on this day

a new friend wrote me an email this morning, telling me of her inspiration to write this poem. She saw my photograph on Facebook and it caused her to pause. Thank you Sue. I have been moved, especially on this day of remembering, honoring and reflection. The photo collage is in honor of my son, Kyle Mackey Broughton, aka Scooter, aka Sargent Broughton which includes moments from his childhood all the way thru Dive School and tour of duty in Iraq. He is stationed currently in Virginia, and will serve his second tour of duty next year. Peace be to all who have and will serve. Deb's Poem by Sue Foster Reaching past the thorns and pain Entering the heart of the enemy Not to be daunted by the threat of harm But centered on the purpose at hand A single vision Courage to penetrate the barrier To reach inside, one single delicate blossom at a time Needing only to persist and hold the vision Later to be joined by others Standing silently united No need to speak, but simply to believe Union formed and knitted together Standing brilliant for all to see We shall overcome in peace

returned

I have returned to the waters edge...to be with family, laugh with my Mom, listen to Jack's stories, laugh some more, sew, paint, create, eat my weight in fresh seafoods, get my toes sandy, enjoy sunkissed afternoons and raging sunsets, consume abundant amounts of fresh picked avacadoes from the tree in front yard, sip delicious red wines and JUST BE.

feeling groovy!

Kind Over Matter featured my "give thanks" photo today. It is such a highlight of my day when I open their newsletter or read the blog, chocked full of yummie photographs, heartfelt quotes and links to funky artists. We just can't get enough KINDNESS in our daily life, can we? GO FORTH, AND BE KIND.

Balloon

shadows, past lives and right now

As the Dia de Los Muertos holiday comes to a close, I am pondering the following quote by Victor Landa ~In our tradition, people die three deaths. The first death is when our bodies cease to function; when our hearts no longer beat of their own accord, when our gaze no longer has a depth or weight, when the space we occupy slowly loses its meaning. The second death comes when the body is lowered into the ground, returned to mother earth, out of sight. The third death, the most definitive death, is when there is no one left alive to remember us~ As I continue to reinvent my life, beliefs and practices, this philosophy rings so true to me. I have always sensed that I had a previous life during the era of "Little House on the Prairie" Those sappy scenes of log cabin fires, quilting by hand, dipping candles and canning summer harvest seemed so familiar to me, like I have already done this before. Is this why I love to sew by hand, cook, and be such a Home Chick? Is this why I loved living in the woods, canoeing, gardening? Is it why I had such a serious crush on Chuck Conners, the Rifle Man? Anyway, back to Victors quote...I have experienced the first 2 stages of death, with friends and family, but now it is my sincere desire to continue to honor those who have gone before me in a celebratory fashion such as the Mexican tradition of Day of the Dead. Yes, I used to be like you.....not understanding the fancy dressed skeletons dancing among the flowers. But now I "get it" for It is a joyful event we invite the spirit of our loved ones to come visit us...we throw a party for them, we prepare their favorite foods, play their favorite music and light candles and gather marigolds to light their way to us. We share stories, we cry, we laugh. we are here, we miss you. Come play with us. My photos are just a rambling view of lately, and of course the shrine in progress for The Oaxaca Street Children Grassroots Shrine Auction

Thank you Rebecca, Susanna and Stephanie for your efforts, time, love and passion to include us in this celebration of L-I-F-E!!