer in my life); and what was left of my struggling battered heart was subsequently wrung, and mangled, by our daughter July 1st, of 2020.

With this latest episode of craziness … posted all over the internet, no less … for relatives and people who know us to SEE (I am shocked, angry, embarrassed, & blessedly numb – emotionally & heart-wise): my heart rate was off the charts, I was so stressed. I do believe she is trying to kill me off.

But, I will live, until Elohim calls me home.

The waves of change constantly knock me off my feet: everything in my life is changing so quickly – it’s enough to give me whiplash! But Yeshua lifts me up and keeps me balanced.

Devastated heart nevertheless.

I went to bed last night, praying for the strength to live a new life, devoid of everyone, and everything I ever knew.

This post is the last I will ever speak of this issue.

It is evilness. To speak of it would give it power – that I will never do.

I am glad Bob is not here to see the way the both kids have shredded the family.

When I wake up, the morning of January 1st, 2021 … I will wake up as if my life with Bob never happened: no husband – no kids – old life blown to smithereens.

There is absolutely nothing left of my life with Bob; but memories.

2021 brings my New Life with the first rays of dawn.

I’ve never experienced this dawning before: it’s daunting.

It is going to require boldness; there is no place for tears in this new birthing.

It is necessity: the life I knew has no place for me in it anymore.

It requires want to to live life, fully; with no bleed-over from my previous life.

Yeshua! Give me the strength I need!

So …

As soon as I woke up this morning, I decided to make/bake bread; there is only 1 loaf in the freezer, so the bread is needed – and making bread is a good way to get rid of stressful tension: beating the hell out of the dough makes for nice loaves of bread 😉

I also did a couple loads of laundry, and received the first Spring Seed Catalog for 2021. Looking through it, I allowed my thoughts to entertain the idea of possibly driving to the actual seed source when it comes time to purchase seeds. It would be fun, but it would also be 2½ hours of freeway driving – I hate freeway driving, and avoid it at all costs (even going coastal route would include freeway at the tail end – and it would take an entire day to get there one-way).

But the coastal route would break my fledging wings in 😊

We’ll see what happens, come Spring.

While bread was cooling and loads of laundry were cycling between washer and dryer, I had the local radio channel on for weather updates (as well as background music) … and created another solitaire game layout – this time, in the form of Father Time’s scythe.

I get bored easily, so I have to keep things interesting 😉

MOD Solitaire Game; Father Time's scythe shape. Layout & play as a regular game. 1 ct. – face up; 2 ct. – 1 face down, 1 up; 3 ct. – 2 face down, 1 up; 4 ct. – 3 face down, 1 up; 5 ct. – 4 face down, 1 up; 6 ct. – 5 face down, 1 up; 7 ct. – 6 face down, 1 up; 8 ct. – 7 face down, 1 up.
 

December 31st, 2020 is quickly coming to an end, and there are several things on my mind.

None of it looks bright and cheerful.

From December 2018 to December 2020, it has been adjustment after adjustment … and all of them have been hard adjustments.


I have to let Bob go …
My daughter is forever lost to me.

I think a shot of Fireball is in order. Cinnamon is a natural protector of the body – I could use that after the jolt my heart received last night. And whiskey actually helps the heart, while reducing stress and is a natural aid to fighting off colds: BONUS on ALL counts.

That’s my “truth”, and I’m sticking to it.

Fireworks are lighting the night sky.

Dawn, tomorrow morning, will usher in a new year.

A new year promise filled with possibilities.

I am eagerly anticipating Spring 2021.

I intend to go after every possibility Elohim has penciled into my future; if I want what He has for me: I DO.

I want peace.

I need peace.

I intend to have peace in 2021.

I am having Spring dreams 😊

Devastated heart nevertheless.

Life goes on … so will I.

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

64 Y.O. & KEEPING ON

I woke up very early this morning; I woke up just after midnight … and padded down the hallway to eat a teeny cupcake 😉

I don’t normally snack at the midnight hour, but I figured it would be okay this morning because this morning was a special morning 😊

And my body is beginning to feel like “a classic”, too ðŸ˜‰
All of me is exactly as Elohei created me: I wouldn’t change a thing about what my body is; or who I am emotionally and spiritually – I am “perfect”, just the way I am!

I ate that teeny cupcake while looking through the overhead skylight, watching the clouds drift across the moon; but the moon’s brilliance was so bright, that the gauzy clouds did not hide the radiant moon: the full moon glow was so bright it lit up the whole kitchen.

Full Moon seen through kitchen skylight.

Standing at the kitchen island, directly under the skylight letting the moon’s essence inside, I felt the night sky all around me: I like that.

Bob did good buying this house for us, in 2017; there are windows surrounding me on all sides … and two skylights overhead. I never feel confined by four walls and a roof.

The skylights bring the outside IN …

Looking up into the night sky, I wondered where Bob’s essence is – up there; viewing the moon from a different angle.

Bob always made my birthdays special.

I miss that.

But I am relearning how to make my days special – I’m finding “my groove”, again 😉

Around 2 PM, I entertained the idea of hopping in the car and grabbing a Chinese Supper for 1 … but I nixed that idea because I don’t want an ordered pickup meal – I want a sit-down-in house-restaurant meal; but was feeling too comfy to change clothes, fix my hair, and track down an open business that would not have on their menu what I was hungering for.

I settled for a Vanilla Coke, and some left-over fried chicken – and the canned radio DJ company. I like cola, and I like chicken, I liked the music filling the room, and I enjoyed the sporadic male tones when the DJ injected local tidbits, now and then (like 12” snowfall in the hills, and more expected tonight as the temps drop into the 20’s): it sufficed. I’ll finish off the 2 remaining teeny cupcakes in the ‘fridge, later on tonight 😉

Keeping to my daily routine of late, I designed another solitaire game – this one laid out in the form of a flat pan cake foundation (a birthday fancy 😉); and played as a normal game.

MOD Solitaire Game laid out in normal solitaire card piles 1 thru 8 – but in 2 rows, instead of a straight line: 1 ct. – face up; 2 ct. – 1 face down, 1 up; 3 ct. – 2 face down, 1 up; 4 ct. – 3 face down, 1 up; 5 ct. – 4 face down, 1 up; 6 ct. – 5 face down, 1 up; 7 ct. – 6 face down, 1 up; 8 ct. – 7 face down, 1 up.

Solo lobo happiness is not as much fun as shared couple happiness … but it can still be satisfying when you set your mind on being happy despite the circumstances.

The $$ saved by staying home will be set aside for anticipated Spring daytrips – and I’ll celebrate a belated birthday supper then, with my traveling buddy 😊

Yes – YES, I AM ðŸ˜‰
I do ðŸ˜Š

As a daughter of the Most-High God, I am greatly loved, highly favored, and abundantly blessed 😊

Life is good again.

This old hippie never expected to make it this far into the future.

I can't help myself. LOL