Stroke Of Luck

After 3 months of stroke rehab, my nonna is finally home!!!

Here's a little story dedicated to nonna:

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day she asked God: "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"God answered: "Among the many Angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.""But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy," said the child."Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your Angel's love and be happy," said God."And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?""Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your Angel will teach you how to speak", answered God."And what am I going to do when I want to talk to You?" asked the child.God said: "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.""I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?" worried the child."Your Angel will defend you even if it means risking its life," assured God."But I will always be sad because I will not see You anymore," sighed the child.God said: "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way for you to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the child - in a hurry - asked softly: "Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my Angel's name?Your Angel's name is of great importance, you will call your Angel "Nonna".

Mwah!

Cory, our Chavah and I decided to escape to Tofino for Valentines. I call it BC's Hawaii.

We spent most of our days strolling Chesterman Beach, collecting rocks and sticks.

Watching waves break, listening to birds sing and sadly, the sound of choppers searching for a lost boy.

The trip was healing. I had a spiritual awakening while storm watching--go figure!

My heart needed a hug, I was ready for the ocean to speak to me.

Observing massive rollers entering the bay, transform into towering waves and crash onto Frank Island (10 feet away), was very humbling.

I couldn't help but think what if the rocks weren't here to protect us, these waves would surely wipe us out!

Even my barnacle baby wanted "uppy mama" after she heard the sounds of the waves slapping against Frank.

My inner child was quite happy to have some company.

While embracing my koala bear and watching Mother Nature meditate for awhile, I heard a little voice whisper to me....Jenny Jenny.....

"You can't stop the natural storms in life". "Let go"

What an a-ha moment for me!

So true. You really can't stop it. You can try to fight nature but it's an up-hill battle.

Pardon the pun.

My rebellious 17.5 year old decided to impulsively move out a month ago today. That's the parallel.

She has chosen to disconnect with the family at the same time. I'd bet Deepak Chopra would disapprove.

And after all these years of being her bumper pads, I feel like we were defying gravity the whole time.

I feel that we can overparent, overprotect, over analyze, but I am convinced that it's nature over nurture.

That being said, I much prefer storm watching in Tofino over Teens!!!!