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.
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