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On Being Teeta



Oh how my soul does sing…

15 years ago, I was planning a wedding – my 2nd – to a man with kids.

I loved them then because they were his.

Their relationship was fragile.
Difficult at times.
But his kids were the pieces that completed him.

And I loved them for it.

Through their ups and downs, I watched and loved….
As he grew.
As they grew.
As all our hearts grew together into the single beat of family.

We beat as a family parallel…

One of the strengths I admire and treasure most in his kids is their willingness to, alongside their relationships to their mom and previous stepmom, to love me and let me love them.

A family.
A family parallel.

And then came the Grands.
And the heartbeat of our family,
took on a deeper, stronger,  tangible beat.

The kids — his kids I love as deeply and as dearly as my own, not only for who they are to the hubs, for for who they ARE, and who they are to me — have blessed us all with beautiful,  perfect darlings.  They have their Bubbie, their Honey,
…. and they have me.

And so.
Here I am.
A Teeta.
Not a grandma by birth but by a family parallel.

And OH, how my soul does sing.


Woke up this morning with joy on my heart and a smile on my face,

Coasting on a wave of happiness from the birthday love of yesterday.

Then it hit me!  It’s Saint Patrick’s Day!

I started searching for an Irish blessing to share with my friends as a thank-you for the many blessings they shared on the anniversary of my birth, and I was stopped in my tracks!

I love these!!!  Such rhythm!  Such wisdom!  Such…YES!


Oh the places and times I’ve searched for just these words….

The birth of a child, the blessing of a marriage, the start of a day ~ This says it all!


This one, I had heard before — well, at least the first few lines.

But what a wonderful sentiment as one sends a loved one down the road.

I whisper it today for my aunt and grandma as they travel to my grandma’s home just to check and see and breathe the air of her independence.

I sing it out for the Girlchild and her love as they run errands here and there.

I send it to the Hubs, my Mom, the Boychild….all who are making the commute on the roads that have more and more and more distracted drivers.


Yes.  Just yes.  For all of the loved ones, all of the time, for all of the reasons.

But then there’s the one that ended my search….


Oh, this!  It captures the spirit of the Irish as I know and love them (us!) most.

So with this, I will close with my Irish-German-English-with a smidge of Cherokee blessing:

On this day and every day,

may your steps be true,

your heart see joy,

your soul sing at the beauties of the world,

and the splinters never point the wrong way!


Been thinking a lot lately about perspective.
From the big moments in life to the littlest things within a day, perspective truly changes everything.

For example…..

I’ve been a pelican counter my entire life.
A group of pelicans flies by.
I count them.
Every. Single. Time.
It’s just a thing….
My husband knows it.
My kids know it.
My parents know it.
My friends know it.
Pelicans fly by and they are pointed out.
Every. Single. Time.

But that, in itself, is not where perspective comes into play.

Several years ago, it seemed to me that I kept counting odd numbered groups. 3, 5, 11, 27… Always odd.
And so I declared it so!

Since then, of course, I’ve discovered it’s NOT so.
But has that stopped me?
Not a chance!!!

Instead of 6? 3 & 3
Not 14, but 9 & 5
And so it goes….

But it’s not just about the small, simple and silly things.
It’s about EVERY thing.

The ability to see God’s beauty and blessings around me is one of the traits for which I’m most thankful.

Sure, it means I’m prone to stop and stare at a sunset.
Sure, it means I’m often distracted and off task.
Sure, it means that I am perpetually chronologically challenged.

But, my goodness, how my soul does sing!

There are times that the stresses of the world mount up.
Times when my heart positively ACHES with worry.
Times when I’m grumpy and cranky and grouchy and tired.
Times when my eyes are simply cried out….

There are times I let the stressors stop me.
The blinders go up.
The busy-ness of life gets in the way.

And every time that happens, my heart HURTS.
It cries out with a tangible plea….

Please. Stop. Listen. Look.

It’s a physical response to a spiritual need.


And when I do…
When I stop, listen, and look….

Then I know.

All is well.
And if its not well now, it will become well.
There is good in the bad.
Triumph in the tragedy.
Laughter in the tears.
Love in the hurt.

Blessings abound.
But sometimes we must listen closely,
Look deeply,
Breathe in….breathe out….repeat.

We must find the perspective.
For when we do….

Our souls will sing.
And pelicans will still fly in odd numbers.