Journal Entry July 21, 2015 Part four of how Morning Pages(my journal)helped me process through a change.
I want to ask but I don’t want to know or rather, I’m afraid to know the answer. Are they or are they not moving away? I don’t know. To me no news is good news?!? I feel like I’ve been through this before. Gut aches and tears, right there waiting for those words.
Instead, the text yesterday was “Our 12 week appointment went great. All is well. Heartbeat 155. J still think’s it’s a girl. I think it’s a boy.” And I’m happy for them and I want to distance myself from falling in love again.
My day with my grandson was wonderful, as usual. He grew over the weekend. Now he walks to the refrigerator and says “Milk”. We spent the day doing little things; going to the construction site, watching a excavator dig a big hole, then swinging at the swing park.
He sat in the swing so long that I thought he was ready to sleep. So, I encouraged him to stop (“10 more pushes and then we’re going to stop.”) so we could actually get home for his nap. The ride home woke him up enough that we had time for some lunch and the read several books before his nap.
While he napped, I worked on a video of this past weekend. I had uploaded a song hoping it would be allowed. The words were perfect.
by Bob Seger
I’ve seen the top, I’ve seen the view
Lately, I find, not much is new.
And there’s always a hill out there beyond
Where I could be, where I belong.
Some always take, some have to win.
They leave you with scars, again and again
As they reach for the sky, only to fall,
They never change. I’ve seen them all.
Let the rivers run, like they always do
It’s not up to me. It’s not up to you.
When we reach the end, when our time is done
Let us all be still while the river runs.
Let the rivers run from the great divide.
I’ll stay with you . I’ll be by your side.
When we reach the end, when the words are done,
Let us listen well, while the rivers run.
It’s a beautiful , truthfully peaceful song and I couldn’t use it in the video. Copyright infringement. So it’s written here as the message that came to me as I was trying to enjoy the beauty of the weekend that was so hard.
When my daughter and her family move, I will go sit by that river. I will listen, well, to the messages that flow off the surface of the water.
But for today, I will go back and enjoy that little boy who is growing right before my eyes, and I will “let the river run, as they always do. It’s not up to me. It’s not up to you.