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The Miracle….

It is a Saturday and my coffee is strong; it always is with my trusty little French press.   I have already been out to the back-40 to feed the 17 chicken’s, we don’t have time for all their names right now but the youngest is named Hope.  She is a Black Copper Maran that will produce the most beautiful chocolate eggs when she is ready.  Hope’s name derived from the fact that she was the only survivor of a shipment of 6 little chicks; she could be called nothing else.   Hope more than likely will be the last little chick I add to my flock for a few years as well, maybe.  You never know what happens in this thing called life; I try my best to stay in the moment, enjoy it all, and take it in stride.  No matter what.

There is this little saying that goes around in the circle that I run in, it is a rather large circle by the way, it is- “don’t leave before the miracle happens.”  Well it took me a long time to figure that one out for myself, but I did finally get it.   What I have found through that process was that I was indeed, “the miracle.”  All the things that happen in my life are the miracles and blessings that I get to enjoy.  I do enjoy them all, even the not so fun moments that I get to learn and grow from.  I might not exactly enjoy them in that moment, but I have learned so much from them; enough to now appreciate them as they come as opportunities to grow from in that moment.  Kind of an epiphany.

My latest little miracle happened a little more than a week ago, very few people know, you know.  In an instant my little life changed, just a bit.  My eldest daughter Marina, who is just 25, showed up on my couch sleeping-alone.  That alone part was the tough part.  You see, Marina is a mother of two.  She has a seriously stable life, career, family, and she had even moved away, with him, and taken my little grandbabies to another town for an opportunity to grow in her chosen field.  Just a bit more about Marina and I, she was removed from my life along with her brothers and sisters in 1999, with good reason for just over 10 long years.  I truly had no clue how much time had passed, that is the life that I had chose and those choices would lead me down a path that I almost didn’t survive.  I did though, I would come up a few times for air, into that circle I spoke of; but I would make the choice to leave a few times before I stayed.

That little saying, “don’t leave before the miracle happens,” I never got it before.  Probably because I just fooled around in that circle and I wasn’t ready-yet.  However, that last shot of air I had proved to be what I needed.  Things were happening in my life and in my children’s lives that I had no clue of at the time; I believe it was a Divine Intervention that brought me back.  I had left that circle again, one more time.  Well my daughter had heard I was alive and heard where I was, she thought.  So Marina, at the young age of 16 ran away to the last place she knew where her mother might be.  She was wrong, I had made the choice to go away again; I was long gone already in so many ways.  I left before the miracle had happened, my child finding me; clean.  That was the miracle-I missed it that time.

Marina on my couch a few weeks ago, that is my miracle today.  She has always had a key, but never really used it; in fact always said she couldn’t find it.  What has transpired over the past week is I am a part- time, full- time grandma again.  She went back and got her babies.  I was able to share with her what it might be like if she didn’t; she was never going to leave them, she is not like I was.  My home is full and my daughter is under my roof for now.  Marina hasn’t been under my roof since she was 6 years old.  I have all three of my daughters in my home, I really just realized that as I typed out these words, I also have two grandsons who have electronics glued to their little hands.  We will work on that part soon enough.  We also have an air mattress, food, and lots of love; thankfully we have two bathrooms too.

The gifts I get around here, that circle I run in, are immeasurable.  The tears of absolute joy and gratitude that fall from my face daily I just can’t describe, they are falling now.  I don’t know how long Marina will be here?  I am just a stop on her journey and ever so grateful that this time when she came looking for me  I was there; in my home waiting for her with no judgments, just love.   The fact that I am here for her now; that is the miracle.  That is my miracle.   I will stay on this journey that I am on, no matter what.  I once pulled a little strip of paper out of a bag that was chosen just for me and that was, “Divine Wisdom Guides You.”  I believe that, so I will just keep going down the road on the path that I am on.

The Chicken Lady

Anthony

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The Watering Can….

It is a Sunday and I am currently staring at a few different situations unfolding in my life while I sip on my coffee watching the  two dogs watch me from the yard, anxious to be released into the back forty where they can run wild and chase the chicken’s.  I make a pretty mean cup of coffee by the way with my little French press, however that is not the topic for the moment.  Actually it could be, I have so much that has been floating around in my head that I have wanted to put down on paper; I just haven’t had the time.  I have started a blog, I am a blogger or is it bloggess?  I do like the sound of bloggess.  For whatever reason, possibly my need and strive for perfection, I have not posted anything much as of yet due to the fact that I want to capture my previous writings and chronicle them in order.  That bit of perfectionism that has been creeping out is proving to cause a hindrance to my creative process since I have been writing for a few years now and only started to save those writings in a designated location last year.  So I have decided just to write,  write, write, and will probably write something later to describe why everything is written out-of-order.  As if someone will take the time to read my silly ramblings.

On to the watering can.  Imagine if you will a young girl obsessed with a watering can; and then just kick that up a notch.  Irene, my youngest child that I have had the privilege of raising is Autistic; what that means is she is just like you and I.  Only better.  Irene over the past few years has been collecting watering cans; it has only been recently that I have noticed.  I can see two in the back yard now as I type, one on my kitchen floor, I know she has at least two in her room and countless others under the sink and in the garage. Often times when we are at the store, whether it be a traditional store or a thrift, she gravitates to the watering cans.  I always note as she walks up to me holding yet another can, how many we have at home.  Sometimes I let her get the can and sometimes I don’t.

Autistic children often have some habits that make them unique, I am not sure if she will take this into adulthood.  A few of her others are she hums.  I have no idea what she hums and I do not even know if she is aware of it?  What I do know is that it is one of the sweetest sounds that I have ever heard and when she is humming; I know everything’s alright in her little world.  Irene glides too, all around the house.  I have hardwood floors and what it looks like is skating in slipper socks or actual slippers.  She has a new pair of slippers that she is already wearing out.  I am very surprised that the floors don’t possess a groove for her path or certain spots on my walls have not lost the glow from the paint where she touches softly to push-off and the walls show no signs of wear and tear.  She bounces like a pinball and that I am positive she has no clue of but that is my best description of that.

