Up in the Air

I’m not sure if we were racing or not, but as we made our approach to CLT, I couldn’t resist waving to the passengers in the other plane. The vast expanse of land and sky stretched out below us, a humbling reminder of how small we all seemed in our tiny aircraft against the grandeur of the world around us.

 

My Mama

From my first moments you were there... From the moment I existed you were my built-in-best-friend. Though things were not always perfect and distance divided us... I never once doubted that you loved me. I'm trying to figure out how to find you in a world you don't physically exist in anymore. I'm trying to figure out how to live with a broken heart. I love you very much, Mama.

Tina Louise Wixson (August 10, 1960 - April 12, 2014)   Tina Louise Wixson, 53, passed from this life Saturday, April 12, 2014 at her home in Pearl. Visitation will be held 5:00-8:00pm, Monday, April 14, 2014 at Baldwin-Lee Funeral Home. Graveside services are 11:00am, Tuesday, April 15, 2014 at the Drakes United Methodist Church Cemetery in Flowood. She was born Wednesday, August 10, 1960 in Jackson, Mississippi, a daughter of the late Grant Wixson and Louise Hawthorne Wixson. She was employed for several years as a school bus driver with the Pearl School District. She loved spending time at her home on the Pearl River and gardening in her yard. A gifted artist, Tina painted many artworks which her family and friends will treasure as keepsakes of her love for them. Survivors include son, J. Grant Wixson Blakeney; daughter, Christina Louise Shores; brothers, James Wixson and wife Michele and Bubba Wixson and wife Becky; sister, Sheila Williams and husband Marvin; and grandchild, Hayden Shores.

Bus

Sitting behind the house of a friend just outside Greensboro, NC is a relic… a relic of a time gone by.  This old school bus sits protecting not children but firewood from the rain.  When I first saw it I was mesmerized… it was something different, with a beauty all it’s own. 

More than the Moment

We tend to think on low scales, here and now.  We exist, but only in this moment, the past is the past and the future is yet to exist.  We walk in eternity, every moment we have is a moment that reverberates throughout time.

Breaking Dawn

I never expected this,

to be captured by your eyes.

Not even a little wish,

to cut through the old lies.

All it took was a single smile,

and all my walls fell down.

I thought it would take a while,

before I knew it all was lost,

And I was surely under a spell.

You came in and it’s gone at all cost,

and deeper and deeper I fell.

Before I knew it I was not alone,

and my heart, it was gone.

Magic and Possibility

To see the world through the eyes of a child…

Is to see a world of magic and possibility.

To see the world as an adult…

Is to forever wish to see it through the eyes of a child. 

two

Two separate beings.. so different,

Intertwined to one.

What was never present,

Is slowly being won.

Casting Crowns

Sometimes we fall and we lose what we thought was so dear and soon we have to find our way back to a place where we are comfortable.  Sometimes we find that what we lost wasn’t so great and we shrug it off and we rise above it and we find something so much better.

(About the Photo:  Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz was the wife of King George III of Great Britain and Ireland and she is who the city of Charlotte, NC was named for.   This statue that appears outside Charlotte-Douglas International Airport (CLT) appears to have her casting away her crown symbolically as the city itself once cast away its ties to Great Britain in the American War of Independence. )

Fascination

Machines have always fascinated me.   From the lowly workhorse car to the space shuttle, machines have entered our lives relatively fast and changed our world.  Personally I am one of the most mechanically dysfunctional people on the planet, though I have improved a bit over the years, I am still just bound by fascination and amazement that a hunk of metal placed together in such a way can do so much. 

Ancorā impāro

 I’ve gone through a lot in the past year, I ended up some place I would have never guessed would be a place for me to be.   Here are some things that I’ve learned in the past year believe me this is not all inclusive.

Sometimes bad things happen to good people and no matter how you want to help the best help is just being there.

When one door closes another one opens, it just takes you looking to see it.

Never underestimate the stupidity of people as some will let their kids swim in the surf of a tropical storm with waves that hit the bottom of a 20 ft high pier, while the red signals are flying.

Take the scenic route home, it may be longer… but the stars are prettier.

