I have been off the radar for quite awhile. I guess getting used to working again plus painting kitchen cupboards and working on scrapbook have kept me away from the computer.
Recently I have been watching old videos which have been transferred to DVD. This makes them much easier to view once again. A few of them are scenes from Christmas gatherings, and these have caused me to ponder the vital importance of the people in our lives.
I have noted that all the gifts given at these events are most likely gone and forgotten, but the people are embedded in my heart and soul. It is so amazing to watch the same faces that have been a part of my journey since the beginning as well as those of my children and other family members.
While I am not saying that gift giving wasn't important; I am simply stating that what I took away from the wonderful peek into the past is that we should never take the important people in our lives for granted. These people have formed and shaped us and been with us through good times and bad times. I feel they are a part of the cells of my body. Gifts break and lose their luster; these special people do not. At times it seems impossible to me that those times and some of the people are gone now; we always think we have tomorrow.
It is so important to remember all those faces and voices that have now been taken from us and silenced. This is what keeps them alive in our hearts forever. We need to share them with our younger generation so that when we are gone, they will live on through stories, photos and videos. Some one will need to keep us alive in their hearts, too!
Thought for the day: It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time. Barbara Kingsolver
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Monday, October 26, 2015
One of Those Days
I don't know about you, but on occasion I have days where I just don't feel up to par. These days it seems like things that I normally can deal with on a daily basis rub me the wrong way. Today I was feeling selfish which is incredibly difficult for me to do. When I try to be selfish, I end up getting angry and lashing out because I know things probably aren't going to change. I will continue to be a caretaker who has difficulty being selfish and taking time for myself. So today I felt sorry for myself and was angry that I have been taking care of other people for almost 40 years.
When I was trying to nap and my husband was being too noisy, I got up and decided to take a walk. The first thing I determined while walking is that I was going to make some thing for dinner tonight that I wanted (quinoa and black bean enchilada bake). As I walked I was able to sort some things out in my head.
I passed by the Evergreen Cemetery just outside of town and decided this would be a good day for that type of visit. After wandering around and finding headstones that told me interesting stories in very few words, I happened upon the grave of a young girl who had been the daughter of our neighbor across the street. I knew that she had lost a daughter to drowning at the age of 7, but this was the first time I saw her name and details of dates. Not for away from her stone was another girl who was the same age and died the same day. It dawned on me then that there had been two girls who drowned the same day.
Tears welled up when I thought about this day that had started out like any other, but by the end of the day these two little girls were gone. It made me also reflect upon the fact that people we meet every day have stories and pain that we don't know about. They are way more than what we see so maybe it's a good idea to be kind.
Thought for the day: Always be kind for every one is fighting some kind of battle.
When I was trying to nap and my husband was being too noisy, I got up and decided to take a walk. The first thing I determined while walking is that I was going to make some thing for dinner tonight that I wanted (quinoa and black bean enchilada bake). As I walked I was able to sort some things out in my head.
I passed by the Evergreen Cemetery just outside of town and decided this would be a good day for that type of visit. After wandering around and finding headstones that told me interesting stories in very few words, I happened upon the grave of a young girl who had been the daughter of our neighbor across the street. I knew that she had lost a daughter to drowning at the age of 7, but this was the first time I saw her name and details of dates. Not for away from her stone was another girl who was the same age and died the same day. It dawned on me then that there had been two girls who drowned the same day.
Tears welled up when I thought about this day that had started out like any other, but by the end of the day these two little girls were gone. It made me also reflect upon the fact that people we meet every day have stories and pain that we don't know about. They are way more than what we see so maybe it's a good idea to be kind.
Thought for the day: Always be kind for every one is fighting some kind of battle.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Prolonged Detour
In July I posted about going back into the workplace, and at the time I thought it was temporary. However, they liked me so much that I am now permanent. It's a good place to work, and I am working 2-3 days a week. With the current situation at the railroad, I know in my heart that I need to do this. I also am aware that this job came along right when I needed it, and it nicely fulfills their needs and ours. Who knows what the future holds and how long I will be there, but for now it is my reality so I make the best of it.
So I now go confidently on a new path.
It's all good, right!
Thought for the day: God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. (always a good one!)
So I now go confidently on a new path.
It's all good, right!
Thought for the day: God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. (always a good one!)
Tansy Mae
A couple weeks ago I was speaking to a friend about our new cat. It seemed that it was a surprise to her, and she inquired as to whether I had blogged about it. After thinking this over for awhile, I realized that the reason I had not blogged about her is because I didn't want to be disloyal to Henry. I didn't want to put words out there that would verify that Henry was gone, and I had replaced him.
So here goes: Our new cat is Tansy Mae. Tansy is an herb with tiny yellow flowers that I have always enjoyed, and Mae was my mother and sister's middle name. I decided an orange cat was in order to satisfy the memory of two lovely orange cats I had when growing up on the farm. I searched Craigslist for awhile and finally decided it was time to once again have a cat in our home.
