Show me the money

And to those with their nose in their wallets, I raise my cup high. That kind of discontent is not to be held, nor will it be caught by me. The only blessing to which I assign value is this peace, this beautiful peace that tells me that nothing was lost. All is, as it should be.

Grace

Now, judgement and want are curiously similar. I have something in my hand – something received – and I might witness how it changes me. I remain, both filter and vision.

Judge, Jury and Joy

And its the hearing that has allowed judgement to be revolutionary. It’s only ok, because it was not ok. I watched the jury box fill up, as I was thinking about joy.

Tips

I want it all and hold what moves of its own accord as my hand finds the balance of play.

Do you? Are you?

Do you move in a new way that allows for pause and pace so that when you look back you will smile with tears in your eyes at your own strength and bravery, in what you have released . . . in what you have handed to others . . . and what has come back to you, changed by its path?

Naked Banjo

I’m pretty sure he wasn’t naked. More likely wandering my house in his underwear, hammer and clawing his favourite instrument just as the mood struck. It was quite something to have that banjo around, and the wave of a man that came with it.

One giant leap for . . .

So we are going to have tea, that sweater and me. Celebrate firsts and circles and release. Chase the swirls of steam with my raised cup and toast peace.

Time

Let go.

Peaceversary

And so I am gifted with the core of who Beardo is – not was – everyday. I have the privilege of knowing the person he was striving to be, because he has become.

Caregiver, too

I don’t have a #metoo story, other than that creepy great uncle who showed me how to play pool. But when my fellow caregivers speak, I am reminded.