Reflections from the River

I speak three languages. English is obviously my first and primary, but it turns out I know an awful lot of Spanish and Latin that I’d forgotten. That’s been exciting. All those rrrrrrsssssss I didn’t remember how to roll I can now. 👀 And I went to Latin Mass a lot many years ago as well. Anywho, these days my best time of day is in the morning, because by the afternoon I’m tapped out. But getting a chair will help. 👍🏻 Anyway, using my words verbally is just terrible these days, but in this odd journey, Spanish has been comforting. And it doesn’t make me tired. From classes at HCC to FINALLY getting a BA many years later, there is comfort in that language. Maybe it’s because my mouth is so unsteady. I dunno. I wish Mami from RL were here, or my mi amor. Te amo! ❤️❤️❤️

When I went to Mass today I was tired. But I went. It’s hard for me to stand now, but I got in there and sat in my spot. I felt inspired to stand up for the Gospel reading and Communion. Boy am I on the express train to hotmessville. 🤦🏼‍♀️ But in life you have to stand up sometimes . But always for the word and Jesus. Anyway, that was something else. Boy oh boy. I thought I might fall over. But I stood for that. And then I stood to receive to. But I didn’t fall over.

The rest of the day made me sad. But I stood today. And I’m back in the bed at the Airbnb. 💤

Prayer is a powerful thing indeed. Thanks, Jesus for helping me stand today. Most folks don’t think someone so young would have such a hard time with simple things. Appearances are always deceiving, and you never really know someone until you’ve been in their body, and in their brain.

My mom has always had a pretty good idea though. She wrote a book about me years ago. Clares heart. And suggested that as the name for this blog. But I thought Lisa on the front was perfect! 💁🏼‍♀️