Ok, so it seems my writers block is relieved again finally. Today I was doing an assignment for my Bariatric Coaching class. I am in an interesting topic in class that talks about life purpose.
While doing my assignment I decided to write a paper that would be my Eulogy in my words. Now a Eulogy should always be written from the heart. I often wonder how my head manages to but in, but it did of course and before I could begin writing I had to answer a ton of questions my head was asking.
The main question who is writing this? Where is it coming from. Well since my physical body is supposed to be dead in my Eulogy, it is coming from my inner self.MY true authentic being.
I have to admit this was an interesting assignment and I cried more than once. I thought it was amazing through most of my life journey I have been singing Dolly Parton songs, even in my Eulogy.
July 24 was the hottest day of 1970 and my mom wanted to sunbath in her bikini, but I wanted to see the sunshine a bit more than her that day and I won. My heritage is part Cherokee Indian and Part Irish, I don’t know what parts of me is which, but I know I did come out squaw-ing. So I guess that makes my voice Cherokee Indian and I have been squaw-ing ever since.
I was born to Lynndall and Kay Dunn a rather quiet couple who live on the top of the Mountain. My dad was a coal miner and my mom a home maker.
I lived in the Appalachian Mountains of West Virginia for 36 years and then I moved to Florida to be near the ocean. My love for the mountains remained and I visited the Smoky, Appalachian, and Blue Ridge Mountains at every opportunity.
Even though I tried to convince myself not to, I married Gregory White twice. The first time, February 10, 1990 I was young and the second time June 18, 2003 I was dumb. Thanks Greg for teaching me how to find courage to leave you, One day I packed my bags and drove off into the sunset never looking back. My attorney warned me in the divorce that half of nothing is still nothing. My kids wanted to become adult’s way before their time and emancipate themselves. I did get my ex husbands Sister Connie Milam in the divorce though, and she changed her name to Tia Dunn.
My life purpose was simple. I came to Earth to clear my path that led me closer to God. I struggled with halos and horns for a bit, but eventually I remembered I was here to sing in harmony with God.
My passion for a career was helping others to heal. I wanted to be a doctor, but went to nursing school. Eventually I realized true transformation is when healing is on a level of body, mind and soul. I went back to school to study bariatric coaching and holistic medicine with the intention of helping bariatric patients reach their highest potential.
I was blessed with two amazing daughters that I loved dearly. My children have helped me obtain great wisdom and together we have had many life lessons and experiences. They now are mothers also, Megan to Hayzea Rafael and Cruz Alexander and Leesa to Dakota Shawn. Those grandsons of mine always made my heart sing. Even on my worse day I could see a rainbow and see hope just by one of them smiling.
I was a social butterfly and attended as many parties and social functions as I could, yet I her inner self loved a quiet evening at home. She was always out to make someone smile or listen to someone tell their story. I always had a true love and genuine concern for others that came straight from my heart. When I got overwhelmed in life that love and concern didn’t always show, but it was always felt.
The two things that I loved to do that made time stand still for me were writing and beading. I could turn off my mind and allow my heart to tune in and play its song by beading a simple necklace. The great thing about that is the jewelry was always beautiful and also filled with love. The same with my writing I loved to blog but that often left my life right out there in the spotlight. Sometimes that was not so fun but always interesting.
I was very close to Teresa when she was a child, but she drifted away. Thank god we reconnected eventually and became the best of friends. I reconnected with her as she woke up one morning in the hospital. It was the most frightening day of her life, and she called out to me (her inner self) and to God for guidance.
Teresa always had a way of making everyone laugh. She shed many tears and once they dried and turned to laughter I knew her soul was on the mend. She sat stunned as her wasband got a tattoo in Tennessee. He tattooed not just her name but also her face on his arm. By this time she knew she was leaving and had planned her escape, and she not dare tell him of her plans. So she just watched as he tattooed her likeness on her arm telling her she could never leave him now because she was ink. She told him that might not be such a good idea as she quietly thought of her plan.
Just weeks later she left and within days her wasband had another woman moved into the house. Since she didn’t like the tattoo she had him cover it. With Teresa’s features the only thing he could cover the tattoo with was a tattoo of Jesus. Teresa would laugh from the bottom of her inner being as she told the story of how here exwasband turned her into Jesus. Teresa was filled with love for Jesus and loved the irony in this story.
The most exciting vacation adventure Teresa ever had was a Mayan Thanksgiving. She booked the flight on the Monday before Thanksgiving. Boarded a plane and took flight. She had no agenda or plan, and when she got there it all fell into place. How quickly she managed to find the Mayan village where she could not speak one word of Mayan, yet she spoke fluently in the universal language of love. It was the best gift she ever gave to herself. Most people go on vacation to find themselves, Teresa went to the Yucatan and the Mayan Jungle to be herself.
Not everyone could see Teresa for who she really was. She had such an admiration for Dolly Parton who hides her real “physical” appearance from the world. Dolly Parton covers her natural beauty with makeup and wigs. Yet, Teresa could see her as an angel.
One of Teresa’s favorite things to do was sit at her Grandmother’s feet and listen to her sing or tell stories. She also loved holding her own grandchildren and seeing the light in their eyes. A simple day was a day where she could go to the park and feed the turtles and the birds and just be. No worries and no clouded thoughts, just being one with the world.
Teresa spent her life like a turtle. Protecting her heart with that hard outershell often snapping at those who threatened her or going inside her shell to find me, her inner self, she made her home where ever she parked her shell. A turtle can never be homeless as it carries it’s home (heart) everywhere it goes.
Teresa is in the light of a clear blue morning. She might just find out what it’s like to ride a drop of rain.She is going to walk with her grand-daddy and she will match him step for step. Don’t cry for her down here, unless it is only happy tears.