Help me out here, Einstein

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When I consider that Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for over 24 years, I think what a long time that was.  It seems inconceivable.

When I consider that my husband died at 58 years it does not seem nearly long enough. A life cut short. Continue reading “Help me out here, Einstein”

Hello Beautiful Day*

The day of my husband’s funeral the sun was shining.

The sky was blue with little wisps of clouds.

The air was crisp.

It was a beautiful day.

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Thoughts…

 

Tragedy and I are old friends.

I have dealt with tragedy before.

This is what I know.

It is hard everytime.

The road may be different but pain always shows its face.

People can be wonderful.

People can be  cruel.

People can be clueless. Continue reading “Thoughts…”

Life is short…

When I was a child the days were endless. Life seemed to stretch forever.

I could hardly wait to start high school, wear makeup, drive, be on my own.

Now decades later, time is  flying past.  The days are never long enough. The years whiz  by.

Although I remember lots of things from my life, in general the past often feels like a blur.

It’s funny what we do remember.

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Finding Grace in a Grilled Ham & Cheese

“But when from a long distant past, nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remained poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering , in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.”   excerpt from Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust. Continue reading “Finding Grace in a Grilled Ham & Cheese”

Ce petit cadeau

 

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Francois’ card with his gift from the Flea Market in Paris.

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Thoughts on Brussels…

John Donne

John Donne, 1572-1633

For Whom the Bell Tolls

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were:

any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind,

and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”

Our thoughts and prayers to the people of Belgium.

I’m a Crybaby Today!

I hope you don’t mind reading a tear-stained post.

I am crying right now…not sniffling, but crying, need to blow your nose crying.

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Why take your life?

On November 3, I posted “Cherish One Another”.  It was inspired by my friends’ lovely wedding reception. Continue reading “Why take your life?”

Playa Cerrado

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Cabo

Feeling a little sad tonight as I enjoy my last night in Cabo. It has been a wonderful, leisurely week with walks on the playa, cervazas by the pool, siestas, and peace.

“Playa Cerrado” means the beach is closed but it doesn’t have to mean that the wonderful times are coming to a close.  I plan to keep the spirit of my Cabo experience with me. Continue reading “Playa Cerrado”