New Beginnings

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I need help. Between moving and travel expenses I’m severely fiscally challenged.

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I give thanks for all I have, pray for blessings and safe health and mostly pray for those who face greater challenges than I.

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Valley Girl

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I lost my toothbrush somewhere. I’m sure I’ll find it. But right now, it doesn’t really matter.

I’m traveling. In the South where I wanted to be three months ago. But life had a funny way of saying no. It wasn’t time.

I met a man named Tony yesterday. It was the busy ladies at the grocery cafe who led me to the bookstore who led me into the Cataloochee Valley. Ten miles of dusty roads through the mountains into the valley. I wasn’t going to stay but I did. I was exhausted. I slept 12 hours.

I swam in the River this morning, alone. At first I was afraid. But not anymore. I know why I’m here. I sat around the campfire last night with the park host. In a quiet pause Tony said , “I’m so glad you came.” “So am I, ” I said. So am I.

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Goodbyes are always hard

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Blogging about a brain injury, my life, my photography began in December of 2012. I didn’t know what to write, I just started after reading about getting exposure as an author. In June of 2013, the book, I Forget to Remember was released. Sales were soft. About the same time, the small WordPress blog was converted to its own website, I Forget to Remember. By September, there were over 200,000 hits to the website. My focus switched from brain impairment to inspiration and doors that were opened up to me because of my faith. At times, I didn’t even know how the page would end, I would just start typing as I saw the story unfold. Thanks to Gods Grace, my true path became very clear.

Thank you to all my readers past and present. The total readership reached over 68 countries worldwide. It is now March of 2015 and there are 468 written pages total(with music and photographs). My journey through this blog is coming to an end. I am now ready for the next stage of my journey. I know what I want, I know what I don’t want. It took me five years to get here. Actually twenty five.

I’ve learned to live with my deficits, not around them. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to offer. But I’ve also learned to let go of anyone who can’t accept me. I’m doing it for me.

Selfish? Maybe. Happy. Very.

To everyone who helped me along the way, thank you. To everyone I let go of. I’m sorry. I know you understand. And maybe I’ve inspired you. I hope so.

May the sun always be at your back, may you remember my words.

“Be the change that you want to see in the world”, Gandhi said, “In a gentle way you can shake the World.”

"I do not follow, I am Led"

“I do not follow, I am Led”

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I got my miracle

I’m in the south. But it doesn’t feel like the south. It has been cold. And so in my third year here, I can’t stick to my normal routine. It was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I sleep on a double air mattress. It’s a system I made up myself after traveling so long. I have a queen mattress and a single. The single works well for when I’m on the road the queen works well because it makes like a couch with the twin.

One day I stripped all the bedding. It was a beach day and so I thought I’d launder everything fresh. When I returned home that evening, I noticed the queen had deflated somewhat. That’s strange I thought.

After careful search, I could not find a leak. The blinds had even left open and that day it almost reached 80 degrees. Maybe it had expanded and caused a seam leak. I would inflate it again and search.

I only have a lighter inflator so I drag my queen air mattress to my van. Now mind you I’m on the second floor. Of an apartment complex. Carrying this mattress by myself.

To make a long story short, this went on for six days. Finally, on a Sunday I say I’m taking this mattress out leaning it against the van and in the sunlight I’m going to find this leak. There it was, a pinhole. I was so proud of myself as I patched it and thought my problems were over!

That night I returned home to find it was still leaking. Somewhere else. By now I feel like I’m sleeping in a waterbed. I’m kind of getting used to it. But becoming very frustrated by it.

Yesterday was very windy. It’s actually the day that same wind is blowing the huge storm up the Eastern seaboard. It’s cold and windy. A miserable day. As evening came and I was going out for a walk, I knew I couldn’t blow up the mattress and carry it in that wind. I’ll just put it in the van and wait til nightfall to blow it up.

I didn’t blow it up. I slept on one firm mattress. And slept very well. I dreamed about what I feared most and let it go. I’m actually still laying here, writing. I didn’t want to lose this moment. I want solid underneath me. I want no instability. I want to know what’s holding me up is strong. And I’m letting go of anything that requires me to fill it up everyday. So that it works for me.

The most beautiful air mattress story ever. Ask for miracles and you will receive them. Just not in the way you planned.

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I need a Miracle

Is playing in the background. One of my favorite faith songs. I don’t know why but I like faith more than Christian. I am a woman of faith. And it shows.

I’m dating but I dread it. The other day I’m on the phone speaking with a man who says I’m special. He asks what I do. I write and photograph about the light. Well, do you believe it? You must if that’s what you do.

I’m in the South now. I feel myself changing again as the warm breezes and relaxed lifestyle have me thinking, maybe I could live here. But as my regular readers know, the heat will make me a prisoner of air conditioning by June. As a nomad of sorts, I am flexible like they used to say in the airline industry, “you are now free to move about the cabin.”

I wake up each day knowing this is leading somewhere. Yesterday, I spent the day at the beach. At the beach in Florida there are mostly couples walking. As you lay there, you can hear bits of conversations. The predominant one yesterday was the extreme weather.

I’m at a park and the birds are starting to surround me. People are looking. It’s time to go. And then, suddenly, the biggest bird ever came in from across the ocean, slowly, right over my head. It was in that moment I realized how small I was. I need a miracle.

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Welcome to my World

Morning has broken. It keeps coming back to me this morning. When a song enters my head, a message is trying to get through.

I awoke after a great nights sleep. The night before I had tossed and turned and so yesterday seemed “off”. I knew what was bothering me and I was trying to shake it off. Unsuccessfully.

At 10:54 am this morning, Mercury went retrograde. Backwards. It will stay that way for three weeks. Mistakes. Miscommunications. Dropped calls. Dropped phones. I have a great love for all things sun and space, moon and stars. I question why the planets are there. I want to travel in space and photograph.

My world consists of Mercury retrograde all the time. Does it bother me? Not anymore. Morning has Broken.

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain’s new fall sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word

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