As I was walking out the door this morning for an 8:30 appointment, my phone rang.
It was my 3-year old granddaughter calling for a video chat.
Of course I took the call. I was prepared to be late or miss my appointment.
A minute later her sweet little face popped up on my screen. Continue reading “Little Girl in Distress”
Be pretty if you can, witty if you must, but be gracious if it kills you. Elsie de Wolfe
Elsie de Wolfe lived and died a long time ago.
Her words are timeless. Continue reading “But be gracious”
Last minute grocery shopping for Thanksgiving.
Her first Thanksgiving without her Mommy.
A bright, feisty,adorable, inquisitive, strong-willed three-year old.
My heart breaks when she talks about Mommy being in Heaven.
As we went around the table at Thanksgiving to share what we were each thankful for, she loudly affirmed that she was grateful for her Mommy.
It is good that she still feels the love of her Mother.
Her little face shines with the radiance and faith of an innocent child.
My sweet granddaughter who has my heart.
Give thanks for unknown blessings that are already on their way. ~Native American prayer
Blessings I know about.
The unknown blessings will be a joy unexpected.
While my daughter-in-law was fighting for her life, my life was on hold.
For over for three years.
I could not commit to anything.
I was always ready to help when needed.
Now that she has passed, I have the freedom to plan a trip, enroll in a course…fun things.
But, I have no energy and very little interest.
Life is out of focus.
I know that this will pass.
But, for now I am in the throes of making it through each day.
I am walking and walking and walking.
I am working at my job.
I do yoga most days.
I try to meditate but with little success so I listen to classical music.
I cook dishes that require lots of dicing and slicing.
I clean out closets and drawers.
I am treading water waiting for my energy to return.
Treading water doesn’t move me closer to shore but it beats sinking.
Am I treading or flailing about?
Note to self. Not very well-written. I will do better when my feet touch bottom and I can stumble to shore.
I felt it shelter to speak to you. ~Emily Dickinson
Thank you, my friends, for your kind and loving words at the death of my daughter-in-law.
I read them all and was comforted by them.
They were a shelter, a safe place to grieve.
Thank you for being with me.
If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough. Meister Eckhart 1260-1328 Christian Theologian
Before we had children, my husband and I argued about emigrating to Canada.
I did not want to raise my children in the U.S. in the 1980s because I did not like our military industrial culture.
That was before the mass shootings and outrageously expensive health care came on the scene. Continue reading “The American Way…”
Magic on a sunny afternoon.
Kids by the local ice cream store Salt & Straw.
My dog Ginny being petted and fussed over by these little kids.
Notice where her attention is fixed.
A sweet moment that made me smile.
I hope it does the same for you.
Lori
Lori Greer in Portland 