What does it feel like to be 70? What it feels like to be 70 is to be living in a kaleidoscope, where past memories and present experiences and glimpses into the future all come at once.
I am so grateful that I did not take a pass on Independence Pass.
Little Lucas Alexander, born July 19th, is our latest grandchild, and our latest joy. Watching him, I see all over again how very powerless newborns are. He cannot move his arms and legs consciously. He cannot lift his head, although every day he gets a little closer to that goal. He cannot even turn over.… Continue reading Staring at the Angels
Six-year-old Hanah is back with her family now and me, I want to be more like her. I want to see the wonder in ordinary things. I want to realize how lucky I am, to have all the good things that I’ve never noticed before.
I can choose to dwell on my grogginess. And fear. Or I can choose to see the light and the beauty, all around me.
It is hard to wait.
And yet…
There are messages along the way. And gifts.
I receive them with deep gratitude.
So here Frank and I are again, in the land of white beaches, warm sunshine and blue skies. So grateful. Grateful for a safe drive down. Grateful that our loved ones and friends back home are safely through that record-shattering cold and doing well. Grateful for sunny days. Grateful that, although it is cold for… Continue reading Of Wonder, and Beaches
Dear readers, I am so grateful that you have chosen to join me here in my blog, to accompany me on this journey. I feel humble that you take enough time out of your busy lives to join me here. *** I am singing in my church choir again, and loving it. On Christmas Eve… Continue reading A Prayer for You at Christmas
This is the season of giving, and I swung into full giving mode a while back. I usually enjoy giving to others. But today I woke up cranky and irritable. I’ve been giving so much that I feel drained and worn out. At times like this, one of my good friends reminds me that Self-Care… Continue reading Giving to Myself at Christmas
I love to rake leaves. I love to escape from my house, with its endless to do lists, to the freedom outside. I love to count all the different colors in one gathered sweep of the rake: crimson from our Autumn Blaze maple, gold from the river birch, copper-colored serviceberry leaves, black-red leaves from my… Continue reading Raking Leaves