Some family is by birth… some family is forged in fire.

It is possible to idolize someone for their good traits and recognize the bad traits… and accept them for what they truly are.

Opportunity comes where and when you least expect it and can change your life. 

Soul mates do exist and you can fall madly in love with them… and have to acknowledge that the timing is wrong and you can’t be together just yet.

Sometimes things that are too good to be true really are… however not always.

The amount of time that it takes someone to etch themselves on your heart can vary from a short amount of time to an inconceivable amount of time.

Children can speak words with such truth that it can make you cry.

The ocean is a powerful living being that can humble you in your most prideful moments, and it can cleanse you of all that is troubling you… and it can take your very life away… all in an instant.

It is possible to love again when you never thought that it would be possible.

The past year has been an adventure and it is no where near over… I am still learning. 

(Images representing the three states I have lived in this year.   Florida, Mississippi, and North Carolina.) 

Hope

The darkness can be suffocating robbing you of everything that you hold dear.  It can be so dark and despair so overwhelming that it seems that there is no way out.   I lost a friend to this darkness and it is a darkness myself have found myself inside.  A deep dark inky place of tears and hopelessness, but no matter how dark it seems… there is a way out.  No matter how bad things seem, it will always get better.  Things go in a wheel time pushes us along and soon we will stumble from the darkness into the light and wonder why we stayed so long trapped in despair.

You just have to keep hope that you will find out way on the trail to the light.

Keep hope…

Just hope.

It is all you need.

http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

In Loving Memory Of Loraine Crockett, May You Find Peace On Your Journey, And Know You Were Loved By So Many!

the road less traveled

Sometimes you walk the road less traveled. You leave it all behind for no rhyme or reason.  None at all.  

No reason for why you’re drawn away.

Except fate.

Fate…

I was destroyed… alone, beyond hope….

Broken.

Shattered.

Fate brought me here, on a road not considered.

Why?

Unsure…

A mirror? Heartache?

Uncertainty?

No…..

Certainty.

Reflections are Protections

Sometimes reflections can be distorted, not a true representation of what it is reflecting… but the truth can be seen in the reflection.  Is it really as distorted as you believe.

Silent Path

Part of Wordless Wednesday!

What is Love

Love is a complex emotion that is hard to describe.

It is an Unwillingness to let someone fall… to see them hurt, to see them cry.

It is a Willingness to do whatever it takes to ensure that they continue to smile.

It is an insurance policy, maybe not for you…  but for you to them.

It is a road… the road is best traveled with the one you love… but sometimes you go solo.

It is the greatest feeling you can ever feel at any given time… however it can also be the worst feeling you can ever feel at any given time… and on top of that… at the same time.

Love…  just is.

You can’t change it when it happens… Love is a river you get caught in the current and you just have to let it guide you where it goes.

Water Through Time

Water drips down the bottle, 

Slowly moving through time.

Time doesn’t slow, even for the lowly. 

Loneliness spreads like the water, engulfing my entire soul. 

Darkness takes it’s toll as the clock ticks on.

Time moves and doesn’t slow. The darkness drips into my very essence

Polluting my thoughts, and souring my dreams.

Time moves darkness flows, loneliness takes root.

I drip down the glass moving through time, wishing it would slow, but it never will, not for me… not for you… not for water.

継続は力なり。

Hanging in the window of The Green Bean in downtown Greensboro hang a flock of paper cranes; I am unsure as to why they hang, I assume it could be in honor of those affected a year ago in Japan.

(Title Translation: Perseverance is strength.)

Power Tower

Part of Wordless Wednesday.

Something Beautiful

From the darkness and the debris of that lost...  come a new arising… reaching for the light.   Something beautiful. 

How Was I to know?

How was I to know when I came here,

How was I to know I had much to fear?

You came and took away my breath,

How was I to know I’d freely give the rest?

How was I to know I could lose it all?

I’ve never been so ready to take a fall.

I’m not one to blatantly risk my heart,

How will I know you won’t break it apart?

I am speechless whenever we meet,

How was I to know you’d make my heart beat?

I lost it all when I came to this place,

I lost my heart without a trace.


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