It begins again...

31 years, and I am right back where I started 12 years ago.   Deep in mourning, suffering, and trying to figure out what path I should be on. Maybe at least this time I  have a fresh start, and can do things right.  At least I am already married to a good honest man...  At least I am semi-settled in a place I  call home, a Wanderer though I may be...

So much has been lost in translation, so much was left to chance.  No more.  Now I will stand up, and though I am weak, still I will stand.  I am Morria, the strong woman in the midst of bitter sorrows.  I am and will for ever now seek to be ME....  not what people want me to be, not what I THINK others expect or want me to be, just me.

~ Morria

Motherless Mother's Day

Mother's Day is here again, and for the first time ever, my dear "Merami" is not here with me.  LOL, for those who knew us well, you know we never did see eye to eye on many issue, but we still had a deep reckless love for eachother.   She was the one who put wings to my dreams, but also taught me to see where the ground was to land, without crashing... Not that I am great about the not crashing part.

She could see all my flaws and still see the strong woman beneath.  She could see the wild, untamed spirit, the recklessness, and the dreamer, and found a way for me to harness them and become both a woman, missionary, and a gypsy.  For years I did not see how she was helping me do it, but know grown and over 30, I see it.  Thusly, this first year without her for Mother's Day is very hard.  So much I wish I could tell her...

While I will always miss her greatly, I will always know the woman I am today is largely in part to her.    Thanks, Merami!

~ Morria