I walked through the living room many times today and felt a warm glow each time. Nope, I wasn’t having hot flashes. (Well I was, but that wasn’t the reason.) My smile-a-minute feelings are because my son gave me a bouquet of flowers. The vase sits on my coffee table and catches my eye with creamy fuchsia rimmed roses, deep… Read More
Glass half empty?
My husband and I were discussing the passage of time the other day as we walked Booker. We agreed that there comes a moment of jolting revelation—you realize you have lived more days than you probably have left—that alters one’s thinking. Of course nobody knows how much time they have on this earth, and the common sense approach is to… Read More
Dishwasher Demons…
It started with a weird sound. Instead of the background thrum the dishwasher usually made as it lightened my daily task, I heard a harsher mechanical sound. Imagine a grinding angry sound instead of a happy hum, and you’re close. Hmmm. A few days later, although the dishes were still coming out clean, I noticed the dishwasher was not fully… Read More
Accepting nature’s patterns…
Earlier this week I joined a dear friend in her garden for a glass of wine and conversation. We had not seen each other for a number of months and the reunion was filled with hungry questions, raucous laughter, and patient listening. The afternoon sun, although shining like thick lemon custard, quickly lost its power to warm. We shivered into… Read More
Nuts!
The call came in yesterday—there was to be a potluck lunch held at my husband’s office for a worker moving on to a new job. When my husband came home last night I asked him what he was going to bring. “What do you mean?” he said. “You are going to be part of the luncheon, so you need to… Read More
A poem that always brings me to center:
Picking Daisies If I had my life to live over…I’d dare to make more mistakes next time… I would be sillier than I have been this trip… I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans…If I had my life to live over, I would start… Read More
So? A needle pulling thread…
I hate sewing. Okay, hate is a strong word. My inablility to sew is more like a genetic flaw that I resent. My grandmother was a fine seamstress. My mother made beautiful quilts and was a prolific embroiderer. Me? Nada. The seamstress genetic pool dried up when I arrived on earth. I prick my fingers, tangle the thread into hopeless… Read More
Twenty four hours…
The young sales clerk appeared to be full of sparkly energy. As I paid for my purchase she lowered her voice and said, “I can’t wait for this day to be over.” Taken aback by the inconsistency between her actions and mood, I asked if she had been having a bad day. “It hasn’t been one of my better ones.”… Read More
Nature’s hot flashes…
The past few days have been hovering around ninety degrees. The last time I checked, the calendar says it is September. Ninety degree days are fine for those less moody states like Florida, Texas, and California, but here in Minnesota the warm days are doled out like ice cream in hell. We get confused when we don’t see our breath… Read More
Seeing…
I found this Zen quote today and liked it a lot: “Begin to see what is in front of you, rather than what you learned is there.” -Stephen C. Paul The odd thing is I had just spoken with a woman who said pretty much the same thing as we discussed the idea of wilderness and being a woman. Talk… Read More
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