Magical Colorado

Labor Day

This morning I lingered in bed for a few moments. During the night I awakened to watch for the entrance light to be turned off. Once the light is off I can finally sleep in peace because I know Josh is home. Josh came home for the weekend from school and he went out with his friends.  I enjoyed cooking his favorite meals. This morning my husband and I were packing perfect measured meals. Picadillo, a ground beef Cuban dish with rice and beans. Carl was carefully measuring with his eyes and his touch to be certain that all the vacuum bags were equal in size. He made sure each one was a meal that would satisfy Josh. He froze the meals first. Afterward he vacuum packed them. The science behind that was so the potatoes don't become mashed potatoes in the process. " What a good dad" I thought to myself. Late this afternoon Josh left with his cooler packed with love. As he drove away I was sad. Sad to see him go. Sad because I don't know when I will see him again.  I held back from crying and then I smiled. I smiled because I am so proud of Josh. I am so happy that he is following his passion . I am so happy that he makes the world a better place.

Live it, Feel it, Dream it.....

My World

This moment
is a minute in a lifetime.
My life is in this room.
The world is in this room.
My world,
my sons.
One a grown man
the other still a child.
One a realist
the other still a dreamer.
I watch them chase each other around the house.
I love the sound of laughter as they play.
Today the years between them vanish.
Today love grows like a seed that is watered.
Today this moment will be remembered.
A memory that bonds two brothers.
A memory of a happy childhood.
A childhood that they will treasure
when they are old and gray.
A memory to hold when I am no longer in this world.

Life is in the details

Potato Soup

My son Josh loves Potato soup. He can eat it for breakfast, lunch or dinner. When the soup is cooking he hovers around like a helicopter looking for a landing spot. Sometimes I think he dreams about it. Potato soup is not only good for his body but I believe it  feeds his soul. It's nostalgic for him. My mom would cook Potato soup for him when he was a child. Potato soup evokes memories of grandma and grandpa's house. I love to make it for him. He eagerly  tastes it and judges it at the same time. Last time that Josh was home he said to me, "it tastes like grandma's". I smiled and replied "finally!". I was just happy that he could close his eyes and the taste and smell can take him back to a happy memory. Here I am waiting to make another pot of  potato soup to feed my son's soul.

Intuition

Intuition is defined as a direct perception of truth. Intuition is immediate apprehension. Why do some of us have it while others do not?
My first answer was "no" and then I was swayed to say "yes". I had a feeling that it was a mistake. I learned today once again never to go against my intuition!