Today and tomorrow will be spent writing about women. Two specific women. Since tomorrow is a rather special day for the girls of Hogwarts (it celebrates the women who gave us life), I'll save my long list of why The Management is the most wonderful lady in the world for then. Today I am attempting to sing the praises of a woman known to me only as Ms. Moon.
When I first started this little site of mine (about seven months ago, I think), I came across a blog called Bless Our Hearts. I started reading...and read....and read...and I almost didn't stop. This woman, this writer, this blesser of hearts writes TWICE A DAY. I would love to get to the point where I had something wonderful to say even ONCE each day.
And the things Ms. Moon says are, indeed, wonderful. One day she is funny, the next serious; some days are spent blogging about her chickens, others about days gone by. And you know what? No matter what it is she feels like writing, when I read I am brought into that little Florida town and all of the sudden I am feeding those chickens and playing with that adorable little grandbaby of hers and I am looking at the human mind and asking Why? about so many things.
And yes, sometimes I cry.
Ms. Moon makes you think.
This woman is something else entirely. She is one of those people that I would love to sit down with, have tea or coffee or whatever, and just talk. Talk with her forever about the darndest things.
The funny thing is, I don't think she knows how cool she is. Oh well, the rest of us know.
So thanks, Ms. Moon, if you're reading this, for sharing so much of your life with us. Bless YOUR heart, my dear.
I love Ms. Moon too. I wish I could have her as a neighbour.
ReplyDeleteI read your note about Seasonal Affective Disorder. I live in the Pacific Northwest where we only have 8 hours of daylight some days and even then the days are so dark. A light helps. I encourage you to look into them and see if one will help you. ;-)
Thank you. I do have a light, and it definitely does help with the darkness issue. But there's something about the cold that just makes makes me want to curl up into some little hole until winter is all over. Sounds like I should have been born as some sort of hibernating creature.
ReplyDeleteOh, MurrBeth. You sweet, sweet thing. I don't even know how to say thank-you for this. To think that what I write means something to people- to YOU- well. I can't even begin to tell you how that makes me feel.
ReplyDeleteBut thank-you. I mean it.
Love...Mary
You are more than welcome, dear Ms. Moon. I blow you many kisses and send you much love. Say hello to those chickens for me.
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ReplyDeleteMoon rawks. She saved my life. She helped me birth a baby.
Murr rawks. She reflects a soul that I hold dear. She is nice to my kid.
Moon - you are touching another life...AGAIN! How do you keep doing that??
Murr - keep reading her blog. she is the wisest of wise and the fiercest of fierce.
AND SOMEDAY WE ARE GOING TO BE TOGETHER - (at Moon's house, naturally) Big Funny Kid misses her and I do too. Maybe we should scheme of a journey.....a journey to the Moon.
FG- you are also wise and fierce. I love you and your lovely soul and your kid and your giant shedding dog. You rawk.
ReplyDeleteThank you to all the wonderful women and WRITERS that are influencing my kid.
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