When I went to pick her up at her home, I found the place to be quite chaotic and basically a mess. There were two small dogs running around, and Tansy didn't come when called. We finally found her curled up sleeping on a chair. She was not afraid to ride in the car which I found unusual for a cat. She was quite skinny, and I wasn't sure if this was her normal build. Now that she has been with us for about four months, she has filled out nicely.
I can now say I love her and she makes a nice addition to our home. I know my love for her can never be what it was for Henry; he was a very special cat who fulfilled very special needs in my life. I also now realize I don't have to give up that wonderful memory of Henry just because Tansy now has my love.
We still light a candle every Thursday evening for Henry as that is when we lost him. The magnificent sunflowers and zinnias that surrounded his grave this summer were a testament to him.
No matter what life takes from us, we must go on.
Thought for the day: That last page turned is a perfect excuse to write a whole new book. Toni Sorenson.
So here goes: Our new cat is Tansy Mae. Tansy is an herb with tiny yellow flowers that I have always enjoyed, and Mae was my mother and sister's middle name. I decided an orange cat was in order to satisfy the memory of two lovely orange cats I had when growing up on the farm. I searched Craigslist for awhile and finally decided it was time to once again have a cat in our home.
When I went to pick her up at her home, I found the place to be quite chaotic and basically a mess. There were two small dogs running around, and Tansy didn't come when called. We finally found her curled up sleeping on a chair. She was not afraid to ride in the car which I found unusual for a cat. She was quite skinny, and I wasn't sure if this was her normal build. Now that she has been with us for about four months, she has filled out nicely.
We still light a candle every Thursday evening for Henry as that is when we lost him. The magnificent sunflowers and zinnias that surrounded his grave this summer were a testament to him.
No matter what life takes from us, we must go on.
Thought for the day: That last page turned is a perfect excuse to write a whole new book. Toni Sorenson.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
A Room with a View
In our home there is a small back room where I spend quite a bit of time. It houses the television, books, children's toys, etc. It is where Maxine and Tansy hang out with me. It also has patio doors where I can view the backyard very nicely. It is from this window that I watch the hummingbirds flit around, drink their nectar and often sit on the clothesline. I can see the gardens, flowerbeds and sunflowers. At times the squirrels sneak by the window in their quest for nuts, seeds or whatever. The fairy garden is within view so I can watch fairy world all summer long.
Another thing I can see is a neighbor's backyard and their hammock. I marvel at how much entertainment that hammock provides for this family. During the school year, the kids are on it before they leave for the day. After they leave, the mother comes out and spends time there. When the mother has a friend over, they both sit on it. Since it is always out in the elements, I am suspicious as to how it might smell, but it doesn't bother them.
I may not have a plush room overlooking the Eiffel Tower, Central Park or the crashing waves of the ocean, but I do see many delightful and interesting things from that tiny room here in Colfax, WI.
Thought for the day: You can observe alot by just watching. Yogi Berra
Inside Out
A week ago I was with Aria and Melody, and it was raining. Therefore, I decided to take them to the movie. I am so glad that we went because not only was it one of the best movies I have ever seen, but during it a very memorable moment occurred.
We went to see Inside Out which Melody had already seen, and I had been wanting to see. The theater has reclining seats so Mel, Aria and were very comfortable while eating our popcorn. So the premise of the movie is giving us a peak into the brain and our emotions. The emotions portrayed by characters are joy, sadness, fear, anger and disgust. It is done very cleverly and in a way that you can relate to the different scenarios and reactions by the emotions.
As the movie goes on, joy and sadness get taken away from headquarters and are trying to find their way back. Along the way, they met Bing Bong, who at one time was Riley's (the girl who houses the emotions) imaginary friend. Of course, as she grew up, he was pushed to the side while other life events took over. Bing Bong and joy eventually end up in the area of forgotten memories and work very hard to get out. In the end, joy gets out but Bing Bong does not. You see him start to fade away, and he will be forever forgotten. At this moment, I look over at Melody because I am crying, and she is crying, too. She flies across Aria's seat to give me a big hug, and then Aria joins in. So we had this amazing moment when time sort of stood still. I think for Melody to understand the significance of things lost as time goes by is wonderful, and for me it reminded me of all the losses in my own life and how at some point in the future, Melody and Aria will be grown up. Going places with Baba will be a thing of the past. Also, we learned that sadness is an important emotion, and we should allow sadness at times and not try to be always joyful. Deep stuff came out of what could have been a simple kid's movie.
I applaud the writers and all those involved in this film. It was darn good.
Thought for the day: A memory is what is left when some thing happens and does not completely unhappen. Edward de Bono
We went to see Inside Out which Melody had already seen, and I had been wanting to see. The theater has reclining seats so Mel, Aria and were very comfortable while eating our popcorn. So the premise of the movie is giving us a peak into the brain and our emotions. The emotions portrayed by characters are joy, sadness, fear, anger and disgust. It is done very cleverly and in a way that you can relate to the different scenarios and reactions by the emotions.