Moving forward I will put a shelf up for her cans in the garage and let her start her collection or at least display the collection she already has.  I will not dissuade her any longer at the register when it comes to a new can.  As I mentioned above, it is only recently that I even noticed all the cans throughout the years and how they have grown.  She likes to watch things grow and is constantly planting something somewhere.  Now if I could just get her to remember to water with those cans we might have a forest over here, we do not.

Encouragement is all I do here in my life, with all of my children.  I admit I may encourage this one a bit more.  I remember when she didn’t speak or look at me.  I remember when she screamed and cupped her ears at the sounds of just about any noise.  I remember when I was told she defecated on herself in class all the time and would run out escaping to various parts of the field without anyone even noticing she was gone.  I remember when they told me she would never be able to live alone, that they had centers for housing when she grew up and if we were lucky she might be able to hold a part-time job with assistance.  Irene has made great strides with years of encouragement, social skills classes and love.  She can do anything!

The Chicken Lady

Watering Can

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Saturday Morning with Coffee and Chickens

July 4, 2015

It’s early, way early for my day off, but I usually have more things to do on my day off than I do when I am working.  Today is no different, well maybe just a little??  Today my father is moving pretty much around the corner from me.   He has already put his tools in my garage and made space for his Harley during the winter.

My father has been a hard man most of his life and we haven’t had the best of relationships, partly due to the lives we chose.  He has always lived in Sacramento as far as I can remember?  Me, I have run all over and have always come back to Sac.  Well through a series of events he decided to move and low and behold found a place nearby me.   During his stalking of the environment and tenants, he found something was a little shady, his neighbor was moving soon.  Let’s just say with further investigation my dad found out the manager was an ass, his decision, move in because nobody is a bigger ass than him.   Also, he said the deciding factor was living close to me he would always get a hot meal and eggs. He wouldn’t starve!   

These chickens in my life over the past several months have had a HUGE impact with me and everyone around me.  Believe it or not, I was a hard person to get to know too; especially if you were my kid or grand-kid.  It has taken years of work to become the person I am today, I still have a lot more work to do.  A year ago I added a Beagle named Snoopy in my life to teach me about unconditional LOVE, it worked.  Irene, my youngest, and I for a few years now have talked about raising chickens.  Then an old friend blessed us with 4 hens, a coop and enough feed to get us started; thanks Kristine!  

This has brought about such change in my life all around, so much that I am starting to tear up as I write this now.  Irene is Autistic and there isn’t much that she likes to do, but she LOVES being outside with those chickens.  She loves to compost, garden, gather eggs, go to Home Depot and of course the feed store!  She researches breeds, remedies, behaviors and everything else she can think of; let’s just say that is a lot.  We have become, in our minds, chicken experts and getting better every day.  We now have 15 hens of various ages and by next year will have eggs galore!  

This has brought my dad around, he is a miser and have you seen the price of eggs lately?  He makes his rounds once a week and saves me cartons, sometimes leaving them on the porch if I am not home.  OK, so at times I would buy eggs for my house just to make sure I had a dozen fresh eggs a week for him.  I used to never see my dad, ever, and we live in the same town.  Now he is moving around the corner!  My grandson Vinnie, my eldest son Niko’s child, has never really warmed up to me either.  I tell you I am or was very abrasive, OK maybe still just a bit.   Vinnie would cry the moment he saw me, practically stand by the door waiting to leave if he was not clinging for dear life to his parents at my house.  My eldest grandson Angel from my oldest daughter Marina couldn’t even break the ice with Vinnie at my house and that grandson loves me!   The very few times I watched Vinnie he cried the entire time, one time in his car seat which he dragged to the front door and fell asleep in crying for his parents.  We stopped trying to have him come over, it was too traumatic for him and everyone involved.

Well, now who do you think he loves?  I am not sure really if it is me or the chickens, but when asked he says, “grandma I love the CHICKENS and YOU,” in that order.   He now wants to stay over when he can, he calls to check on the chickens, he comes over to gather eggs.  This was not possible 6 months ago, no way!

My life is a journey, I am not sure where it will take me.  The kids are growing, the grandkids too and I am blessed that at this point no one is taking after me.  It is safe to say no matter where I land in the future, I will have Snoopy, my chickens and a huge dose of gratitude!

The Chicken Lady

Addict · Bloggess · Farmer · Life · Mother · Recovery

Sunday Morning with Coffee and Chickens

To look on my couches with sheer gratitude of the life that I have chosen, the steps that I took and continue to take on this journey is an absolute miracle for this woman.
My oldest two grandsons are sleeping, knocked out from an evening spent with grandma. I took them to a pool party where I fellowshipped, saw friends, heard the message; they swam, ate junk food and had fun. We came home to movies, popcorn, and apple juice; what a blessing.  I couldn’t have done anything any different, my path was chosen long before I walked it.  I know that without a doubt when I look at them. I am no longer that hopeless human being that chose drugs before everything, including her children; not knowing there was any other way to live.
Hi, I’m Christine and I’m an Addict! That, to me, is one of the most powerful personal statements I can make. I know now. I know I am powerless over drugs and my life had become unmanageable. That allows me such freedom. Freedom to choose life, love, laughter and live it! Boy that is what I am going to do! I will not waste another minute wondering what if? Just keep swimming Christine, it’s a journey and the destination is unknown. For that I am grateful, as I am everyday for finding a new way to live.
The Chicken Lady

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