There is no better season than Fall, it’s my favorite time of the year. I guess it comes from growing up in Florida where we really didn’t have a traditional Fall nor did we experience the leaves changing. It wasn’t until we moved “up North” I experienced this, and while I know the leaves turning is really just them dying. . . It’s a beautiful death.
Since I do a lot of digital artwork I thought I would share some of my favorites Ive done of Fall. I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoyed doing them.
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A few times a year the husband and I like to go on road trips. Some keep us in our state, and others take us through several states. These are usually the ones that are the most memorable, and by “memorable,” I mean something unexpected or just downright bizarre happens – usually to me.
Case in point: Sunday morning, Southern Tennessee and The Waffle House.
As we sat down we noticed a group of folks occupying the booths in front of the entrance to the back of the restaurant and the restrooms. They looked like they had just come from church services. The ladies were in their finest dresses and hats and the men in their suits.
As a kid I can remember my mother making sure that she and I were dressed in our finest as we headed out for church. This was back when people still dressed for church. I didn’t think anyone really did that anymore, and I remember thinking at the time it was good to see this.
We had our meals and while we were wrapping up the breakfast I thought I’d better visit the ladies room before getting back on the road. . . If there is one thing you learn quickly when traveling with my husband is – he doesn’t stop for potty breaks. He’s all about putting miles behind him so you need to go while the goings good.
In order to get to the ladies room, I had to walk through the church folks who were having quite animated conversations across the aisles and between the 4 or 5 booths they were occupying. I felt kind of bad for interrupting them, but when you gotta go …
As I made my way through the aisle saying my “excuse me’s” the church folks stood up and started testifying, praising and raising hands. It wasn’t unusual for me to see this, as I was raised in the south and had been to church a time or two, but the unexpected timing of it all nearly made it unnecessary to continue to the ladies room. . . if you know what I mean.
As we left they were still holding services and it reminded me of something my dad used to say to my mom when she would get on him about not going to church with us on Sundays. He would say, ” you don’t need a special building to talk to the man upstairs, you can do that anywhere and anytime.”
Never was that proven more than that day.
I’m still not sure but I think I may have actually been baptized on that day – right there in The Waffle House.
Most people who know me well knows that my mother and I had a complicated relationship, and that we were estranged for many years prior to her death.
We reunited briefly days prior to her death, and tried as best as we could to mend fences and say things that for far too long had been left unsaid.
There are times I think of these few days and all of the things I forgot to say or didn’t say and I hope that she now knows them now. Then there are days I think of all the things we said were forgiven and the same anger that builds up inside of me all over again so much so that I’m not sure they were in fact forgiven or if I just said that to ease her passing mind. I sometimes really don’t know. Maybe I never will.
There are so many emotions when a parent dies, it leaves you feeling vulnerable, orphaned and devastated, and while I was feeling all of these things, the truth of the matter is, I mourned her long before she died, and when she died, I was left to mourn the imagined relationship we never had and would now never have.
My mother had many demons, but her story is not mine to tell. One day I may decide to tell it, but for now, they belong to me.
Of all the emotions I feel not one single one of them is regret for my choosing to not continue in what was most definitely a toxic relationship, even if I did become the talk of the family, and anyone who would listen to her for having done so. And boy did I !
This is not so say I don’t have a certain level of sadness because I do. It makes me sad (that) because of the things she did she wasn’t able to get to know the wonderful man I married or to see her grandchildren grow up. She didn’t get to see the woman I became, the one she tried so hard to hold back.
She’s been dead now for 12 years, and memories still play as a continuous loop in my head when I allow them.
Sometimes she comes to me in my dreams but most of the times she comes to me in my nightmares . . Maybe she always will.
Ive long since stopped trying to understand how a mother can do the things she did and to her own flesh and blood. I do however struggle with this at times because as human’s we always want explanations, because in this case there is no explanation that would suffice.
Whatever happens, I think I will always experience a certain level struggle.
The struggle to let it go, and the struggle to forgive.
If you’ve been on social media for more than a minute, you’ve probably noticed some bat-shit crazy people live there among those of us that could, in a pinch, pass for relatively “normal people.”
Some of the craziest people on there are those that are currently pushing the conspiracy theory of QAnon or Qfor short.
Until recently they have pretty much lived u̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶c̶a̶l̶ ̶b̶r̶i̶d̶g̶e̶ radar existing in the shadows. That is until recently when MSM began giving them and their bizarre theories some sort of twisted validity.
These nut bags have claimed some of the crazies things. Some of the crazier ones seems to be driving the crazy train when it comes to some of the seedier, sicker conspiracy theories around Q such as Pizzagate and child sex trafficking.
All of this brings me to one of their latest – JFK Jr faked his own death and is in fact a big ole Trump lover AND is the leader of QAnon.
To this I say “HA!”
JFK Jr., God rest his soul is not alive nor is he the leader of Q, but I know who is . .
