Wondering about my Wanderings

lobster

Today was a lesson in eating. I was more tired than usual for some reason. It was time to go. There is something cryptic about that moment. How do I know internally when it's time to go anywhere, even in a more profound life and death sense. I got up to partake of whatever feast lie ahead.

I got to see my dad's brother AFTER picking up my brother Kurt. It was a great visit. Nothing fills me with more joy than listening to family tales. I got to know more about my grandfather who came from Sweden. I finally understood better who I was by knowing his brothers and sisters. I then went to the iconic dump. My uncle George had been going ever since I was a child. It was my first time. It was in a manner of speaking a place to redeem/swap treasure. In a spiritual sense there was a reminder that in GOD's eyes eyes we are all
Worthy of redemption.

Eating lobster was the highlight!! There was the joy of anticipation in being with those I loved as I ate what I loved. It was like being in heaven. A tear snuck into my eye when I saw MOM watching. Due to health issues she could not EAT as we did. Yet there SHE was with a big grin as she wrote on her boogie board. Damned if she would let that devil steal her joy. Heaven could wait. All this I pondered as I felt yellow butter dripping over lobster into my empty and waiting mouth. Amazing Grace!!!!