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And So This is Christmas

12/25/2014

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And so this is Christmas...

I love this time. Decorating starts early November. Not with a rush; a couple totes or boxes 
a day; setting up the peaceful, softly-lit village; arranging the puffy, cotton snow. A few years
ago, I scored a great cupboard at a yard sale. Last year it became my 'village table'. Perfect!

Over the years, I've added more and more trees around the house. The original hodgepodge
Christmas tree, a purple and silver tree for my bedroom, a giraffe tree, a vacation tree. A tiny tree 
I used to set up in my dad's room at the nursing home before he passed. An OSU tree all
scarlet and gray.

Before I was born, my dad made a beautiful side table and it is home to my snowmen. Garland
and wreaths and handmade stockings. Too many (but not too many) decorations all over the
house. A wonderland of lights and sparkle that make me happy!

Making cookies with my kids and their kids. Planning menus. Anticipating the week-long visit
with DLR and Peter-my boys from Brooklyn.

A little sadness in the mix. A year since the "beginning of the end" with that man. Able to look
back with love and relief for the ending. Seeing the growth and increasing peace I've been
blessed with through the struggle.

So grateful to be alive and well and able to celebrate another lovely season of giving and living.

GOD BLESS US EVERYONE!

My daughters and I wish YOU a Merry Christmas:

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SNOW!

12/16/2014

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It finally snowed! So much of my life has been spent dreading the cold and winter weather. I'm not sure why that went away.

When I was a child, I huddled by the warm air register much of the time. Occasionally my mom would force me to "play" outside. I remember going into the barn with the cows to keep warm. (Though I was afraid of their long tongues reaching out for me like I was a bale of hay or a scoop of oats.)

When I became a teenager, I still hated the cold/snow. Except when large, lazy, white puffs fell on my 'nose and eyelashes'. Why do we think that is so romantic? My mom and brother and I went to the city to see Mary Poppins. When we came out of the theater, large flakes were coming down; so beautiful by the streetlamp light! And, yes, they did land appropriately.

For some reason, in later years, I've grown to like and even (sometimes) love snow. I'm still partial to the puffs and enjoy the glittery diamond-like glow in the cold, fierce winter sunshine.

Certainly, I don't want to be out for long periods of time. But Milton and I walk around the house looking for suitable spots for elimination. (Not for me; that would be taking my new-found love of winter a bit too far.) I even shoveled my steps, walk and driveway last year.

So, YAY for snow and for finally accepting (and embracing) what I cannot change!
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Working Girl Blues

12/12/2014

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Time goes on.
Usually without thought
of buried feelings, hurts, inner angst.
Easier to ignore, push down,
gloss over, keep busy,
'don't worry, be happy'.

Then life interrupts the peace,
serenity of the days
in a small or large way.
Dredges up the inner, the hidden.

I've come to acknowledge and accept
the necessity for this growth process in my life.
But sometimes (like right now)
it irritates the hell out of me!

Why always growing?
Growth brings pain.
I thought I'd be grown by now.
Why isn't there ever a becoming?
Ever an arriving?
Ever a finish?

Always more learning.
More erupting from deep.
More hidden...
surfacing.
Surprises from within.
Rarely good.

More work to be done.
Truths to be faced.
Hopefully overcome.
Dealt with-maybe eradicated.
But always more.

Sometimes a rest from the knowing.
But always the return.
From the depths.
The chore of discovery.
The facing of innermost secrets.
I keep from myself.

I think it will only stop when I stop.
So, I'll reluctantly welcome the process
for the rest of my life.
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    Kathy Brooks aka
    Mama Lee Rotten

    I am a writer living in Mt. Vernon, Ohio. I enjoy thrift shopping, working in the garden, singing karaoke and spending time with my children and grandchildren. I have only recently started writing, and one of my poems, "Song 4 You" has already been adapted to music by my son, David Lee Rotten (of Naked Highway), and will be released in early 2015 on his debut solo album/video project Bound.  

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