Sleeping with bread...

Of all the tunes, of all the days.....

It's lovely.

I want to remember this one.
Before I moved to this little town I lived and worked in another little town.  And when I was there, newly divorced, alone and without children...trying to get my feet back under me, I found a church that I went to on a weekly basis.  It's where I came to know this tune.  It came from a time when  I, again, wrapped myself in trying to solidify my relationship with the G-d of my understanding....not the G-d that was shoved down my throat as a child.

WPIML had visited me in treatment and helped me come to know where I was stuck...what was getting in the way of me having a SANE life, a life with peace and serenity...  He helped me come to understand that I wasn't the sum total of all the roles that had been stripped away from me.  I wasn't a mom, a wife, a daughter, a friend of so and so... not a therapist, not a family therapist, not a psychologist or a clinician or counselor .....those were roles, those were not my identity.  I AM those things....I DID those things.
I'd put my worth and value into BEING those THINGS.
And those THINGS had been stripped away for a reason.

He visited me in treatment.
Not my stepmother.
Not my husband.
Not my children who were at the mercy of their father to bring them...
Not my friends.
Not my coworkers.

He died shortly after I moved to that other small town.
But the lessons he helped me learn have not.
His wife told me he lived just long enough.

She's right.

Sometimes things just pop into my head.
I used to think it was willy-nilly, for no reason.
Today I know.

If I stop and really listen and LOOK, I know.

I'm going to hum this one all day long.....