My Friend Music

Lately, lying or living in fear, I have forgotten who I am and what I love to do. Today, it has come back to me alittle. When I took my first aerobic walk in so long I was rejuvinated. As I stretched out my tight muscles it came to me. I was missing my friend music. I jumped up, plugged in the head phones, and it poured into my soul like fuel. Tried to lay down for a rest and found myself on my feet dancing. Music, my friend has never dropped me nor failed to be here for me. It feeds my body, mind and spirit. It lead to an exceptional variety of dance. I was club dancing which is fast and furious. Then, I was soul dancing which is smoothly singable and ballet dancing motivating my mind, all feed my soul from the music. My friend music reminded me that I love to write while I listen. So, here I am alot more myself after writing this blog. Its called propricreative writing I learned years ago. Inspirational, I thrive on it.

Grandmother Philamena Maselli

There was a day I would think of breast cancer and see my Grandmother. Philamena Maselli had breast cancer and when it traveled to here lung she was 54. I was a child who adored her grandmother. She did not want us to see her suffering. My mother and father would fill us in on her health and until her dealth we 4 grandchildren were forbidden to see her suffering. It felt cruel. I wanted to hold Grandma Fannies hand and have not ever stopped.
Today. I see breast cancer through new eyes. I suffer and I now know that my grandmother was so wise. Suffering should be done privately away from children. Breast Cancer is different. I saw the $2 million Victoria Secret bra today and I am still weeping. I am suffering. I have been a warrior, yet, the war haunts me still. I am falling apart again. I do not want my children to see my suffering. And, I understand my Grandmother Philamena Maselli for after the cancer is gone the war is not over.

Today

Today is a day, the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad...