2023 into 2024

All the best to you as 2023 slides into 2024. I hope the past year has been good to you and for you. I hope you are looking forward to the new year with a fresh perspective and cultivate the goodness in place and start new and improved ways of traversing through the days and seasons ahead. I hope you have peace or find it if it currently eludes you. Your peace is as close as your own heartbeat, hold on to your humanity, humility and most valuable essence, your very being and presence is important and necessary. This comes from someone who has lost the freedom that peace of mind affords and thankfully found it.

We have it in us to calm ourselves and just be our simple yet meaningful selves, perfectly flawed, perfectly imperfect and strive everyday to be better and aware of the many blessings that abound and can hardly wait to meet us right where we are.

May peace and love, joy and kindness be yours.  💜

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Butterfly

Did that white butterfly make a sound or is it my imagination? It did not sound like one would imagine a butterfly sounds.  It was a clack in two or three quick beats not a delicate fluid melodic sound. It happened lightening fast right in front of me in harmony with the natural surrounding. Life like chirping birds broadcast their news of the moment as the rustling trees sway mightily in a meloncholy way that remind me of gentle ocean waves. The bouncing butterfly flutters and bounces toward the sprawling marigolds near the stirring dog, Jax who stretches and scratches his back across a peice of carpet. Meanwhile the wind chime chimes gently. 

The daily meditation reading reminds me to orbit around the sun in simple peace, keeping my head and heart and eye on the super natural Holy Spirit, on things above and in all that transcend the limitations of the world. 

With faith, courage and confidence in the power of prayer and hope in the Grace and glory of God, the creator, author and finisher of life and all things we are not aware of, I go. 🦋

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Birthdays

Happy Birthday's are a tricky thing. Since Mark signed-off in 1994 his absence is ironically larger than life even though you learn to cope with and more or less manage grief. The void is a constant squatters matter of the heart with no intention of ever vacating the spartan empty space. 

The memories are vivid and prompt sentimental and forlorn feelings. You are missed more than we can say Mark, yet you always seem to be around. You and I still share a birthday I have not doubt, it is just very noticeable that you are not physically here especially in September.

As Mom would say; "K.I.T! (keep in touch). 🕊

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Shift

Shifting from one month to the next as the seasons change people change, the mood, the mind and body as the world spins on it's own axis. We are challenged with the on-going task of going with the flow, adapting and modifying in accordance with the changes ready or not. Here's to birthday's and transitions into other wordly places. To matters of the heart that keep us going and motivated to bring our best to life with love and respect at the epicenter of it all regardless of the time or season.  

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Justice

Justice for all, if only life were fair and just for everyone in all corners of the world. What a gentler world where people are happier and healthier, more inclined to be gentler to one another and even the environment would be treated more carefully with the respect that people and the earth deserves and owes to itself. 

The energy of the world would shift as humankind beleives in our preciousnous and the importance of fairness and equality with a strong sense and appreciation for the delicate nature of our very existence.

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Summer Time

So many memories of Summers growing-up with Mark. The long hot dog-day afternoons

hanging around the house. Cereral and toast in the morning, chores, board games, cards or Wahoo, like Chinese Checkers maybe starting supper or tending to some miscellanious task for Mom  before she got home from work. The evenings after supper included playing catch or baseball in the street or a badminton tournament at the neighbors house across the street. 

   The times we spent talking, aguing, laughing, daydreaming about the future and the what if's. The quiet mornings that turned to busy afternoons planning and going to J Gym or The YMCA to swim, lining-up money, tickets and ride to and from the Duke's baseball games The simple days we knew would not last forever but wished they did. The first dreaded signs of summers end when the first back-to-school advertisements started surfacing. Summers were bridges from the end of a school to the next year and we couldn't get enough of them. Some of my fondest memories include long hot Summer day's with a side-kick near-by.

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Time

One month runs it's course as another one waits in the wings for it's annual appearence. May iss filled with ups and downs, great success and dissapointment. Each day blends into the next no matter how easy or challenging the transition from one day to the next transpires. Everyday is full of new possibilities, new opportunities to change or improve upon something. 

We hope all goes well as the days roll along one week then another as we look at the calendar astonished at the rapid pace our our times. We look up and it is a new month the former days turned into weeks now another month proceeds according to what we know as time and space in accordance with the prescribed and spontanious sequence of events. People rely on time for tracking what happens, when, how and with whom. All of it appropriated in an organized, manageable system while full of the unforseen and surprises. 

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The Talk of The Cosmos

(Original Author Unknown)

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God Speed

The image is powerful, familiar and comforting. Tucked away in the rolling hills and winding roads the vision alone inspires one to slow down the mind from constant chatter of inconsequential thoughts. Fretting and worrying about what was and what might be come to a screeching halt when flood lights shine on the modest chapel that nurtures many lost and wandering souls.

The faithful come from near and far seeking something beyond this earthly plain. What is found is something larger than the limited view of things. The answers are often found in the very question itself when the realizaiton of what we know is a better path. A brigthter and better way presents itself on the forefront and no longer banished to the back burner or secondary thought processes. We can breathe and come up for air again dust ourselves and perhaps help someone else with respect to doing the right thing at the right time at God's speed to be and feel cleansed and washed over by the healing mghty powers found in faith, hope and compassion.

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Mom's Six Pack

Marian "Sparky", Ipiotis 

August 28, 1925 ~ January 30, 2023

Your six pack now five since 1994 when Mark took up residence in Heaven.

This photo show's Mark making his case about God know's what. Something cleaver and funny not his full-on brand of hilarity still by the reaction,he did receive an appropriate response per the good humor and silly commentary, on the occasion of celebrating mother's 65th birthday. 

Next to Mark appreciating brother's wit, big sis, Sophie, then the birthday girl then eldest child and oldest sibling, Gary. Other big sister, Marcie then Chris sitting in between Marcie and me. Mother lived another 25 years to the great age of 90. She had a good run until she didn't but she was able to live out her day's at home, as comfortably as we could keep her. She passed away peacefully closing her tired eyes after singing a little song and praying a little prayer. She was ready for her flight to Heaven.

 

Mark would be 65 this year Sept.22-23. WoW. I am 65. Insert wide-eyed emoji here. Most of our lives have been lived out. Your life ran it's physical course way to soon for us to completely understand. The love remains.

We love you Mom and Mark. ♥

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