As the movie goes on, joy and sadness get taken away from headquarters and are trying to find their way back. Along the way, they met Bing Bong, who at one time was Riley's (the girl who houses the emotions) imaginary friend. Of course, as she grew up, he was pushed to the side while other life events took over. Bing Bong and joy eventually end up in the area of forgotten memories and work very hard to get out. In the end, joy gets out but Bing Bong does not. You see him start to fade away, and he will be forever forgotten. At this moment, I look over at Melody because I am crying, and she is crying, too. She flies across Aria's seat to give me a big hug, and then Aria joins in. So we had this amazing moment when time sort of stood still. I think for Melody to understand the significance of things lost as time goes by is wonderful, and for me it reminded me of all the losses in my own life and how at some point in the future, Melody and Aria will be grown up. Going places with Baba will be a thing of the past. Also, we learned that sadness is an important emotion, and we should allow sadness at times and not try to be always joyful. Deep stuff came out of what could have been a simple kid's movie.
I applaud the writers and all those involved in this film. It was darn good.
Thought for the day: A memory is what is left when some thing happens and does not completely unhappen. Edward de Bono
Please don't go!
First of all, let me say that today is one of the most gorgeous summer days in my memory. The temperature is perfect, the sky is blue, there is a slight breeze, and we still have flowers and vegetables to admire.
On Labor Day I spent a few hours sitting by the river reading and contemplating the end of another summer. I wanted to shout and ask summer not to leave us. As I watched the river continuously flowing, I knew in my heart there was no way to stop summer from going any more than I could stop loved ones from leaving. I thought of my parents, my sister and other relatives no longer with me, and once again nature seemed to mirror life.
I know that summer will once again arrive just as sure that I know that fall, winter and spring will come and go. However, as I watch the hummingbirds darting about, the monarchs sailing through the air, the majestic sunflowers, wispy cosmos and vibrant zinnias, it occurs to me that next summer won't be exactly like this one. The next season will be totally different and therefore, there is no guarantee the hummingbirds will return or the flowers will be as lush.
Here are a few highlights of the summer of 2015:
Brian got his ham radio equipment set up (finally)
Picked some yummy strawberries with grandkids
Buddy came for a visit and loved the countryside
Fairy garden keeps getting better each year
Said goodbye to my red bug with Aubree and Ethan
Visited Sue and had a marvelous bike ride
Finally able to grow some beautiful zinnias
Pool time with the grandkids
Lots of luscious tomatoes this year
On Labor Day I spent a few hours sitting by the river reading and contemplating the end of another summer. I wanted to shout and ask summer not to leave us. As I watched the river continuously flowing, I knew in my heart there was no way to stop summer from going any more than I could stop loved ones from leaving. I thought of my parents, my sister and other relatives no longer with me, and once again nature seemed to mirror life.
I know that summer will once again arrive just as sure that I know that fall, winter and spring will come and go. However, as I watch the hummingbirds darting about, the monarchs sailing through the air, the majestic sunflowers, wispy cosmos and vibrant zinnias, it occurs to me that next summer won't be exactly like this one. The next season will be totally different and therefore, there is no guarantee the hummingbirds will return or the flowers will be as lush.
Here are a few highlights of the summer of 2015:
Brian got his ham radio equipment set up (finally)
So you see why it's difficult to say goodbye to such a wonderful summer because it was a good one!
Thought for the day: When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream, glides away. Sarah Helen Whitman
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
True Meaning of Success
If one were to base their definition of a successful person on what is seen and heard in advertising, movies, television, etc, not very many of us would feel like a success. I prefer to base my level of success on a writing by Ralph Waldo Emerson. If I go by the following, it would seem I am doing alright!
This has been on my refrigerator since the day I found it, and I refer to it often in order to keep out the noise from the world that wants me to feel like a failure. So next time you are doubting whether or not you matter, compare yourself to Emerson's definition of success, not that of society.
Detour on My Journey
Well, after almost three years away from the workplace, I started a temporary position about two weeks ago. Due to my husband's work hours being down and my need for a different car, it seemed the only rational way to deal with current issues. I have to admit it was a bit serendipitous that about the same time I started looking for either a very part time position or a temporary situation, an eye clinic posted an ad looking for some one to cover a maternity leave. So while I drag my feet every day I go, I am at the same time grateful to be doing some thing I know and also know it won't be forever. At least I didn't end up working at McDonalds or housekeeping at a motel. Not that I look down on these places of employment at all; it's just not the place for me.
I am keenly aware of how nice it was to get up every day with the knowledge that I was in control of my choices. Now when I have a day off, I cherish every single moment. I love being able to go back to bed since I am an early riser. I love having time to read or work outside in the garden. I love doing things at my own pace.
Slowly I am getting back in the groove of doing things in the evening or morning before I leave. So far I have still been able to put my clothes on the line before I go to work; just have to check the weather to make sure they won't get soaked.
Right now three months seems like a long time, but in my life experience I know it will come and go very quickly and hopefully I can be back doing what I love the most.
Thought for the day: I put all my genius into life, I put only my talent into my works. Oscar Wilde
I am keenly aware of how nice it was to get up every day with the knowledge that I was in control of my choices. Now when I have a day off, I cherish every single moment. I love being able to go back to bed since I am an early riser. I love having time to read or work outside in the garden. I love doing things at my own pace.
