Sunday, January 30, 2011

stumbling: to discover or meet with accidentally or unexpectedly

you see
I wish to stumble upon my inner wise woman. to be really comfortable with my own self.. sometimes I am.. sometimes I'm not.. I stumble.. and if I fall.. I get up.. and stumble some more..
[not even sure if this is remotely considered stumbling towards ecstasy.. but when I looked up tonight and saw St. Rita.. I knew I had to put her here tonight..why? Patron Saint of impossible cases]
my son has gone home and I am sad.

15 comments:

deb did it said...

WOW! This photo is gorgeous...and of course she is there to help you get up and stumble towards your own ecstasy!

Lisa said...

I am so happy to see you here. I haven't been blogging much and depend on facebook to keep me connected. I couldn't find you at all there and have spent the last hour or so looking for you. Here you are. Whew. Love you. ♥

Debra She Who Seeks said...

That's all any of us can do, really, isn't it -- stumble on.

laoi gaul~williams /I\ said...

Robyn, to me you always come across as being totally comfortable with your own self~i am sure we all have times when we stumble and feel unsure, its all part of our never ending cycle :)

Janet said...

I hope you don't think of yourself as an impossible case! We all stumble and fall. It's the wise ones who get up and keep trying....so you're already wise. You just have to recognize that.

turquoise cro said...

Awww! I am sorry to hear YOU are sad! I will pray for YOU tonight! Maybe YOU will have sweet dreams of your son!! St. Rita is my kind of saint!

Winterwood said...

I didnt now Rita was the saint of impossible cases, thanks for that info!

Fran aka Redondowriter said...

I didn't know about St. Rita either, but I hope you shift your thinking to "difficult" vs. impossible. I'm like you, however; sometimes I just want to sleep and escape the hard stuff. But, like all of who post here, we just keep stumbling along. Such a beautiful saint's picture.

Fire Byrd said...

You may be sad, and who isn't when their grown up children go away again. BUT you can sigh with relief as his life is so much better than this time last year, and that can only make you smile.
As for St Rita,may she should be the saint of blogs now as we all stumble from good to bad days and back again. And all written about here!
xx

Monique Elisabeth said...

Do you mind if I stumble together with you ??

Hugs
Monique aka Moncha

Laurie Beth Zuckerman said...

I love these sentiments about being really comfortable with yourself. I so rarely am, although I try.

Pam said...

Oh darlin', never mind. Our sadness is in equal measure to our joy. Two sides to the coin. I wish your son every happiness. We feel so much for those we love...and please put me down as a stumble chum too!xxxx

Beatnheart said...

I love that picture of St. Rita! ups and downs downs and ups. Onward we move. I think the highs are better now and the lows last just for a brief time.. listen to some great music to pull you up and out of the black moments....makes life worth livin.

amelia said...

Oh how I feel for you. I cry every time my kids leave. Especially my little grandchildren because I know I won't see them for months.
I know of no way to deal with the sadness except to stay as busy as possible.
xoxox

Annie said...

Perfect protector for your son. Life with brighten. Love, Annie.

"She seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if she had surprised a butterfly in the Winter woods"
(edith wharton)