Delicate Mushroom

This huge mushroom was one of many splattered in my back yard.

I love how it's legs can't even be seen because it's growing beautifully and strong towards the sun.

The crisp blades of green grass seem to hold up the head, or are they caressing it gently like holding a baby carefully, not allowing it to touch the ground?

Although the sun has caused some damage to it's skin where you can see peeling, just like on a human:  the scars create a unique design and make this mushroom one-of-a-kind.

The mushroom is a palette of whites and browns, blended perfectly by God.

The goosebumps on the edges are scattered like small hairs on an arm.

One would never realize even studying the photo that it's actually a spongey-feeling if one was to risk interrupting the beauty to touch it.

The very top of the mushroom is like a separate mountain peaking out to say hello and thrive.  "Let me see, too!" it's suggesting.... as it also faces the warmth of the sun's rays.

Social Media Creates Pain

I am really seeing and deeply feeling how social media has helped develop non-personal connections.

No longer do we pick up the phone, call, or text someone when they are in need.  Instead, we just post on Facebook and think it's great and enough.

For those who have no one, you'd think FB would actually allow more connections.  However, all it really does is make one realize just how alone we really are in this big world.

August 2017 - It's Different

I normally abhor and try to avoid the month of August. It's the month of my Mom's Birthday and also her Deathversary. She was my everything, and I hers. This is the first time in 6 years (yes, seriously) that I am not dreading the month. I am finally in a decent place with my heart and soul that has peace and happiness. It doesn't mean I don't think of her or don't miss her, it means I have finally moved over the very tall, tough grief mountain. Often the last few months people have mentioned they haven't seen me this happy in a very long time. Makes me smile that it's noticeable. :) Because... I do finally feel it again; and it feels good. You see, when one is depressed and sad and grieving for so long, it's actually kinda scary and uncomfortable to be happy again. It feels so weird to even smile or laugh because we aren't used to that - because we've been depressed for so long, showing happiness is actually out of our comfort zone. So, to finally feel peace and be able to express through my life the blessings upon me, I am very grateful for.

I Love You, Mom!