For a woman (me) who had released so much of the material world when I backpacked and hitchhiked for four years, I was faced with reacquainting myself with “stuff.” Actually, as far as the backyard goes, I originally thought to just “nice” it up a bit...making it presentable to outsiders. But the dream has grown...taking on a life of its own. Between family and friends, the “yard” is acquiring the look of a miniature Disneyland. I can probably recoup some of the monies that went into its emergence, by selling tickets to see it after the wedding.

At the same time, a wonderful being from my past has come back into my life...with his stuff. The relationship is developing beautifully as we work through the bumps and grinds of any good coming together. And one of the most interesting “bumps” is the joining of a “sparse-nic” (one who takes pride in her detachment to things) to a sentimental being who warmly shows me stuff that used to belong to various aunts, uncles, parents, grandparents, cousins...and much art work from his now grown children. Part of me is in awe. For, I too, have had the stuff of others, packed with its memories...

I find it extremely interesting that life is full of circles...about the time we feel comfortable with our decisions––almost prideful of them––we are confronted with them in another loop of this ever continuing spiral. They come to us in a different form, but still close enough that we get to re-evaluate how previously formed choices, continually need to be worked with, groomed and allowed to morph into whatever is being presented to us.

There is an article in The Messenger this month about Gandhi...and how he says we must hold onto our truths, working with them until they develop into TRUTH...so our small “t’ truths keep developing and maturing, if we allow them to. If we do not grasp them tightly in either fear or pride...but hold them lightly...expecting them to take on new dimensions.

My daughter, Donna, has taught me much as her day nears...she holds a peace about her, knowing that whatever happens, the wedding will be...changes may happen on the perimeters, but the essence of the wedding––she and Ken––is strong and will hold all else together.

She is a good teacher, this woman-child I have helped to raise. I take her ideas in and apply them to my own life and to my developing relationship and watch as both grow.

Blessings to you on your special day, sweet woman, who has transformed into my friend. I feel so blessed to have you in my life and to be a part of yours. You are worth it all...I love you, Mom.

Love & Blessings,
Joann Turner

Address: P.O. Box 1971 • Glendora, CA 91740