Because I Love You

My Manifesto as made aware to me 8/11/2020, taken from my journal. It seems like it was written for today.  Bud and Eleanor 1940's There is not an endless amount of time in our lives to live, do, play, create, and love. Mom told me after Dad passed, “when love enters your life, get as much of it as you can, because you never know how long they will be with you.” I knew she was talking about Dad, their love and marriage of 64.5 years, until his sudden passing in 2006.  Bud & Eleanor 1970's Bud & Eleanor 2000's Love enters our lives in the form of people first and foremost. Only people were made in God’s image. We can have love for pets and living creatures but it’s different and those too are finite. We can have love for our work, projects, activities, and careers but those too are different and limited. They can be satisfying, exciting, fun, and be rewarding for others and ourselves; however, we become confused, led astray when we put “love of pets” and “love of wor...

By Tina Chapman DaCosta, Journal entry 9/11/2016 Tina and Mother Eleanor Cannaday, circa 1966 or 67 Happy Mother's Day Mom! And to all our Moms! I wrote this reflection in my journal 9/11/2016: My earliest memories of “my spot” was sitting on my mother’s lap in church. I was maybe 3 or 4-years old, and after what seemed like a long morning of drawing on the church bulletin, making stick people and coloring with a pencil, I needed my spot. I was no longer satisfied sitting on the hard, well shellacked and butt shined wooden pew next to my mother, nestled in like a rabbit in a hole, boarded by the back of the pew in front of us and the other person sitting next to me. I was entrenched in my rabbit hole coloring, drawing, and swinging my feet as they dangled below the pew. I admired my black patent leather shoes and my white lace socks turned down around my ankles. I liked how the lace flared across my shoes, the contrast of white and black with my mocha colored well-greased legs. Som...