When I was a Little Girl

When I was a little girl growing up in Mississippi, I used to wonder why my grandmother got up so early.  It would still be dark, but she would be in her room listening to church music, starting her Sunday dinner or just laying in bed, while humming a song she recently heard.  I admired my grandmother she was a tall skinny woman that bore eight children and still had her figure.  She was always filled with words of wisdom and she loved everyone.

I remember when I fell off my grandmother's porch and cut my eye, she placed a piece of cold meat over my eye to stop the swelling,  no doctor needed.   She would cook the best peach cobbler with peaches right out of her backyard.   She would even take out the pressing comb and do her hair right there in the kitchen.  So many skills, so many talents, things that came naturally to her.  She would tell me things like get your education, put God first and boys will always be there, so save them for later.  I never knew the kind of life she had before I became her grandchild.  I often wonder what her childhood was like and where she came from.  I didn't get a chance to ask about those things before she passed on to heaven.  I can only wonder what those early mornings meant to her.

Here I am a lot older and a little wiser and I too have learned to appreciate the early morning hours. It is when I spend most of my time writing and connecting to what is naturally mine.  It is when the earth is the most quiet, while the world is fully awake. The moon is still shining in her full delight and I am enjoying the pureness of this moment. for it is mine.  It is my time to reflect and to meditate.  It's a chance for me to look at my girls sleeping, dreaming and praying for their future.  I cry sometimes, just so my tears can carry whatever load I am carrying from my body.   It is my time to be thankful and appreciate this journey.  My life is changing in so many ways, events in my life had to be this way in order for me to appreciate whats to come. There is always sun at the end and at the end there is a new begining.  Believe that each day things will get better.

I believe when my grandmother had those sacred times in the morning, she was expressing her gratitude for whatever it was that made her happy.  She was living in her moment that she shared with God.  We must all have those moments.  Revisit moments that made you the most happy and bring that feeling to your current situation.  The past is the past, it is gone, it can never be relived.  Step into what is yours now with gratitude and love and watch how life changes.

PeaCe and LoVe,

LLW