My daughters used to tell me I was naive because I was admittedly surprised by stories of blatant racism. Now, they are seen and heard everywhere on television and social media. I still don’t understand how it could even be going on in this day and age. But here we are – this country is at war.
I was first introduced to essential oils when Joe was in the hospital with leukemia. They had massage therapists that worked the room where the kids got their chemo. These women would ask how he was feeling or what he was experiencing and massage him with the appropriate oils.
I pray for the time this will all end, but while that is not going to happen any time soon, I have new hope for the world in which we are living. I have to believe it will be better! Today, I don’t want to write about the reality we are living in, I want to talk about hope and change.
I would like to pay homage to Dr. King and write my own speech about a dream … my dream. One that I hope and pray will come true before I die. A speech that will only be heard by me reading it aloud. A dream I want to share with you, my children, grandchildren, and the world.
Since November 7th there have been a dozen incidents involving racism on or around the Syracuse University campus. The acts have been directed towards the African-American, Asian, and the Jewish population.
I woke up at 6:30 am from an amazing dream. It was beautiful and I was grateful, but still, I cried. I had dreamt of my friend, Teri who passed away last September. This isn’t the first time I have heard from her.
Being a mom doesn’t end when your kids get out of the house – it never ends. So without further ado, a story on where my kids are today, what I am grateful for, why I pray and some random thoughts that pop into my head as I try to find my peace.