Slowly I am getting back in the groove of doing things in the evening or morning before I leave. So far I have still been able to put my clothes on the line before I go to work; just have to check the weather to make sure they won't get soaked.
Right now three months seems like a long time, but in my life experience I know it will come and go very quickly and hopefully I can be back doing what I love the most.
Thought for the day: I put all my genius into life, I put only my talent into my works. Oscar Wilde
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
The Month of May
It's May, and I have a little more bounce in my step and happiness in my soul. May is absolutely my favorite month of the year. I was born in May, but that has little to do with why I love it. I do, however, feel a bit blessed to know I arrived in this world during this most wonderful time of year. It just seems to be almost perfect in that the temperature is warm, but not too warm; the early flowers are blooming and other plants are beginning to pop from the Earth; once again clothes are snapping in the wind as they hang on the clothesline, and the gloriously fresh breezes are wafting through the house. Can it get any better than that?
Once again the backyard is filled with birds, and you can hear them singing from dawn to dusk. Yesterday I saw my first hummingbird, and this morning there was an oriole attempting to drink from the hummingbird feeder. The robins are hopping around searching for worms, and the mourning doves beautiful coo can be heard. Life has once more come to give us pause and marvel at the beauty of nature.
Thought for the day: "What potent blood hath modest May. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Once again the backyard is filled with birds, and you can hear them singing from dawn to dusk. Yesterday I saw my first hummingbird, and this morning there was an oriole attempting to drink from the hummingbird feeder. The robins are hopping around searching for worms, and the mourning doves beautiful coo can be heard. Life has once more come to give us pause and marvel at the beauty of nature.
Thought for the day: "What potent blood hath modest May. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Connecting generations
A few months ago my granddaughter, Melody, was supposed to dress up for school. She knew I had a pioneer dress that I had gotten in 1976 for the bicentennial. She decided to dress as Laura Ingalls Wilder, an author that I have loved since I was very young. I read all her books several times. So I got the dress delivered, and it just melted my heart to see her in it. Melody seems to share my longtime interest in pioneer life.
Above is a photo of me wearing the dress in 1976 and Melody in 2014.
In my quest for simplicity and minimalism, I have gotten rid of a few things. Therefore, I am sure glad I saved this dress.
Thought for the day: It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time Barbara Kingsolver
Above is a photo of me wearing the dress in 1976 and Melody in 2014.
In my quest for simplicity and minimalism, I have gotten rid of a few things. Therefore, I am sure glad I saved this dress.
Thought for the day: It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time Barbara Kingsolver
Friday, April 24, 2015
Love Hurts and Heals
Last evening we lost our beloved Henry. He was hit by a car while crossing the busy road in front of our house. Deep down we knew this day might come, but our brains have a way of denying the truth.
Our last day together is quite vivid which makes me feel good. He spent quite a bit of time on my lap and snuggled up to me while I was using the computer. At one point, we looked into each other's eyes. It was a moment I will cherish always.
You see, Henry wasn't just a cat; he was magic. He happened upon us at a time when we needed each other. I had recently lost my sister, and he was struggling a bit to make it in the wild. So we became friends, and at some point he decided I was trustworthy enough to enter our home. He knew he was loved enough that we wouldn't hold him captive and so he became an indoor/outdoor cat. Every time I let him out, I knew he may not come back, but I loved him so much that keeping him in wasn't an option. He thoroughly loved being outside; it gave him purpose, but he was just as happy to soak up the sun as it penetrated the dining room rug. He was somewhat like a dog in that he followed me and wanted to be in our space. He adored our dog, Maxine, and even though Maxine would nip at him on occasion, he never gave up. They ended up snuggling many times.
He wasn't just a cat; he was a messenger. He taught us hope, love and how to trust. He taught us that even though our time together might be brief, that doesn't diminish the depth of the love and bond. As I take in the void today and occasionally think I might see his sweet face at the patio door, I am able to function quite well because we had a phenomenal relationship. I realize now that it was the most pure and complete love I have ever experienced. It was a relationship in which there were no regrets because I never took him for granted. I took every opportunity to stroke him and tell him he was loved. There was no resentments and no what ifs. So because it was so blessedly complete, it seems much easier to let go.
He had many nicknames.....I called him Flotsam because he would come in with various items hanging from his fur.....he was referred to as the Gray Flash because he could often be seen darting around the yard after different animals. Brian called him my boyfriend because he knew how much I loved him. He would often sit by the patio door and watch the backyard; I would walk by and ask him if he was watching cat TV. Today Brian said that Henry made gray the most beautiful color in the world, and that is not easy to do!
So once again we experience loss; the longer you live, and the harder you love equates to more grief. On the other hand, not one fiber of me would give up one moment with our magic cat.
Thought for the day: "It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch."
Our last day together is quite vivid which makes me feel good. He spent quite a bit of time on my lap and snuggled up to me while I was using the computer. At one point, we looked into each other's eyes. It was a moment I will cherish always.
