Tulsa Time Change

Tulsa Time Change

(Actual lyric to Tulsa Time)

“When I left Oklahoma, driving in a Pontiac, just about to lose my mind, I was going to Arizona maybe on to California where people all live so fine.”

(My rewrite of said lyric)

“When I left Oklahoma, driving in a moving truck just about to find my mind, I was going through Alabama gonna land in Destin, Florida where I’m loving living life so fine.”

Funny thing- I sing Tulsa Time in Florida at a beachside cafe.

I got to spend Thanksgiving week in Tulsa,Oklahoma, where I got to visit friends new and old.

I got to see my best friend from the ninth grade, Rhonda Davis.

I got to eat amazing food and drink lots of coffee with great company.

I got puppy love round the clock.

I got to dance, oh man, what a band, at Maggie’s Music Box, every other Tuesday night!

I got to read at The Gypsy Coffee House on open mic night.

I got to make new friends with souls that have known mine for eons.

I got to make art with my community at Stuff Dreams are Made of, celebrating four years of so much that words can’t describe it.

And I met Joy there! AND there was a woman named Joy there!

And today, I get to go to Oklahoma City and spend two days with my daughter before I return home to my beautiful life at the beach.

I love my life. I love my friends. And don’t you know, I love my daughter. And I cannot wait to see what the Universe has in store for me today and forever more.

Keep looking forward, keep looking up.

And for ALL THESE THINGS, I am grateful. INFINITY.

About Giving Thanks When All You Feel is Pain

About Giving Thanks When All You Feel is Pain

(Unrelated photos are of squirrel feeding gnome. (“Gnome, he’s my uncle!”-look up Gnome joke to get this))

This holiday season can be a painful one. And if it is that for you today, keep reading.

Family. History. Unhealed. These are loaded words at this time of year for me. They cover the immediate family I came from, the one I created in my marriage, and all of my ancestors, too. 

That’s a lot of mouths to feed the bird to.

There is more focus on blood family at the holiday, so it makes sense that if that is a sore spot, a magnifying glass only makes it more so.

I only know the unhealed parts when they rear their heads. And they did last night. And I was stunned. And I took action. And I got relief.

In the past, those unhealed parts looked like a bag of bricks and instead of gingerly taking one out at a time to throw it in the river and lighten my load, I took the whole bag, tied it to my ankle and thought about jumping in the river. For 25 years.

Sometimes, the pain I feel doesn’t even belong to me. It is the anguish my great Aunt Beulah felt over the loss of her 8 year old son, Richard. That same grief my mother carried because she was like his sister, also 8 when he died. I never saw that released. I simply saw it in my mother’s bag of bricks. And picked it up to put in my bag. Along with her unhealed brick of my father’s death at 42. Right next to my brick of losing my father at age 7.

These people are all gone, but their unhealed parts still remain. Begging to be healed.

I knew 24 Turkey days in my marriage. And this marks number 7 since my new life began. 

Since my divorce, each holiday, at first, was just less shitty than the one before.  And somewhere along the line, that changed.

Don’t know why or how, doesn’t matter much to me. Point is, it got better. Maybe because I started to create a new life. Likely so. In fact, I got my happy back. Took a lot of work and still does, if I am completely honest. 

This time of year, with the increase in darkness in each day, is one of my challenges in the mental health olympics. The beach helps, but dark is dark.

I wish you all a season of healing, joy, release and laughter. 

Look to the light. Keep looking forward. Keep looking up. 

More will be revealed. 

The light at the end of the tunnel is not a train. 

And if all else fails, Black Friday is tomorrow, Cyber Monday is around the corner, and Amazon is right at your fingertips!

GIFTED

GIFTED

Hey Google set timer for 2 minutes. 

Gratitude Rant

G for Google 

G for Grateful 

G for Golly Gee whiz boy did I 

Get  

GIFTED yesterday. I 

Got a hat that says 

GIRL on it 

Got a sweat suit that says 

GIFTED let’s talk about that shall we? Sure. I’m 

GIFTED. Is that okay to say out loud? 

Gosh it sure is. Why? Because if you believe in something that starts with a 

G that’s where those

GIFTS come from silly. We’re supposed to celebrate them and own them and share them and express them as our GIFTS back to whoever or whatever we believe made all this 

Good stuff for 

Goodness sake,  so I’m 

Going on the road because I 

Get to 

Go to Oklahoma and I 

Get to see my friends and I 

Get to see my daughter and I 

Get to see my art community and I 

Get to miss my cat and I 

Get to miss the beach and that’s all 

Good news because why? Because I have a

Great life that I’ve created  and it’s 

Good to know that I’ve made something I love so much that I 

Get to miss it. 

Gratitude? you betcha!  It’s 

Givingthanks week after all. I like the word appreciation too but we’re sticking with the letter 

G for 

Good

G for 

Great (I am leaving this next three words here because they are NOT the words I typed…you can decide what that GIFT might be…)

Jesus for Greatness 

G is for 

GIFTED 

G is for 

GIFTS. Celebrate all of that in you and around you today. That’s time! I’m 

Going to drive now. Hey 

Google Maps 

Get me to Tulsa Oklahoma safely. Hey Universe. Thanks in advance for doing that.