The end of another week has come. We have spanned the gamut of useful, inane, kind and weird. So, how did it all play out in real life? Much the same way. Grab a cuppa, pull up a rocker and join me for a fireside chat. The Saturday Evening Post awaits.
Slowly the cast is reassembling. You may have even noticed some familiar faces and aliens about recently. With them come the additional wonderful and colorful comments. The level of conversation is increasing, which I find very encouraging.
The number of posts have begun to stabilize as I wrap up the last of the reconstruction. Most everything at M3 is back in functioning order. If you run into anything which does not take you to your expected destination, please do let me know, so I can fix it.
Hope no one minds me trying out a few new gadgets. There is one I am hopeful will work. I will wait to reveal it until I am sure it does. No sense getting anyone’s hopes up. To be certain, mine have been dashed
quite a few several many times in the process.
Successes are all listed in Welcome Home!
Around 1,500 of my closest friends have been party to one of the worst months in recent (and distant) memory. The long shadow cast across M3. There are a few who will not return based on the overall dour tenor of the posts in the last two weeks. As is my nature, I am wholly unapologetic. The vast majority who have moved to greener pastures were manure slingers in the first place. Their absence is to be celebrated.
Mantra appears to be coming out of her dark and dreary funk, so perhaps, the poetry will lighten up a bit so some of it can find its way here. Do not be surprised in the least to find more information about social media gaffes, inexcusable behaviors and trends in the near future. It all is the product of research into the new pages M3 will be inhabiting in the near future.
M3 has the greatest audience in the blogosphere. Yes, that even includes the widgets who comprise the Friday Follies. I have come to realize, were it not for them, I would be doomed to utter and complete sanity. You see, I use them for perspective. By knowing how devoid of humanity some (and I use this term really loosely–>) humans are, I may not appreciate the level-headed, open-minded M3 Readers who enjoy (or tolerate) this blog.
There is another large group I need to thank, tonight: The inbox visitors who raise the IQ. You have had some interesting questions, heartfelt responses and some really uplifting messages. Thank you.
The poll is changing tonight, so if you have not, let me know what you do first thing in the morning. Yes, I left other there for you to tell me I completely overlooked your first thing. Feel free to write it in the blank. No one can see your answer but me, and if you email it to me, I definitely know it was you.
Right Turn, Clyde.
Real life has been beating up on quite a few people in my life these days. Things are hectic, even more so than usual. The days are getting longer and the bounce off of daylight savings time (do not get me started) truly makes for a schedule change. Explaining to the little ones it is time for bed when there is clearly still bright daylight outside the window is challenging.
We are in the final stages of detailing Big V’s wedding, lining up ducks for a trip home and already dreading the 24 hours of driving attached to such a venture. Should be an interesting trip. I will meet my new son-in-law in person for the first time.
When children marry, it brings myriad emotions to the surface. Most people readily identify the empty nest cache of emotions. I am not most people. (No snickering in the peanut gallery.) Since I do not foresee a time when my nest will be empty, I do not have the attachment issues many parents associate with the marriage of a child.
For me, it is the metamorphosis of wonder. I wonder:
- How much smarter I will get in the eyes of my children as they face Mundania.
- How often they will come to me for preemptive, rather than reactive, advice.
- How to temper the emotions associated with the ends of relationships.
- Which dynamic will rule their homes.
- If I should keep a spare bedroom, just in case.
Now, I am not saying my children are in relationships headed for divorce court. In just over two weeks, two of my daughters will be married to men in the military. While I understand what goes into burying a spouse, I do not think the lessons I have learned transferred to my children from my perspective.
What does that mean?
It means a book project which was shelved is being dusted as you read this post.
There are a few in the audience who rode the roller coaster with me. There are two in the audience who have been along for more than one ride on it. While this emotional journey is revisited, you may see a bit more of Mantra than is customary. She is usually singing something for the public whilst I deal with the heavier issues which populate my world outside the blogosphere.
Darkness is not the only thing on the menu. In fact, there is much hope and happiness for the future.
The poem I leave you with tonight is one which I know to hold truth in large quantity. Having someone believe in you is one of the most powerful fuel sources known to humanity. Even when faith in yourself is scarce, you can lean on the belief of those who love and support you for strength.
I wish you an enjoyable rest of the weekend and a bright new coming week. Thank you for sharing some time with me tonight.
I Believe In You
A welling of the soul
Comes when least expected.
The dam of will shores it
Behind inhibitions, fears of tears shed.
Yet, its strength is tenuous at best,
For it cannot withstand words said
In honesty, faith and unabashed gratitude.
The truth unleashes unconscious emotions
Long dormant in the mind’s attempt
To keep superior against their invocation.
Yet, once the words are passed,
The soul is freed in motion.
I believe in you.
What did you feel when your children married?
When was the last time you told someone you believed in them? Has anyone ever believed in you, especially when you did not believe in yourself? Think of someone in your life who could use a little faith. See if you cannot get in touch with them this week, even if it seems odd, to tell them you believe in them.