i. before my mom passed away her winter spent on the couch in the time before hospice afternoon she'd lay on the couch i'd get dinner on to pandora listen to her humming along to music from back in her day one afternoon easy like sunday morning her hands dancing always loved my mom's hands she sang along easy like sunday morning i wanted her to feel as she ended her life but that song all about what gets in the way of us feeling easy free why in the world would anybody put chains on me lionel talking break-up but these chains and breaking free part of all relationships especially that relationship with ourselves feeling free easy within hardest thing to do i wanted freedom + easy for my mom before she passed to rest her mind in preparation for the rest from this life awaiting her ii. sundays mornings always special growing up our time to get free head out into the woods up north or the rolling hills in the country to be outside free from chains from our family my mom gave me that taste of freedom so i'd remember it always yearn for it even if life seemed to hold me back exactly from that freedom iii. i heard her say to me about a year after she passed it's dead, all of it drop it let it go all of it my childhood. the way it went down between us before she died. her breathing. the way she looked working hard to transition. numbness of mourning. knowing she's right let it go we even watched frozen that winter yet letting go hard to do from this side of life of course it's dead for you, mom you're dead no chains that bind from that life there me still here in the struggle to be free within while still in my life but i hear you i get it mama don't let it live on in me like that so i change it into something else prettier easier to make the world a better place easy like sunday morning free iv. life everyday maintaining freedom taste memory of freedom sustains us from within like driving through the woods on a sunday morning easy like sunday morning
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mary kate rinko
11/22/2015 09:36:38 am
Damn it, Megan!! Thoughts of your mother still make me cry. I loved that thing about your mother you wrote11i/15/15.mary kate rinko
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Hi friends, I write from the heart to tell my life story, and the story of those in my neighborhood called life. Research shows that our children's emotional & mental health is contingent upon us parents being able to tell our life story, or "coherent narrative." This is my coherent narrative, my life story in the making, with some of what I love in life too. My goal is to share my life in a way that is real, uplifting & positive- sometimes serious, sometimes fun. In my practice, I inspire parents to empowerment through reclaiming our life stories and learning respectful discipline. My work is my offering to our children- our future. Wishing you all a happy family! Archives
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