You see, Henry wasn't just a cat; he was magic. He happened upon us at a time when we needed each other. I had recently lost my sister, and he was struggling a bit to make it in the wild. So we became friends, and at some point he decided I was trustworthy enough to enter our home. He knew he was loved enough that we wouldn't hold him captive and so he became an indoor/outdoor cat. Every time I let him out, I knew he may not come back, but I loved him so much that keeping him in wasn't an option. He thoroughly loved being outside; it gave him purpose, but he was just as happy to soak up the sun as it penetrated the dining room rug. He was somewhat like a dog in that he followed me and wanted to be in our space. He adored our dog, Maxine, and even though Maxine would nip at him on occasion, he never gave up. They ended up snuggling many times.
He wasn't just a cat; he was a messenger. He taught us hope, love and how to trust. He taught us that even though our time together might be brief, that doesn't diminish the depth of the love and bond. As I take in the void today and occasionally think I might see his sweet face at the patio door, I am able to function quite well because we had a phenomenal relationship. I realize now that it was the most pure and complete love I have ever experienced. It was a relationship in which there were no regrets because I never took him for granted. I took every opportunity to stroke him and tell him he was loved. There was no resentments and no what ifs. So because it was so blessedly complete, it seems much easier to let go.
He had many nicknames.....I called him Flotsam because he would come in with various items hanging from his fur.....he was referred to as the Gray Flash because he could often be seen darting around the yard after different animals. Brian called him my boyfriend because he knew how much I loved him. He would often sit by the patio door and watch the backyard; I would walk by and ask him if he was watching cat TV. Today Brian said that Henry made gray the most beautiful color in the world, and that is not easy to do!
So once again we experience loss; the longer you live, and the harder you love equates to more grief. On the other hand, not one fiber of me would give up one moment with our magic cat.
Thought for the day: "It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch."
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Relationships
Is there any thing more complicated than relationships? They are vital to life itself and contribute to the survival of the human species. I am noticing that as I become older, relationships aren't as easy for me to begin or maintain. My tendency is towards being an introvert so I have always had just a handful of really good friends. That is all I could handle because in my world, relationships must be deep. I don't do casual friendships or small talk very well. Now with aging and an energy level that is not up to youthful standards, my friend list has dwindled to about three. Of course, I have my family that I love and care for deeply. With the advent of grandchildren, those relationships have become more my focus.
I have a handful of friends that I see maybe once or twice a year. We mostly have history in common more than any thing current. There are a couple of friendships that I consider strained and almost feel like some thing I carry around that should be let go.
Romantic relationships are the most complicated of all. They start out full of promise and giddiness. Then you begin to add children, financial issues, fatigue, aging, sickness, etc, and things don't seem as rosy. It is at this point that you have to let go of what was and work with what is. When a couple can't shift and move on in growth together, that is when the deck of cards falls. When I consider how difficult it is to maintain a relationship, it seems amazing that so many do survive. In the past, couples were focused more on survival and children were necessary to help with that survival. Now we have moved past that and have more expectations. This adds to the difficulty of a relationship surviving when those expectations aren't met. It seems that you really don't know a person until you have lived with them, and I have found that to be totally true.
At this stage, I am happy with my small list of friends and my wonderful family. I want to invest my time and energy in what I have instead of going out into the world looking for new friends. I just don't feel like I need them. It's great to have reached a stage where I can say that is okay and embrace the introvert that I am!
Thought for the day: Relationship is an art. The dream that two people create is more difficult to master than one. ~Don Miguel Ruiz
I have a handful of friends that I see maybe once or twice a year. We mostly have history in common more than any thing current. There are a couple of friendships that I consider strained and almost feel like some thing I carry around that should be let go.
Romantic relationships are the most complicated of all. They start out full of promise and giddiness. Then you begin to add children, financial issues, fatigue, aging, sickness, etc, and things don't seem as rosy. It is at this point that you have to let go of what was and work with what is. When a couple can't shift and move on in growth together, that is when the deck of cards falls. When I consider how difficult it is to maintain a relationship, it seems amazing that so many do survive. In the past, couples were focused more on survival and children were necessary to help with that survival. Now we have moved past that and have more expectations. This adds to the difficulty of a relationship surviving when those expectations aren't met. It seems that you really don't know a person until you have lived with them, and I have found that to be totally true.
At this stage, I am happy with my small list of friends and my wonderful family. I want to invest my time and energy in what I have instead of going out into the world looking for new friends. I just don't feel like I need them. It's great to have reached a stage where I can say that is okay and embrace the introvert that I am!
Thought for the day: Relationship is an art. The dream that two people create is more difficult to master than one. ~Don Miguel Ruiz
Gratitude
There has been quite a bit written lately about the importance of gratitude. If you deliberately attempt to embrace gratitude on a daily basis, it is supposed to promote happiness. Instead of making any resolutions when the calendar turned to 2015, I decided to have a gratitude jar. There are also gratitude journals in which you list up to five things every day for which you are grateful. I decided it would be good to see the jar as I go about my day so it would jog my thoughts of gratitude.
I must admit that some days it can be difficult to come up with a concrete thing to add to the jar; especially on cold winter days. If you can't come up with some thing new, there is always health, family and life itself.
Thought for the day: Gratitude is not the only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others. Cicero
I must admit that some days it can be difficult to come up with a concrete thing to add to the jar; especially on cold winter days. If you can't come up with some thing new, there is always health, family and life itself.
