Today I have to find myself… and free my spirit!
November 17, 2009
I have managed to keep my two sisters in Puerto Rico and my sisters in Washington, D.C. They love me unconditionally. That’s a nice feeling. I thank my universe for bringing them into my life.
Now I have new sisters. Its nice. I don’t reach out too much but I try sometimes. I know, I am bad that way. I just don’t call people. I don’t even call my cousin. I welcome their calls but hard to reach out and not enough hours in the day. I don’t have time to clean and relax and run around on weekends to get anything done.
Housework has become a arduous task. I need to get it into a routine or it will continue to take forever to do. I need a standard schedule. Sunday, clean kitchen after weekend to start a clear Monday, clean bathrooms from the weekend traffic; Tuesday, Maria; Thursday, wash clothes; Saturday, dust, vacuum and do the floors. Does not sound so trying. If I can do it, I will be very happy. Just have to get into a routine. Seems I have been out of it for a very long time.
Yesterday was ½ a year without hearing from my son. It hit me like a ton of bricks. There was nothing I could do to take it away. Everything I touched was a Dustin story. The thing that got me the most and made me peaceful, was to lay on the big chair that I inherited from a DC person, which was the “Dustin chair.” Most of his photos where on that chair. He would be Santa Claus (apprehensively at times) on Christmas morning on that chair. So peace came eventually. I wonder if inanimate objects hold the energy of all those that have encountered in its subsistence.
Got to get ready for work. Today is a new day. I dedicated yesterday in its entirety to my son. Today I have to find myself again and free my spirit. I claim it, Delphine! I claim it!
November 17, 2009
I have managed to keep my two sisters in Puerto Rico and my sisters in Washington, D.C. They love me unconditionally. That’s a nice feeling. I thank my universe for bringing them into my life.
Now I have new sisters. Its nice. I don’t reach out too much but I try sometimes. I know, I am bad that way. I just don’t call people. I don’t even call my cousin. I welcome their calls but hard to reach out and not enough hours in the day. I don’t have time to clean and relax and run around on weekends to get anything done.
Housework has become a arduous task. I need to get it into a routine or it will continue to take forever to do. I need a standard schedule. Sunday, clean kitchen after weekend to start a clear Monday, clean bathrooms from the weekend traffic; Tuesday, Maria; Thursday, wash clothes; Saturday, dust, vacuum and do the floors. Does not sound so trying. If I can do it, I will be very happy. Just have to get into a routine. Seems I have been out of it for a very long time.
Yesterday was ½ a year without hearing from my son. It hit me like a ton of bricks. There was nothing I could do to take it away. Everything I touched was a Dustin story. The thing that got me the most and made me peaceful, was to lay on the big chair that I inherited from a DC person, which was the “Dustin chair.” Most of his photos where on that chair. He would be Santa Claus (apprehensively at times) on Christmas morning on that chair. So peace came eventually. I wonder if inanimate objects hold the energy of all those that have encountered in its subsistence.
Got to get ready for work. Today is a new day. I dedicated yesterday in its entirety to my son. Today I have to find myself again and free my spirit. I claim it, Delphine! I claim it!
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