As we sit at the kitchen table or in our studios and review the past year, many of us despair over time wasted, projects not done, opportunities that have passed us by. Our thoughts of the New Year are tarnished by our dismal condition in the present. We feel that we are being drawn deeper into a dark place that we don’t want to visit. We get up and wander out the back door and behold a glorious rose or a fuzzy bumblebee or some scampering clouds. Perhaps we get up and answer the phone call of a dear friend who says kind words to us or our mate comes by and drops a kiss on our head.
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By Gina Carmen Turley
I wanted you to taste my life like I tasted yours.
The thought of your vibration sent music to my steps.
You and me and all of the family that waited for you-inside you were already mine.
Inside you were only a spirit.
Inside me- connection to spirit.
Baby Baby, where did you go?
Why did the blood spell out the failure of my body?
Was it my past?
Was it the hormones trapped in chemicals, torn with age, mixed up with emotions?
Who made this decision?
Was it DNA?
Was it God?
Was it my unconscious or …
2009. Before our older daughter, Angie, died on April 27th, she expressed two regrets: she wouldn’t live to see her two children grow up, and she hadn’t traveled much. On our mid-October, two-week voyage from Fort Lauderdale, through the Panama Canal to San Diego, I found myself viewing the trip through her eyes.
