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Day 746: I’m here!

Yesterday morning, I got an email from my downstairs neighbor, Karen, with this subject:

PENNY THE PEN IS ON YOUR STEPS GOING UP TO YOUR APT ON THE BACK STEPS‏

I herein realized, “Oh, no!   I’ve lost track of Penny the Pen* twice in two days!”

The rest of Karen’s email is here:

Dear Ann,  I moved it up from the back hall as you walk in because I didn’t want Faxy to chew it and I meant to email you last night.  Sorry i didn’t. But she is there today and waiting to picked up.  Love, Karen

Here’s what I want to say about that email:

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That’s Faxy,  Karen’s adorable dog, saying “I’m here!”  She most recently appeared in my New Year’s Eve post,  here.

Thank you, Karen, for preventing Faxy from saying, “I’m here” to Penny by chewing her to pieces.

I’m here to tell you that after I got that great email from Karen, I went out into the hallway, and found this here:

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This Mommy is glad that Karen is here and that I’m here, too.

I’m here to tell you I then snapped these photos, to let you know that Penny is still here, thanks to Karen:

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This may be neither here nor there, but those three photos show that I’m now being more careful that Penny stays here with us, as I transport her between home and my office.

After an interesting day at work yesterday, where several people said, “I’m here!” in their own healing ways in individual and group therapy, I walked back to my car, through the frozen Fenway Park area of Boston. When it’s very cold and I’m here in the friggin’ freezing Northeastern USA, I don’t pause to pose Penny in pictures, purely to make sure that both Penny and I feel fine.

However, be assured that I’m here with Penny while  snapping each of these following images:

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Whenever I walk by that statue of my old hero, Captain Carl Yastrzemski, I salute him, just to let him know “I’m here!” (and so are you, Carl, as I’m writing this.)

After I got home from work last night — saying, “I’m here!” to my boyfriend Michael — Michael (and, later, my son Aaron) tried to guess what the “I’m here Mommy!” sign meant. In the meantime, I took these here three photos :

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What else did I want to say about “I’m here (Mommy!)” before I leave here for cardiac rehab AND a full Friday’s workday?

  1. I’m very glad I’m here, in the blog-o-sphere, work-o-sphere, and long-weekend-o-sphere (starting tomorrow).
  2. My 16-year-old son, Aaron, never, ever called me “Mommy.” (He called me “Mama” when he was little.)
  3. I called my late mother “Mommy” when I was a little kid.
  4. To me, the most impressive “I’m here Mommy!”  photo here in this here entire post is that of the shy white-and-tiger kitty, Harley, who is so skittish I wonder what happened with his mommy and others in his life, during the two years before he communicated “I’m here Mommy!” straight to my heart  in a local adoption shelter.

What music is saying “I’m here” to me, in the moment?

Elaine Stritch, who is no longer here with us — but who was here for 89 years (mommy!) before she died last year — is singing Stephen Sondheim‘s “I’m Still Here” still here, on YouTube.

Feel free to let me know “I’m here!” by leaving a comment below for this proud Mommy.

Many thanks to Karen, Faxy, Aaron, Michael, Captain Carl, Elaine Stritch, Penny the Pen,  my ex-business partner Jonathan (who took the fabulous photo of the little kid with the aardvark), my patients, mommies (and non-mommies) everywhere, and all those who say “I’m here!” as best they can, including you (of course!).


* Penny the Pen is saying “I’m here Mommy!” in her special way in previous posts here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.

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Day 735: Monday matters

Today, on this first Monday of 2015, I am:

All of these actions matter to me, this Monday morning.

This morning, before I leave for the day, I am telling myself:

I matter, as much as anybody else in this world.

That mantra matters to me. It also matters to me to invite you to imagine what phrase might help you, today.

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If you thought of a helpful phrase that matters to you, I invite you to say it to yourself (and to share it here, if you choose).

I’m reminded of a mindfulness exercise I use, in my groups, whenever somebody new is present (which matters a great deal). In this exercise:

  • when we breathe in, we think of something we want to take in from the universe and
  • when we breathe out, we think of something we want to let go of.

Today, I choose to breathe in hope and breathe out fear (which matters and helps).

Yesterday, it mattered to bring along Penny the Pen with me and boyfriend Michael (who matters a lot), as we went walking and then food-shopping at our local supermarket.  Would it matter to you if I showed you some photos?

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This song mattered to me, when I was growing up in the Northeastern USA:

(If it matters to you, you can find “Monday Monday” by The Mamas & The Papas here.)

Many thanks to Michael, to Vahan (previously appearing in this post, which  mattered to me when I wrote it), to Mamas & Papas, to children & adults everywhere, to colorful flowers and other blossoming things, and to you, who matters on Monday and every other day of the week.

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