Thought for the day: Gratitude is not the only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others. Cicero
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Cemeteries
Some people may think it strange or morbid, but I enjoy walking through cemeteries. First of all, they are peaceful and quiet. Finding a place with those qualities these days can be difficult. Secondly, I feel a connection to the past as I read all the names of those no longer among the living. Even if I don't know the names, it's intriguing to put together a story of what may have happened. As you pass old markers etched with the names of babies and young children, you begin to clearly see how extremely fragile life was before the advent of antibiotics and modern medicine.
There was a cemetery within walking distance of the farm where I grew up, and many times over the years I would wander through the graveyard. This past summer when I was in the area, I stopped there and took photos of particular gravestones that had caught my interest in the past. The passing of time was shown by how many more familiar names I now saw as I passed the graves of the people who held an important place in my formative years.
This gravestone was one that has held my interest for many years. It is a simple statement made by a family that apparently had few resources. Despite that, it is evident there was love.
OLE AND OLENA LUND
The second stone that I always visited when I strolled through the cemetery was one that came with a story. The postmaster and his wife married later in life, and they had one child. She was a daughter who was named Lillie. When she was 14, she died after riding her bike on a hot summer day. Apparently, she was extremely hot and drank quite a bit of very cold water. As you could imagine, this was devastating for this couple. They closed the door to her bedroom and left it as it was.
On several of our trips, we have stopped at cemeteries. On the East coast, the dates of death were often in the early 1800s or even late 1700s. Of course, one of my favorites was Henry David Thoreau and Louise Mae Alcott. The most famous one we visited was Pere Lachaise in Paris. There we saw small houses built for the dead with magnificent sculptures and artwork.
So that is my story about why you can often find me wandering around amongst the headstones.
Thought for the day: The only real equality is in the cemetery. German proverb
There was a cemetery within walking distance of the farm where I grew up, and many times over the years I would wander through the graveyard. This past summer when I was in the area, I stopped there and took photos of particular gravestones that had caught my interest in the past. The passing of time was shown by how many more familiar names I now saw as I passed the graves of the people who held an important place in my formative years.
This gravestone was one that has held my interest for many years. It is a simple statement made by a family that apparently had few resources. Despite that, it is evident there was love.
OLE AND OLENA LUND
The second stone that I always visited when I strolled through the cemetery was one that came with a story. The postmaster and his wife married later in life, and they had one child. She was a daughter who was named Lillie. When she was 14, she died after riding her bike on a hot summer day. Apparently, she was extremely hot and drank quite a bit of very cold water. As you could imagine, this was devastating for this couple. They closed the door to her bedroom and left it as it was.
On several of our trips, we have stopped at cemeteries. On the East coast, the dates of death were often in the early 1800s or even late 1700s. Of course, one of my favorites was Henry David Thoreau and Louise Mae Alcott. The most famous one we visited was Pere Lachaise in Paris. There we saw small houses built for the dead with magnificent sculptures and artwork.
So that is my story about why you can often find me wandering around amongst the headstones.
Thought for the day: The only real equality is in the cemetery. German proverb
Thursday, December 4, 2014
The Ordinary
I have two books that address the idea of finding joy in simplicity and embracing the ordinary. This concept takes many forms such as minimalism, Buddhism, Native American beliefs, the Shakers, etc.
While I am not Buddhist, Native American or a Shaker, I do find peace in minimalism. I find that when my space is cluttered, my mind is cluttered. I do admit that I can take it to an extreme at times, for instance, I keep my e-mail inbox to about 5-10, and I get "nervous" when my DVR is less than 75% free.
I realize that as a child growing up on a farm in the 1960s, generally my life was one of simplicity and few material belongings. A couple of my favorite things to do were hanging out in the hay shed taming wild cats and sitting by the very small creek in the field watching the water ripple over the rocks. We only had one television channel, and the only movie I saw during my childhood was Snow White.
As I grew up and became a wife and mother, it seems I left behind some of those ideals. Now as I approach old age and seem to be searching for my authentic self, I once again find solace in simplicity and quiet. Maybe that is how the cycle of life works; we eventually come back to ourselves. I limit my television watching to a about five channels and leave the other 150 alone. I hang my clothes outside in the summertime and on racks in the basement during the winter. I find joy in chirping birds, acrobatic squirrels and the miracle of flowers that return every year.
Some times being your authentic self isn't always approved by others; society wants you to fit a mold. Every day we are bombarded with extraordinary stories and images of celebrity. We are made to feel like we don't measure up, and we are just ordinary. However, I have found that true happiness comes from finding out who you are and being that person. I believe that the true nirvana to be reached in this life is happiness in whatever form that resonates with you.
Thought for the day: To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter... to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring — these are some of the rewards of the simple life. ~John Burroughs
While I am not Buddhist, Native American or a Shaker, I do find peace in minimalism. I find that when my space is cluttered, my mind is cluttered. I do admit that I can take it to an extreme at times, for instance, I keep my e-mail inbox to about 5-10, and I get "nervous" when my DVR is less than 75% free.
