A Slice of Peace

This morning I have been contemplating my path of evolving feelings toward my Mom and Dad who are no longer here on earth.  As and older, more self-aware individual I can recognize the pain and longing I felt for what it was; my wish to have a perfect relationship with humanly imperfect beings. It took some major soul searching to understand that I have to accept people as they are, or if unable, quietly walk away. For me, walking away is brave and more loving as it gives space to myself and others to be at peace without constant pressure to conform to others’ standards that may not be acceptable. I think of the years I spent trying to make my parents (and others in my life) into what I thought they should be instead of appreciating what they had to offer and… I mourn the time lost. I was constantly looking externally, expecting pieces to fit where I wanted them to instead of looking internally. This external thinking was a great way to distract me from my own wounds, my own faults, and my own part in the equation of a relationship. Yet, I have found that blaming and expecting others to fix your own “stuff” is much, much more painful in the long run (as there is no end) than the initial (and profoundly) painful realization that I am just as imperfect as everyone else. Thus, forgiving myself has opened my heart and mind to forgiving my Mom and Dad and has allowed me to see the many gifts they did give me, such as their own version of love and support. Oh, there are moments where I selfishly still long for what my parent’s couldn’t give me or be the answer to a problem I am facing; however, I remember them both as who they were – imperfectly loving human beings who where just trying to find a slice of peace, love, and happiness in the only way they knew how. Just like me.


100 days of what makes me happy, with photographs. Day 26: A gift from the heart.


100 days of what makes me happy, with photographs. Day 26: A gift from the heart.

Sometimes you are lucky enough to have someone in your life that is unselfish, someone who loves you despite the past, the hurt, the pain of a misguided heart. A gift to remind me of my connection to my father, unselfishly given out of the goodness of her soul. Thank you Cathy, for being a blessing in my life.

“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.”
~ Mother Teresa

Some Lessons I Learned From My Father


Strength is often shown in quiet and unassuming ways

Loving someone enough may mean letting them find their own way, even if it means losing them for awhile

Stubbornness is a survival instinct that can push you to great heights, or blind you to new possibilities

Educating yourself is addictive and opens your mind to things that were previously hidden from view

Music is a beautiful form of emotion that can heal and give strength

Not everyone will appreciate who you are, but be yourself anyway