My mother said this statement several years ago commenting on a television program:“She’s so sweet, she thinks sugar runs from her lips.”
I had no clue what she was talking about. I had to break it down slowly for myself. She..so…sweet (maybe she thinks she’s too good, whoever she is). Sugar…runs…from…her…lips (everything “she” says is sweet and tasty? WTF). Sometimes ma would say things that maybe she learned while she was growing up and she was fine being the only one among us who understood her own musings. She would crack herself up with these gems of sayings like, “eat too much oink, you get the gout”. Such laughter and play.
Anna’s life was about creation. She was a master seamstress sewing and adapting patterns to make our outfits that we wore growing up. Even with a pattern, her creations and the way she put fabric together was always original. She seemingly created something from nothing. When she looked at colors and patterns and shapes she saw the possibilities of what could come.
She was the same way with baking. Her pound cakes and sweet potato pies were a family favorite at holiday gatherings. I can make that pound cake in my sleep because I used to stand by her side adding the ingredients and mixing them up. Her desserts were a sweet gift she shared with family and friends and we delighted in partaking.
Anna created her life by design. She lived and died her truth sharing and giving from her heart, truly living and giving from her gifts. Not perfect was she by any means. Who is? She was perfectly imperfect. On October 2, 2011, Anna took her own life after several months of contemplating it without letting anyone know. Her heart had taken all it could take of this world and she chose the other side of Eternity.
My view might not be a popular one, but I am proud of my mother for living and dying her truth. I wish she would have chosen this life and all that she meant to those of us whom she brought the sweetness. It just may not have been so sweet for her and the bitterness, the loneliness, the sense of burdensomeness made the sweet not so sweet anymore.
She wanted her girls to live life by their design also, with the added feature of experiencing a joy in ourselves, in our work, and in our purpose; something she found in us that kept her heart beating. She wanted us to beat our own heart and breathe our own breath, and that is exactly why I salute her today.
Thank you for allowing me to share my journey and my stories of creativity, life, and inspiration. I do it all for love.
We all have a heart to beat and a purpose here on this side. Let’s live our Light. Reach out to me and share your comments below or email me at email@example.com for more information on discovering your light, your sweet and joyfulness of being.
Peace for the journey,