What a silly day this was. I had just come home from the hospital and was lying in my bed trying to escape the negative energies that suround hospitals. We were all sort of coming down from a long period of stress, worry and sensory overload. Retta is very into her "Groovy Girl" collection and we were lying on my bed playing with the dolls and re-connecting. Suddenly, the bed quilt became an ice cave and the Groovy Girls were trapped. Retta tried to call for help but....because they are so very groovy....the girls had used up all of their cell minutes. How does a girl call for help without a cell phone????
Soon we were screeching from the room, "Help, Help we need cell minutes, or fire trucks or something...the girls are trapped."
The next thing I know, Anna (my dear sweet angel of a dtr who stayed and nutured Musa and Retta, while I was away)....came running into the room , dressed in layers from Retta's dress up trunk.....yelling...."Help my babies are trapped."
We laughed and laughed...that deep soul resounding laugh that heals loved ones in ways words don't describe. It heals deeper than prayer, deeper than spritual breathing....it is pure joyful release....amongst those that you love and trust.
So...although this might not mean a thing to many of you out there...I wanted to save the moment...freeze frame history and be able to look back in the coming years and remember what a ride this life has been. (and I had to show off Anna's headgear...which is actually an old pair of silk MC Hammer pants!)
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Lol I sure do love my family!!
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