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The early years

Mom and me many many moons ago…

If roses grow in heaven lord, please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Mother’s arms and tell her they’re from me.

Tell her that I love her and miss her? And when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile.

Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day. But there’s an ache within my heart that will never go away.

You are missed beyond words and most days I pray for the strengths to cope with your loss.


Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I am the one, holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but that everything has purpose. I’ve made my mistakes, don’t we all, but I see them as growing pains and they are a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time, but in a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off the hamster wheel in an effort to change my future. I didn’t land all that soft, but I can say that I’m still proud to have found the courage to do it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of moments and I chase memories, instead of the material stuff. Less is more, and the motto is quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. Somehow I go against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you dare, you soon realize that it is the only way if you don’t want to lose who you are. Just like most, my past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But that’s the past and it’s history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard and accepted and still life is hard and our path is full of stumbling blocks. If we can see the lessons in adversity we may realize that the toughest moments are often our greatest teachers. There is a reason for the saying that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it might be darkness that will show you the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

31 thoughts on “The early years

    1. You are right but some of the memories are raw and still hurt because we miss the person lost, who is no longer with us. Knowing this makes some memories just plain painful. I think it will just take time. Thank you so much my dear friend. Hugs

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      1. Oh no my beautiful princess, you didn’t miss the mark at all and I know you much better then that. I am sorry if I made you feel this way. Big big hugs to you and hope you are doing ok. Hope to catch up soon. 💙

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    1. Haha I don’t know who the photo bomber is either and maybe one of my family members still alive can lift that secret.
      The thing for a lack of better word I am wrapped up in is what they used as I was baptized in church. No idea if that was that day or why the used it if not. 😂😂😂

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      1. I am keeping you in my thoughts and prayers and heart–I read your words and ache for all the stuff you are managing almost alone. I wish I was there. I can’t imagine my experiences would help in a foreign country…although, Alaska is often considered foreign!! BUT, I could hold your hand as you walked. :o)

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      2. Agreed. I’m not sure I’d actually like knowing tomorrow..I mean, I’d like to be sure of some things, but to know always? Boring! A hint or two would be helpful, to make sure I was really going the right way! Life is often driving blind. Thankfully, there are helpful lights along the way, but often……🤔

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      3. I know what you mean and I’m with you. Are you back in Oregon? Can’t wait to catch up and read you. I hope we can visit sometime or take a trip together on neutral ground between our states. 😉

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  1. Boy! You brought tears to my eyes, my throat hurts. I’ve just seen this and…. Be strong dear one, get somebody, a friend, someone. I know how it can be in this part of the world and especially this season. Try not to be alone at home. Please. Hugs, hugs.

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    1. 🙏 your words have touched my heart and my soul. It’s been hard no doubt, but some alone time was needed. A delicate, sometimes scary balance that I think you picked up on and I appreciate your worry. It means everything and I am grateful our paths have crossed. Can’t wait to get to know you more and read you once my WiFi situation resolves. Bless you.

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