Maman left today. Will there ever come a time when it’s not heart breaking to see her go? Or maybe I just need to find a better way of dealing with it.

On the other hand, I’m so very thankful that I have a Mama that I feel this much love for, sharing such a strong and close relationship. Lucky lucky moi.

There is much to look forward to and I know there’s no reason for sadness — she’ll be back in a month, and with time in super stealth quick mode — that’ll be here in the equivalent of what feels like five days.

Late this afternoon, post {Maman} departure, I took Murph out for a walk. Movement is my answer for any distressed emotional state I find myself in. Plus it’s Sunday. Sunday always get me, in the way only Sunday’s can.

That way that says, “tomorrow you have to get your ass up ridiculously early and do responsible adult things.” Such a damn buzz kill.

I swear I’ve never been in better shape than all the times The BF and I broke up {yes, that was times — with an “s” — more to come on those}. Because all I would do was work out. It was the only thing that calmed and quieted my mind and the frantic unease inside.

Straight up {wtf – where did that come from? Hello, Paula Abdul} there were days I walked B four times, dragging Brother along with me, only to talk the whole time about The BF. Not sure how Brother put up with me. Bless him for listening to my drama. I should say some Hail Mary’s for him. But I’m not Catholic. Oh, well. I still can anyway, right? Wait. Do people say Hail Mary’s for blessing purposes? I’m assuming all requests of the blessing kind will be heard and let’s hope, granted, too.

As Murphy and I were falling into a good walking rhythm, I happened to look up at a tree that I’ve passed hundreds of times, yet had never truly actually looked at.

I was blown away by its beauty and grandeur. Just check those branches! Don’t they look like dandelions?  I was staring up at this tree long enough for my neck to start hurting and a neighbor to come out and ask if there was a problem.

Of course I was all, “um, what problem would that be?” — as though people who stop and stare at trees is a perfectly normal thing that happens all the time.

I decided this tree will be my Tree Of Life. My own little representation of the majestic nature of all living beings. Of our own undeniable connection that becomes woven together through our roots and branches.

And here it’s been the whole time. Just waiting for me to finally see it. Amazing what awaits when we are ready to look.