Me Repost

A poem I wrote a few years ago in 2017. Enjoy!

To Be Me

I am a woman,
Real, live, not imagined
Magnificent, amazing, dark
You cannot imagine the depth of me
Or the breadth of my smile
Or the source of my strength
Or the very essence

A woman, phenomenally me
I am real in the flesh
And you cannot control me
With remote, joystick or otherwise
I do not obey, and you cannot
Dampen or darken this light
Inside me; it is God-given

I will not be controlled
But I will blow the rules
Rock the boat,
Tell the truth and,
Call you out on lies
Or shortcuts on character
And misquotes and more

I am not here to please
Or pleasure or serve.
I am here to pray
And flourish
And throw my head back
In laughter and joy
And honor the live given to me

I am here to love
With my whole heart
And not settle for half done tries.
I am here to breath fire
Into this life and
Make it dance with the
Brilliance of my soul

I am here to be me.

Ada Burch 2/19/2017


One of the best things about being in a new neighborhood is meeting all the new neighbors. And it seems that every time My Love or I go out front, we are meeting more people and it’s wonderful.

Tonight we went to check our mail a d walk around when we saw a group of neighbors and their children out in a front yard, so we headed that way, drinks in hand.

4 couples, 6 kids, and lots of conversation. Names, who lives in which house, whose kids are whose, and such. There was talk of the neighborhood dinner club, the ladies group and the neighborhood Maudi Gras parade, where everyone decorates their golf carts, or even pull wagons if kids want to join, and throw out beads and candy. We will be spectators this year, maybe participants next year.

And Hurricane Harvey came up, as most people lived here during and tald me what it was like. This area flooded, not because of the storm, but because the corps of Engineers let the water out and I tentionally flooded this area. At 2am. When everyone was asleep in their beds. They talked about how horrible it was because the Corps didn’t warn them, or give them any time to get out, grab their possessions, pets or move their cars. Most had to be rescued out of Herr. And in the aftermath, all of them became close.

I cannot even imagine the terror they felt when those waters suddenly rushed from the release of the damn. There are still lawsuits being filed over it. It made me grateful for all I have now, and for these new neighbors as well.


There is nothing like physical therapy to show you how out of shape you have become in the wake of Covid. Indeed my PT guys have made me aware of how weak I am and how much weaker one leg is after an injury. I think back to the days I used to workout – running, boxing, and sit ups were my main activities. More recently my activities have been going up the stirs in the ongoing commute fro. The bedroom to the office. And physical therapy.

gout that is changing. My Love and I got up at 5am (cooooooooffeeeeeeee) to work out upstairs in the area I refer to as “Our Gym,” that consists of my yoga mat, weights, workout bands, Piyo instructions and a rowing machine. Amd we workout for at least an hour. And it’s wonderful. Except in is early and I am not a morning person.

And then I think back to the quotes and images that remind me that you must step out of your comfort zone in order to accomplish anything great. Because growth is uncomfortable and change is unfamiliar.

And I smile as I drink my coffee, and start again on those 50 sit ups.


I was excited qhen we first had our cameras installed for the security system. It’s a great system amd now we can see everything around our property. And I discovered something quite wonderful the first time watching…all the little visitors throughout the day and night. Especially at night.

From qhat I can tell, there are 3 raccoons that stop by nightly for drinks and eats – PegLeg, whose back leg has been injured so he clumsily hobbies around, Gimpy who had an injured front hand or paw, send Blondir, who hands out with the others. There are also two cats, but I haven’t names them yet.

Every morning I view the camera feed to see qhat they were all up to the night before. And when it’s cold I do leave food out. None of them even remotely look starving, but I do this anyway. Just one of many things I enjoy in these woods, in this area.

I blessed and ridicouslt happy.


Anniversary of Two

It was two years ago that I loaded up a rented van with personal belongings, 8 huge potted plants, 5 cats, 1 litter box, a good friend and left Georgia in the rear view mirror. I had been planning this move for two yeas. The family and estate issues had finally been settled, I had done my time waiting for everyone to get situated, and now it was time to move forward, by driving and not looking back.

I asked many people about where to live in Texas, and settled in the suburb of Cypress after visiting a few times. It was familiar, it was convenient, it was similar to the suburb I was leaving in Atlanta and it was perfect.

I have always believed in doing what scares you, and leaving my home state terrified me. But I wanted a fresh start, somewhere new, where I could leave the past pain behind and build the rest of my life on fertile ground. So, I looked online for a house to rent, said a prayer, paid for it and signed the lease sight unseen. My friend who drove with me down to Texas asked about the house and the only thing I could tell him was…I hoped it looked as good in person as it did online….and depending how it went after opening the front door, this would either be the most brilliant or the most crazy thing I had ever done.

Spoiler alert: It was the most brilliant.

I loved the neighborhood and the neighbors even more. They were wonderful and we all soon became good friends. They were and are my people. I found my neighborhood bar, favorite shops, grocery story and everything else needed to make a home. And I met the love of my life. And then we bought a new house that we are making a home. Texas has opened up it’s arms and welcomed me. And the love is definitely mutual. I have flourished here more and better than I have in many years, if not ever.

There have been good and bad moments (mostly good), drinks, laughter, friendships, adventures, so much good food, and filling every moment with all that is good and wonderful, and magnificent. Every day I am thankful for the decision to leave Georgia and move Southwest to the Republic of Texas. Every. Day.

Some people thought I was crazy to move 1,000 miles away from my home state. Some people thought I was crazy to move into a home that I had only seen online. My asshole-ex-finance-executive even accused me of moving just to be to be close to him (because a woman cannot possibly have her on thoughts, ambitions, and plans…). But I knew this was where I needed to be, regardless of anyone else or what they thought. I moved for me, for my life, and for the fresh start to make my life wonderful.

And so here I am, blissfully happy, living my life, fully, wholly and completely. Was I scared to move? Terrified. Did I have doubts as to whether or not I should? Yes. Did I have doubts as to if I could do it? Yes. But I did it anyway. And I am all the better and happier for it.

Life is short. Take the risks, make the chance, and do it anyway. You won’t regret it.