Following the “rules of blog” – I sometimes share moments from then (we have 27 years of material to choose from) and I share moments from now. If I leave you with a question in this down syndrome blog, feel free to ask it. If I leave you with a revelation, feel free to share it. If I post a general rant or big news that has nothing to do with Marcus, well, that’s the blogger’s prerogative.
Here are some blogs or subjects to start with. Or just scroll down for our most recent adventures!
One day, several years ago, my father asked me, “Why do you want to be a writer?”
“Immortality” I answered.
I think this is common for artists. Since accepting the challenge to write and share about Legacy, I’ve seen it sprinkled in many songs and art references. Pretty much the entire musical of Hamilton is obsessed with the theme of legacy.
Early in 2018, the lead singer of The Cranberries, Dolores O’Riordan, died at 46. Forty-Six. Too young. She touched many lives in her short life and her work will live on. This song, “When You’re Gone” begins with the line, “Hold on to love, that is what I do…”
Ever want to run away? Maybe that’s too drastic. There are certainly times for all of us when we want to get away. Maybe to be completely left alone, but for me usually I want to get away with just my two boys, Quinn and Marcus. We do alone, together, pretty well.
Even so, Marcus and I are apt to go to cities first and participate in the bustle. We go to exciting destinations and do something filling; not always, but often our location is chosen by something asked of us by others.
Quinn urges us to get away to somewhere quiet. Low pressure. To go somewhere and unwind, empty out the cluttered mind, release, and breathe.
We haven’t been/done that for, well too long a while. My spirit is craving it. Somewhere quiet, isolated, unwind, unscheduled, restful and refill
I’m going to share a little old and a little new today. In November of 2014 I wrote:
AUTUMN PLAYS TRICKS WITH TIME
Waking moments are fewer
The sun says “Hurry up” while
The wind pushes us along and
I swear time moves faster by
Taunting my to-do lists and
My goal sheets
Each minute holds the seconds more loosely than the last
And they fall away quickly like the leaves that desert the trees
Then swirl along the ground
Warning of the darkness beckoning as
The year readies to close its eyes and then
In a moment’s blink
A New Year wakes and we begin again.
Two adorable kids when they received Black Day: The Monster Rock Band. Reshared recently by mom we met in Nashville.
As I mentioned in the previous post, Marcus was a bit of a star at the event last week and greeted, treated as such. As proven by this awesome post:
Their Mom. 🙂
With Fame Comes Responsibility
Now there is some work and obligation that comes with being a star. One is, although I