I realize that as a child growing up on a farm in the 1960s, generally my life was one of simplicity and few material belongings. A couple of my favorite things to do were hanging out in the hay shed taming wild cats and sitting by the very small creek in the field watching the water ripple over the rocks. We only had one television channel, and the only movie I saw during my childhood was Snow White.
As I grew up and became a wife and mother, it seems I left behind some of those ideals. Now as I approach old age and seem to be searching for my authentic self, I once again find solace in simplicity and quiet. Maybe that is how the cycle of life works; we eventually come back to ourselves. I limit my television watching to a about five channels and leave the other 150 alone. I hang my clothes outside in the summertime and on racks in the basement during the winter. I find joy in chirping birds, acrobatic squirrels and the miracle of flowers that return every year.
All goes back to the earth,
and so I do not desire
pride of excess or power,
but the contentments made
by men who have had little:
the fisherman’s silence
receiving the river’s grace,
the gardener’s musing on rows....
~Wendell Berry, "The Want of Peace"
I remember when my mother passed away and I was going through her jewelry box and dresser drawers, it became apparent to me that she was a simple person. It was then I realized where my love of simplicity derived, and it touched me deeply.
Some times being your authentic self isn't always approved by others; society wants you to fit a mold. Every day we are bombarded with extraordinary stories and images of celebrity. We are made to feel like we don't measure up, and we are just ordinary. However, I have found that true happiness comes from finding out who you are and being that person. I believe that the true nirvana to be reached in this life is happiness in whatever form that resonates with you.
Thought for the day: To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter... to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring — these are some of the rewards of the simple life. ~John Burroughs
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Do You Believe in Fairies?
On a couple of occasions when I have been out of town for a few days, I will return to empty ice cube trays. My husband has stated that the "ice cube fairy" must have been out of town. Well, as I pondered this concept, it occurred to me there must be quite a few fairies living in our home.
Here are a few examples:
ice cube fairy
cooking fairy
dishwashing fairy
shopping fairy
cleaning fairy
bill paying fairy
laundry fairy
paperwork fairy
Here's a shout out to the all the fairies of the world and those who live in the shadows but keep the world turning. Guess I better don my wings and get started on dinner!
Thought for the day: The fairies went from the world, dear, because men's hearts grew cold. And only the eyes of children see what is hidden from the old.
Kathleen Foyle
Here are a few examples:
ice cube fairy
cooking fairy
dishwashing fairy
shopping fairy
cleaning fairy
bill paying fairy
laundry fairy
paperwork fairy
Here's a shout out to the all the fairies of the world and those who live in the shadows but keep the world turning. Guess I better don my wings and get started on dinner!
Thought for the day: The fairies went from the world, dear, because men's hearts grew cold. And only the eyes of children see what is hidden from the old.
Kathleen Foyle
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
The Art of Illusion
Have you ever thought about how much illusion surrounds us? Perhaps it comes with aging and wisdom, but recently I have become acutely aware of illusions. There is an art to illusion but also a large monetary component, and of course, the more technologically advanced we become, the more sophisticated illusion can become.
Here are a few examples of illusions:
President Franklin D. Roosevelt was unable to walk unassisted, but the general population had no idea this was the case.
President John F. Kennedy was in pain most of the time from a war injury and also suffered from Addison's Disease. The public was not aware of this and in fact, he projected himself as extremely healthy and vigorous. He also was a great womanizer but yet when we think of he and his family, the picture is that of a beautiful, perfect family.
The majority of photographs portray us as smiling and happy when often we are unhappy and suffering from innumerable issues.
Television, movies and magazines lead you to believe that there is always a happy ending and that you can be young forever. Airbrushing and digital technology can transform imperfect beings into perfection which leaves the general population wondering what is wrong with them.
Then there is dating. Does this really set us up for real life? How often are we dressed up, smell great and are on our best behavior?
How many times have we heard stories about abuse, murder, or suicide occurring in families that looked perfect from the outside?
Of course, there have always been magicians and illusionists that make us wonder how do they do these things?
Let's not forget all our "reality shows" which are set up to appear like real people doing ordinary stuff. How many of us could act real if the cameras were rolling?
I am not trying to be a pessimist or throw stones at every thing; it's just that my eyes have been opened up which leads me to question what we consider as normal. Wouldn't it be nice if we could just accept ourselves for who we are and not be sucked into the world of the advertising moguls who want you to believe the illusion and buy the product that will provide the solution?
It seems to me there would be much less unhappiness and low self esteem and much more gratitude and contentment. Just the thoughts of an aging person.
Thought for the day: Illusion is the first of all pleasures. Oscar Wilde
Here are a few examples of illusions:
President Franklin D. Roosevelt was unable to walk unassisted, but the general population had no idea this was the case.
President John F. Kennedy was in pain most of the time from a war injury and also suffered from Addison's Disease. The public was not aware of this and in fact, he projected himself as extremely healthy and vigorous. He also was a great womanizer but yet when we think of he and his family, the picture is that of a beautiful, perfect family.
The majority of photographs portray us as smiling and happy when often we are unhappy and suffering from innumerable issues.
