Super Stars

Do you know what it is like being on the edge? When you are carrying a suitcase that is too heavy. You just keep adding baggage anyway. Never relieving yourself of the load, somehow you think you need all this stuff. Even though you know you cannot carry it all. You try to anyway. You are strong and you know it. You will make it. But it seems you have to stop more and more. The load is becoming unmanageable. The more you stop and rest, the more you wonder how you will make it to the end. You start to weigh what you are actually carrying and why. What you have offered to carry for others. Being on the edge is being forced to wake up, to realize, to decide. It is the threshold of your control. Do you relinquish it? Do you take ownership? The fear of responsibility is great, intimidating, but empowering at the same time. It gives you strength and joy. Colors are brighter, smells...that much more comforting, you remember what hunger feels like. If everyone could just enjoy how things are, be concerned about others, but not overly so. There is a middle ground. We do need to depend on others. There is no greater comfort knowing you have that support. I am not sure I could be satisfied that I could express the gratitude I have for my supporters. Do they know they are a permanent fixture in my life, my memory, and my story? Without them, and there are more than just a few, no matter how little of an influence they may have made, whether they know it or not. I would not be this kaleidoscope of passion. When I have thought that I was not capable, doubted my emotions and strength. They have jumped in and substituted my doubts with sure fire support and confidence. At that moment they became part of me. I have told some, expressed as best as I could at the time. I have such a soft spot, a fondness that brings me such joy, for each of these people. I swell with warmth at the thought; the time, care and genuine tenderness that they provided. Unconditional, selfless support. I was vulnerable but had no choice, I needed someone. These individuals opened up themselves and let me in. But do they realize they have hung their impressions, their beautiful artwork on my wall in my home? There is no amount of currency that could be exchanged for such a gift. I hope you all are as lucky as I have been to have so much caring and love in my life. Moments like these, if you squeezed me, I would ooze sappy, gaggingly sweet joy!

So many to list in all these stages of my life....