That's All That Matters

And this is a painting I have fallen in love with, created by the wonderful French artist Laurent Parcelier. Simply, delirious in light and sun and that filmy sweet dreamy love atmosphere that transports to wherever part of his heaven that is. Marvelous! Marvelous! You simply have to sigh to yourself,  "I belong there!" 

After playing quite the somber soul a night before my birth day, wherein I wrote the post I posted a post below, well, what can I say except life is life, sometimes we are ecstatic and triumphant in knowing, and then there are stretches where we ponder the deepest depths there is from our personal well of experience pull ing up a pail of nugget knowing that merely portions a quart of life lessons. Meaning there are a thousand trajectories to our being.

In the afternoon of my 44th birthday, I strangely became momentarily agitated. There was no quelling that dispassionate dragon, no matter how logically I chastised myself to behave. Discomfited and appalled at my sullen behavior, it took all my resolve from giving vent to whatever screwy emotion  churning my insides. 

Interestingly, my shadow person instantly metamorphosed into a docile butterfly ( from to dragon to butterfly, quite the transfiguration!) soon as my two sons walked into the palace of my home. Breezy winsome smiles and youthful air, they greeted me, the youngest brandishing proudly the gift he had acquired. I was in love with their presence. No happier, calmer mother was there at the moment. Perfection and completeness. Sunshine blessings to cap the late obliging afternoon of my day. And I realized my heart was merely aching for the sacred completeness of my tribe. What gratefulness and joy it was when it was so. The gift that I beseech granted.

After all that's been said, the innermost light of life is having each other. That's all that matters.