Television, movies and magazines lead you to believe that there is always a happy ending and that you can be young forever. Airbrushing and digital technology can transform imperfect beings into perfection which leaves the general population wondering what is wrong with them.
Then there is dating. Does this really set us up for real life? How often are we dressed up, smell great and are on our best behavior?
How many times have we heard stories about abuse, murder, or suicide occurring in families that looked perfect from the outside?
Of course, there have always been magicians and illusionists that make us wonder how do they do these things?
Let's not forget all our "reality shows" which are set up to appear like real people doing ordinary stuff. How many of us could act real if the cameras were rolling?
I am not trying to be a pessimist or throw stones at every thing; it's just that my eyes have been opened up which leads me to question what we consider as normal. Wouldn't it be nice if we could just accept ourselves for who we are and not be sucked into the world of the advertising moguls who want you to believe the illusion and buy the product that will provide the solution?
It seems to me there would be much less unhappiness and low self esteem and much more gratitude and contentment. Just the thoughts of an aging person.
Thought for the day: Illusion is the first of all pleasures. Oscar Wilde
Thursday, October 9, 2014
The Acceptance of Aging
This May marked my 55th year in this battle called life. When I was a teenager, I couldn't conceive of being thirty. Now if I see some one has passed away at eighty, I think it was too soon. Our concepts most definitely change about age.
This summer while wearing shorts, tank tops and going barefoot, I began to notice that my legs and feet were starting to remind me of my dad. The skin seems to be thinning, and there are the same small white spots he had on the top of his feet. I am also reminded of my aunts Phyllis and Elna when I see my bunions increasing in size. The skin on my arms is beginning to look like the ladies from church that played a huge part in my formative years. Below is a card my niece sent me for my birthday. Notice the arms but don't ignore the joy!
One somewhat painful experience occurred when I rode my bike to the river to read and cool off. When I arrived, there were two young men fishing with their music blaring. I sat down a few feet away from them, and at no point was there any acknowledgement from them that I was even there. There was no looking over, no saying hello and no attempt to tone down the music. They also were using foul language almost continuously. It became clear to me that I was invisible. If I had been young and beautiful, it would have been a totally different outcome. So at that moment, it was crystal clear to me that I was no longer what humans consider "young". It was an eye opening experience for me which caused a few tears.
While spending time with Melody this summer, she was gently and lovingly touching my arms and commented that I had "old lady" skin. Kids can tell you stuff like that, and it's okay. It's a good feeling to begin to accept who you are and what stage of life you are in. We are only young for a short time, and trying to pretend we are young is not a good scenario.
There is a certain freedom in accepting your age and just being thankful that you are alive, healthy and loved. It's great being a grandmother and seeing the look of delight spread over the faces of your grandchildren when you arrive for a visit. It's great watching your children reach goals, be good parents and above all, be kind people. It's good to look back on all the moments of your life and be able to say that even though you made some mistakes, overall you have been a good person.
One of the fun things I did for my birthday was bowling with Tahnee, Ethan and Aubree. A couple weeks ago Melody drew a portrait of me which I think is beautiful and ageless.
Thought for the day: As we grow older, the beauty steals inward. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Summer, Where Art Thou?
Yes, been a long time again since I have made the time to sit and get some blogging done. In the meantime, summer has gone away, and now we are plodding through October on that slippery slope to winter once again.
It was a fun and busy summer so I guess that gives me some kind of excuse for not writing.
Here are a few things that happened:
Brian and I took a bike ride along the Red Cedar trail and stopped to refresh ourselves in the river.
Aubree spent her first week away from home at our house. She was here for a week. We had a good time, and ice cream was abundant! The ride back home was long and hot, but we made it. We read Cat in the Hat a few times and watched the cartoon so this is how we greeted Mom and Ethan.
I made a few batches of spaghetti sauce and tomato soup and built a fence.
I got to go grocery shopping with Aria and spend time with her at the water park. We also celebrated her 2nd birthday and spent time at Lacey and Jonathan's pool. As you can see in the photo, Ethan was all set to go swimming.
So that sums up the summer of 2014 and now life rushes onward as we approach 2015. I do wish it would slow down a bit, but chances are that is not going to happen!
Thought for the day: Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.” ― William Shakespeare
It was a fun and busy summer so I guess that gives me some kind of excuse for not writing.
Here are a few things that happened:
Spent the weekend at a cabin near Pelican Rapids MN with my family. The grandkids sure liked that sweet corn!
Aubree spent her first week away from home at our house. She was here for a week. We had a good time, and ice cream was abundant! The ride back home was long and hot, but we made it. We read Cat in the Hat a few times and watched the cartoon so this is how we greeted Mom and Ethan.
I made a few batches of spaghetti sauce and tomato soup and built a fence.
I got to go grocery shopping with Aria and spend time with her at the water park. We also celebrated her 2nd birthday and spent time at Lacey and Jonathan's pool. As you can see in the photo, Ethan was all set to go swimming.
So that sums up the summer of 2014 and now life rushes onward as we approach 2015. I do wish it would slow down a bit, but chances are that is not going to happen!
Thought for the day: Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.” ― William Shakespeare
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