Weighing the Evidence
I don’t know if it is me or just human nature to feel the need to reach for God and the heavens during the tough times. I have often thought that without troubled times I would never give this a thought. And so, tonight I am doing something unusual — I am thinking and I am wondering about the happy ending to my breast cancer scare. How much of the miraculous is involved when this body of mine...
When bad things happen, we don’t instinctively feel happy and beautiful, but we...– Finding Beauty in Your Scars, Alexandra Heather Foss
Whenever I fall into a reflective mood the parade of people who used to be in my...– Michael Lipsey (via stoicmike)
August 8, 2012
An important date just ended. I have a tendency to forget important dates. Heidi just about always calls me and reminds me, and tonight wasn’t any different. ”So, Chris, did you remember the date today?” For some reason I always feel the same, like I’m taking a test and a confusing question has been thrown at me. My mind starts wondering, Oh god, I’ve forgotten...
If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to...– Margaret Atwood, Blind Assassin
Just the Classics
I grew up with classical music. Every night and every weekend my dad turned our living room into his own personal concert hall. Drink in hand, the stereo at full volume he spent the day and most of the evening listening to symphonies, concertos, sonatas, or opera. When I was five or so, I remember stopping into the local barbecue joint with my dad. The jute box was playing a rollicking,...
Our Dog Artie: He's a happy dog, we love him --...
Past Present and Future
When I was very little I lived in the present. Immersed in play and make believe, thoughts of tomorrow were nonexistent. When I was a young woman, I lived in the future. I had dreams, desires, and hopes. I no longer live in the present or future. Living in the present is lonely and the future reminds me that life is finite. My children are grown, my husband aging, I am no longer restless....
I love exotic yarns — wool, angora, silk, alpaca, cotton. When I walk into a fine yarn store I am overwhelmed with texture — soft alpacas, shiny silks, curly boucles, scratchy wools. Oh, and the colors! Colors that could be in a fairy tale’s castle — rich purples, some with shades of magenta; turquoise as vivid as the Caribbean Sea; and shades of red from ruby to...
Russ is my security. When he is with me I know that I am safe. He takes care of all of us, always responsible, sensible — never foolish, unselfish to a fault. He is the salt-of-the-earth. He loves me without romance or passion. His gift is being steadfast.
Missing you in Moscow, Bean! It’s freezing and sleeting. Loved the picture of St.Basils; I will email you a photo of the real thing that I snapped on my Blackberry a couple days ago. I think it’s funny that you admire all my travels. I have much greater admiration for your daily struggle with so many fundamental pain issues, your never giving up, and your quest for new ways to...