Day 23-maybe this one comes with a 'wine-warning'

Day 23.....and yet again I wonder whether I have the right day.
3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.
Well, I'm sitting (actually,sliding off) our airbed sofa, side by side with my wonderful Bill. Boy, do I love him. We're like the two halves of a comfort blanket that have just been sewn back together and I feel at home, completely now. It's really not about the house that you live in or the posessions that you have, folks but about the people that surround you. I have my 3 kids here and their father being here has completed our family circle.....yet again. Our circle keeps breaking and moving and reforming, as we walk this path together but each time all 5 of us complete the circle.....this is what I call home. My brother and sister would also be home to me. We have been a family group for longer than Bill, the kids and I have been and it is a different type of home. My siblings and I are connected through the DNA of our parents and there are bits of me that are exactly like them and bits of me that resemble neither of them. When I catch myself looking back at myself in the car visor, when all I can see is my eyes, I see my brother looking at me despite the fact that my eyes are greeny blue and his are brown. When I hear myself on an answering machine, I hear my sister talking to me. We were children together, we grew up together and we lost our parents together. Some bonds are stronger than any others and I would say that siblings don't always have to live in each others pockets or even like each other but they have a history that compares to no other in your life. I am lucky enough to love my siblings and to respect both of them for the very strong characters that they are. Different, but the same, they inspire me to be the best that I can be because I want them to be proud of who their sister has become. Once wild and seemingly untamable, I know that they both worried for me and for that, I am grateful as it was probably that unspoken yet heartfelt support that helped me to turn my life around.........alongside Bill and the kids who are my most special of 'homes' and one that I despaired in ever allowing myself to find. Boy, that must be the wine talking. The first couple of glasses since before I left Scotland...it's amazing how the demon-drink can loosen yer tongue, eh? So, back to the adventure (apologies for the wine-directed-detour) The girls and I sat up till 2 ish and watched the Referendum results come in and I just got sadder and sadder until it was all over when Fifes 'No' vote came in. I went to bed wishing (for the first and likely last time in my life) that I lived in Glasgow. I lay awake thinking about all the things I'll say to those who voted 'No', in the future, when things go pear-shaped with the NHS and our pensions and then I remembered that you always have a choice about how you feel and that the only person anger hurts is the person who's angry. So, I didn't get what I wanted. So, Scotland (for whatever reason) decided to remain dependant.....for now. Look at the turnout.....something to be proud of. Look at the way it was all conducted (despite the 'No' campaigns claims of being intimidated-nobody can make you feel any way without your consent, folks) Look at the hope that was inspired and the humour and the banter that went on in Social media and in households (often split votes) all over the world. Waking up this morning, I did my meditation and sat quietly with my usual intention that I send love and peace out to all those that I am connected with. I call it Peace in my Heart, Peace in the World (after the title of one of my most favourite books by Ruth Fishel) and I begin with myself and then my kids and then Bill and then my siblings and their families and then my cousins and aunts and..........you get the message......expanding ever outward until I'm at the world leaders. 'Peace in their hearts, Peace in the world' This morning, as I connected with Scotland, I felt an overwhelming sense of grief and sadness at a deep Soul level. At first, I tried to shake it off as my own but it didn't settle and I cried. I cried for the feeling of loss and grief that was being experienced by part of the Nation that my ancestors died protecting. I am a Macleod of Macleod and fiercely, deeply and passionately Scottish at my core. I believe in cell memory, in that memories are passed down from generation to generation and I know that a lot of my healing is not just mine but the healing of my ancestors. To some of you, this will seem bonkers and that's okay. I'm not claiming that I'm connected to Scottish history more than those of you who voted 'No' in the referendum. I am saying that I have spent years, connecting with who I am, at a soul level and that when I listened to that self, this morning, I felt the pain of a portion of a nation who felt betrayed and full of grief.......I didn't ask to feel it, I just felt it. And that was part of todays Toronto Adventure. Lucky for me, I had a distraction today from the aftermath of the vote, in the form of Bill's arrival. Ali got to skive school after her late night and her dad's arrival-I reckon that they are 2 decent excuses for a day off school. We have been busy all day and Bill's kept going but is just about ready to crash at 10.30pm our time. We walked to Costco (half hour each way) to look at tvs. He took the girls to the Phone store to talk about internet and phones. We went to the bank to check on transfers. We ordered Pizza and watched a silly movie together. We watched a bit baseball and now I am typing this. (Oh and we went to the Wine store to buy me some wine) Bit of a fiasco with the bed-pick up. They arrived to pick up 2 mattresses, on time............. but I had 3 matresses and 3 baseboards. They refused to take the other 4 pieces away, telling me that another pick-up truck must be organized to pick them up. Seriously? I did question this. Did anyone arrive to take them..........NOPE. I will now have to find my way to the SEARS store again tomorrow and phone their online dept to try not to YELL at them about how innefficient they are-ugh-breathe, Linsey. So, that's it....I think. Apologies to those who wished I hadn't done the political rant 'cause you're all fed up with it. If I had planned the blog or if the political bit had jumped out of my brain at the beginning, in a one-er which I could have sectioned off again, it would have been better....but this is what came forward for reading today. It's mine and I don't re-read because I may never post anything if I did. I have taken Gentian (for disappointment/setback) Star of Bethlehem (shock) and Holly (for anger) and I expect that 'Normal service' will resume tomorrow. Life is great. I am grateful for all that I have. I wish only Peace and Happiness for everyone in this world. That's why I begin with myself, helping myself to accept, acknowledge and balance my own feelings so that I can have Peace in my heart to help bring Peace to the world. Wishing you all Peace, today and always. Much love, Lxxxxxx