Sitting On A Park Bench 

This weeks Sandbox Writing Challenge asks us to imagine an old man sitting on a bench and to….Imagine this man telling you something important, something you need to hear. What is he saying? When I read this weeks challenge, my thoughts immediately went to my grandfather….so, that’s the route I’ve decided to go…..

Grandpa was sitting on the

Bench next to me

No words were being spoken,

His hands upon his knees.


When all of a sudden,

He started to speak.

In his soft gravely voice

He said to me…


“I don’t know what’s going to happen

Between now and Christmas, and

Quite honestly, I don’t give a hoot.”


“All I want is to be with my Alice. 

To laugh and be like we used to.

I miss her so much, she’s 

Where I want to be.”


“Lin, don’t worry or listen to

What others will say….do

What’s best for you and

You’ll find your way.”


“You will meet the one for you,

And when you do..

Be like Alice and I,

The 2 musketeers 

And let the world go by.”

 
“Others may not understand

And some won’t quite get it…

That’s not for you to worry about

It’s your life, so live it.”


My Grandpa did say these things to me, in a letter he wrote to me about 2 months before he passed away. He knew my marriage wasn’t a happy one. His wish for me was to know the kind of love he and my grandmother shared. I cannot remember a time they weren’t together. Her passing was extremely hard on him. He would live another 5 years before meeting back up with her. As painful as it was for me to say goodby, it makes me happy to think of the two of them back together,,watching over me…..
I believe he had a hand in my meeting Jim…we like to say our grandfathers brought us together while enjoying a stein of beer…2 old Germans playing matchmaker 🍻

Regardless of the how, I am Blessed to be with my ‘musketeer’, and we both use our grandparents as examples As to how we live and love. 

alice & joe aka 2 musketeers


 

Heeding The Call of The Sea and Dragonfly

Last week, I was gifted with an amazing week of spending time with my children and grandchildren. I even managed some Soul Strolls and me time along the way….though I enjoyed my time immensley, I could feel the beginning tugs of the sea to my Soul. I knew I needed to get out there…today. Like Now! So off I went.

Wasn’t long before I found the real meaning behind that pull…….I found this poor little guy laying along the shoreline while I was strolling…..I thought he was dead….but he wasn’t!!!! The wind was blowing really hard, so I walked up towards the loblolly pines in hopes of finding a spot I could set him down on so he could dry off….he wouldn’t let go of my finger…….he hitched a ride home on my backpack….I set him down in/on one of my planters…I’m hoping the saltwater wasn’t to much for him….he’s hanging around, though moving……I have no doubts that he has a message for me. Things may be changing very soon for us, and finding him today, of all days, has me believing that everything is going to be ok, and work out the way it’s suppose to.

this is how I found him

My soul,.my spirit,

Is one with the sea.

I could hear the sea’s song,

Beaconing me…..


The feeling was strong…

As I was pulled along.

It seemed my stroll had a purpose,

I wasn’t wrong.

 

I looked down in the sand,

Along the shoreline,

To find my muse…..

My Dragonfly.


Wet wings and waterlogged,

Yet still so alive.

This was the pull,

I now realized.


I picked him up,

Safe from the waves.

My finger, he held tightly,

Our connection was made.



Translucent wings shimmered,

As they dried in the sun.

His mission to find me,

Was finally done.

hitchin’ a ride


No doubt there’s a message

He needs to convey.

With open heart, I will ‘hear’

All he has to say…….

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Always A Nana……☺️

Sitting here, in Philly..drinking my coffee with mixed emotions…..I miss my Jim, my home and my routine…..yet it never gets any easier leaving my children. I enjoyed every moment…but it’s also time to give them their space as they all adjust to being a family of 4. Mason isn’t so sure about sharing his mommy with *Nania*………..with that said, he and I had a good day yesterday….

hanging out on the swing


mason and nana’s cairn


we saw sparkles on the water and dragonflies in the air!!! 😄


next time I hold this little peanut she’ll be 2 1/2 minths old!!


Next up……boarding the plane…..

“Everytime I slip into the ocean, it’s like going home.” ~Sylvia Earle~

 


Day 5…..Nana Time Is Winding Down….

Time just seems to fly by…..cannot believe Natalie ( or as Mason calls her…Nania…Looks like that’s her new name as we’re all calling her that now!)  is a week old already.

“Nanas don’t just say “that’s nice” — they reel back and roll their eyes and throw up their hands and smile. You get your money’s worth out of Nanas ” ~Author Unknown

 

Natalie aka Nania

 
I spent most of today cooking, giving the kids their space and family time. Making enough meals to freeze so Britt won’t have to worry about dinner next week. 

Then it was time for family pizza night tonight…all my kids under one roof..first time in 2 years for me!!! Chaos…and lots of love and laughs….I’m truly Blessed ❤️

“My three children have always been the most important thing in my life and my greatest blessing. Having my children at a young age means that I am now lucky enough to enjoy the experience of all my children becoming parents, the abundance of love and joy that I have in my life with all of these ‘little treasures’ is amazing.”  ~Unknown~

 

Jemma on my lap!! ☺️

 
  

❤️ These faces

 
 

my oldest granddaughter Emily holding Nania

 

Happy Earth Day 🌎

My morning Soul Stroll down to the lake…..is a very different view from what I see at home. First off,,,no hills!!! 

“There are no passengers on Spaceship Earth. We are all crew.” ~Marshall McLuhan, 1964~

  

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.” ~George Gordon-Lord Byron~

  

  

  

  

“Give me solitude—give me Nature—give me again, O Nature, your primal sanities!” ~Walt Whitman~