Your Christmas Lighthouse

December 08, 2017 by Dana Andrews

Beautiful Christmas displays lighten my heart as I consider those less fortunate than I. There is just something magical in the shining splendor secured to lamp posts, fence rails, rooflines and of course, trees. The child in me wants to declare, “THIS IS CHRISTMAS TO ME! IT IS FINALLY IN MY HEART!”

Trust me; it wasn’t always.

Like many, I have lived through abuse. It really doesn’t matter what kind of abuse; every kind of assault to our soul leaves lasting remnants. They are imbedded in our soul like shrapnel. We can form scars to cover them, even hide them beneath the sheets of a bed of beauty. But like a grave blanket, they serve as an unlikely metaphor for what really lies beneath. We silently grieve because our reality is that we are spineless, and our past has rendered us unable to advocate for ourselves. We have no bones.

An Empty Plate

November 20, 2017 by Dana Andrews

In 1993 I attended a Psychiatric day program facility on the west coast. I was suicidal. I wondered how I could love my own children when my mother couldn't love me. I wouldn't allow myself to recognize that I adored my children beyond comprehension, because my parents had no feelings for me.

I was a brilliant wreckage. At the program intake, I was told, "But you don't LOOK depressed." My nails were polished, my makeup skillfully applied and my outfit coordinated down to the socks. I was the perfect, intact image on the outside of the puzzle box; on the inside, I was a heap of detached, disjointed puzzle pieces. I succeeded in decorating the exterior of a soul that was decimated and demolished by a mother whose demons went unchecked. She suffered the same fate as I did, yet lacked the insight and inclination to break the cycle. She was the epitome of Borderline Personality Disorder. What a heinous legacy.

Enough

October 23, 2017 by Dana Andrews

I have decided that today is so much more than just a Monday. Today is yesterday’s tomorrow; one more day offering another chance to make a difference for someone, anyone. I have no reason to label this day as anything in particular. It simply IS. Whether it is a Monday or a Sunday, it is still a day- one that can be an instrument of inspiration and change.These opportunities are plentiful enough!

A young adult can impact upon more souls than a person in their nineties, who has lived an ordinary, unremarkable existence. How many days and how many chances do we need to leave this world better than we found it? Do we aim for as many as possible, or “just enough?”

I Was THAT Mom

September 22, 2017 by Dana Andrews in memories

The green summer grass has gone golden with a plentitude of mostly yellow fallen leaves. My flowers have all surrendered to seed. Still, for me, autumn holds a precious promise; I gather the flower remnants the birds have not appropriated. With cautious optimism, I have the expectation my seed stash will bring beauty and joy again next spring through summer.

There is such peace in seeing how a tiny seed can develop into such a pretty posey. Flowers seem to just "know" how to grow, with perfect timing and stunning splendor. I call this process "soul-satiation." Yet another one of nature's generous gifts that deliver year after year.

A Cottage on the Coast

September 02, 2017 by Dana Andrews

I like to write about things in life that bring joy. Moreover, I love to write about things that saturate our souls to overflowing. My husband's parents own a quaint cottage on the coast. To describe it to you would be an easy feat; a little house that has housed our hearts for 40 years. Generations of the Andrews family have spent summers at this rejuvenating respite by the sea.