A little over a month ago, my Momma Aleene suffered a stroke. We’re blessed that she was still able to talk but it left her unable to walk. At her request, we brought her home the next day and she has been under the wonderful care of our long-time caregiver Maggie and the beautiful home-hospice team from Livingston in Ventura.
This has definitely been a roller-coaster for us as each day brings a new challenge. With several small after-strokes, Momma’s Alzheimers came on with a vengeance and all I can say is #alzheimerssucks. That. Is. All.
With Momma now homebound, my visits to the Weekend Farmgirl ranch have certainly taken on a new meaning for me. My quiet time by the lake is now filled with more prayerful time. What is so beautiful about this space on the ranch is that you can be alone with your thoughts. Totally. Alone. It’s a peacefulness that we so easily forget in our busy workweeks.
I am grateful for the silence of this sacred space and grateful for my Momma.
Can you hear that? Yeah. Me neither. The quiet at the lake is deafening. When the wind blows, the pines sing and if I get too close, the coots scurry away. Today, I find solace in the silence, the deep blue sky replenishes me and the warmth of the glowing sun fills my soul.