I’ve got these seven puppies. They are my Maximos only puppies. So cute and rambunctious. Barely trained, 5 months old. And ready for homes.
Tomorrow at 11:00 am I’ll drop them off at a place that going to home them. And I am so excited for their new lives to begin. Those puppies have helped me process my feelings about my Mama giving me away and much of her process and weighing it to glean understanding? And that’s how this mind works. Like some divinely driven machine working for the planet. Figure things out and speaking about it?
And I am so excited about the puppies finally going to their places. And I feel they are ready. Which brought up my own feelings from my past being a baby who did not feel ready to separate from her Mama and going through all that trauma again to glean the messages and the lessons? Mama would want me to be a good student of life lesson as much as she’s reading from the holy text book?
That’s what I’d say? She created this holy hell raiser? Sharp as a razor to slice through the bullshit and cut to the meat of it. So she could see it all after the fall out and get some damn peace about it? Her way wasn’t working? So she prayed up to Jesus and ask for a hand and did her giving as planned. Which was the fan to my flames that rose higher and higher, loving Mama does inspire. I set folks on fire!
- And God loves a fool willing to confound the wise! It’s written. I am my Mamas fool and tool for love. She’s just needed reminding of what a badass she is with no apologizing. Ping ping Mama. Remember. Now own it. Lay that old rag to rest. I’ve bleached it all for ya. No need to scrub again. Now enjoy this grace bestowed upon the from me. The vessel pouring out love on the after the scrubbing is over. Xoxo.
- Rest Mama now. Rest. It’s finished. All stitches are basted and tied with a knot.
- Beautiful quilt of our legacy.
- You and me forever we be twined together. Linda and Be. Xox.