Is there anything more delicious than lightly salted pistachios?
I admit, I am addicted.
I love most nuts and finding pistachios shelled is heaven.
The slight touch of salt is perfect. Continue reading “To Catch a Thief”
Unknown blessings…
Give thanks for unknown blessings that are already on their way. ~Native American prayer
Blessings I know about.
- The love of family.
- The love of friends both near and far.
- My sweet dog Ginny.
- My good health.
- My warm house.
The unknown blessings will be a joy unexpected.
At the end of another day
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.
November 11, 2018: One Hundred Years Ago and Great-Uncle Earle
Beautifully written post on WWI
A re-post from Remembrance Day 2018.
At the 11 hour of the 11 day of the 11th month, I will observe a minute of silence in remembrance.
One hundred years ago, on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, the guns fell silent in No Man’s Land – the end of the “war to end all wars.”
On October 31, 1917, during the Second Battle of Passchendaele, my great-uncle Earle went missing, presumed dead. His body was never found. His brother, Grover, survived the war, returning home in 1918. On a foggy night, eight years later, he and my great-grandfather died when their wooden schooner was sliced in two by a metal-hulled steamer. A family grave marker commemorates both events.
Wooden sailing ships and metal steamers meeting in the fog: an adept analogy for World War One?
Sites I’ve been visiting lately regarding World War One:
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I felt it shelter
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.
Traveling Mercies
The Only Prayer
If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough. Meister Eckhart 1260-1328 Christian Theologian
Tuesday, 9.24.2019
Hello friends,
I am currently the daily caretaker for my terminally-ill daughter in law.
She is at home in hospice care.
Our days go on mostly unchanged.
Soup du Jour?
This sign outside a restaurant in Whistler B.C made me laugh.
But, I think I will pass…
Although I do drink wine I find myself leaning more and more to sparkling water.
It’s cheaper, fewer calories and doesn’t alter my mood. Continue reading “Soup du Jour?”
The American Way…
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…”
Lori Greer in Portland 