Hold on to your socks babies because I’m about to lay a hunk-a hunk-a burning truth down on you. . .
That’s right. Elvis is not only alive and living well down in The Jungle Room – he is the one and ONLY leader of QAnon, which I guess is no longer “anon,” as I’ve let you in on one of the biggest secrets of our time sinceHanger 18, and the Moon landing.
Elvis’ appointment to the leader of the Q was set in motion when then leader, Jim Morrison decided he wanted to retire the position and join past leaders like Amelia Earhart, Houdini, to name a few, on the island of Bermeja.
Elvis was actually sworn in as the new Q in his famous meeting with then President, Richard Nixon in The Oval Office on December 21, 1970.
It was from this moment on that Elvis began his full transition into full power.
Interesting bit of Qtrivia – “MAGA” was originally coined by Elvis, only then it meant “Make (me) A Giant Appetizer.”
Later it would be used by Trump and the meaning changed.
When on July 3, 1971 when it was determined that Elvis was ready to assume full power, Jim simply boarded a plane for retirement.
By the time the news of his unfortunate “death” hit the news he was drinking tropical drinks and trading war stories with those who went before him.
Now the only question remaining is – Who will replace Elvis when he decides to retire?
The world may never know.
Or will we?
In the words of Q formerly know as Elvis, “Thank you. . . Thank you very much.”
I have decided it is time to end our love affair. I want you to know its nothing you did. This one is all on me.
Life for me has changed, and the thrill of what you once brought me is gone. I never thought it would happen, especially to me, but happen, it did. I remain surprised as anyone about this. I tried to deny the way I felt, but in the end I could not.
There was a time I couldn’t wait for you to gently slide into my week. I would wait all week for the feeling you gave me always without fail.
Sure, I may have flirted with the other days, except maybe Sunday, but you knew they mean nothing to me. I merely used them to distract me until the day you came back.
I will always cherish the memories of my love for you, and the many happy days, and nights, we shared, but my continuing to fake it isn’t fair to either of us.
You deserve someone who can love and appreciate you for what you bring them, as I no longer can. I will always love you for the day you are, but there are those out there that can love you for what you can give them . . . the weekend.
I will remain forever yours in my memories and that is where you will live.
“A wise woman once said, “there’s nothing to fear but fear itself… And of course the bogeyman.”
And if you listen to the political pundits, online personalities and “alternative news” there is nothing scarier than the current political climate.
According to them we are on the verge of an apocalypse like the world has never seen.
We are all going to be groveling in the streets fighting squirrels for nuts.
There will be no jobs, healthcare, industry, nothing but a complete collapse of life as we know it.
We are all doomed, and the end is indeed nigh . . . IF we listen to them.
My question is – WHY are we listening to them? Their trade is fear and the pushing of it. The more afraid we are, the more they profit.
News is a money making industry and if it bleeds, it leads. Right now they’re doing their best to make sure it’s hemorrhaging.
To the point – Bob Woodward is currently writing a book titled: Fear Trump in the White House, which is being released on September 11th. – a day that all of us of a certain age lived out in fear and horror.
This my friend is no coincidence. Its strategically playing on all of our fears .. and for a profit.. the profit going to the author.
They use buzzwords like “Nazi, white supremacist, alt left, socialist, alt right” just to name a few.
And to what end? To drive that fear right into our homes and minds.
Ive seen people Ive known for years and people whom I love being driven half crazy by it. They eat, drink and live politics and hate, and no attempts to divert them to another subject is successful. Ive seen it bust up friendships and even tear families apart.
Is the current political landscape bad? Yes, but is it truly as bad as they would lead us to believe?
This country has survived truly hard times before… the Great Depression, The Gas Wars, Assassination of President Kennedy, 911.. just to name a few.. so why is it that we believe we cant or won’t survive now?
It’s because we are being told we wont – and like good little sheeple – we are stupidly believing it.
I too have found myself glued to the television or internet reading all the doom and gloom. Then I made a decision to take back my right to make up my own mind about it all, and STOP allowing others who have their own personal agenda to make it up for me.
This brings me to all of you, dear readers –
I have a challenge to everyone reading this and to everyone I know. . . STOP!
Stop reading everything political. Just for 1 week. Go out into the world and refuse to hear it or talk about it.
Talk about and read positive things.. they are still out there. When the week is over, ask yourself – do I feel better about the current situations? The world as a whole? You don’t have to tell me, or anyone for that matter what you found or how you feel after this week, but I have a feeling it will be a lot better . . . about everything.
I’m not trying to pretend we don’t have problems, but we exacerbate them and the way we approach or live through them by dwelling in the negative.
Let’s stop dwelling in the negative and remember the times we came together as a proud nation and refused to allow our fears to take us over and keep us down.
Why are we afraid?
We are so much better than what we are being fed by the talking heads.
We must remember this, and stop allowing them into brainwashing us in to thinking otherwise.