It has been a crazy summer for me. The Lady of Lightning struck close, disrupting everything and making me find old ways, new ways and other ways, to deal.
Today I was stung twice and saw three crows/ravens/big black birds that followed us and taunted the pup. The birds causing my daughter to skitter through all kinds of contortions before corralling the pup.
Not sure what it all means:
Bees are a long time symbol for accomplishing the impossible.
Ravens are messengers.
The pup just makes me crazy. (Though he's getting bettsr ;)
It made me think about the roles we play.
After my mum died, I took on her role. I did that which my mother did and took care of my father until I eventually killed him. (His decision - My action) Love ya dad.
Prior to that I was Aunt Gay - the funny one. Freaking hilarious. The light of the party.
But I am not any of those things any more.
I began to realize it at Uncle Don's funeral when they looked to me to make the reunion happen. That was a Scotty thing. That's a roll I never took on. I've never tried to be my brother. I delegated. The reunion happened today and if I ever get a freaking cord... perhaps photos.
I am a sibling, I am Aunt and Terrific (Great) Aunt. Not mum!! I don't do all for everyone.
The Lady of Lightening has struck.
My world has changed.
I think it is a good thing.