Her Mother had just been diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer.
Treatment started right away. Continue reading “May 2017”
Tag: Lori Greer in Portland
Open arms…
Gosh, I would love to hug these little creatures and enjoy a warm embrace in return.
Cold metal. Brrr.
Social isolation is terrible. I see my friends on social media or from a safe distance.
I can’t give them a hug or sit beside them at lunch. Continue reading “Open arms…”
Play for the world
If you ever dreamed of playing for millions around the world, now is your chance. Play inside, play for the world. Nike Post on Instagram
Now more than ever, we are one team. #playinside #playfortheworld Nike on Twitter
Social distancing
“A beautiful day in the neighborhood” to quote Mr. Rogers.
It is good for the soul and body to venture out.
Let’s all hang in there “together” as best we can to care for one another and especially those most vulnerable during these trying times.
~Lori
An Optimist!
Italy has been on my shortlist of places to since my return from Europe in 2016.
Not in 2017, my daughter-in-law was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer a few months after giving birth to her first child.
Not in 2018, she was still fighting and I was caring for her and her baby.
Not in 2019, she was still fighting and I was caring for her and her toddler.
She died in late 2019. Continue reading “An Optimist!”
Because I’m worth it
I am trying to make every meal an “event” even if I am eating alone.
On second thought, especially if I am eating alone. Continue reading “Because I’m worth it”
OK LOVE
I am not sure what this means on the tag of a car I pass on my walk.
In my mind, I hear a husband saying to his wife, “Ok, love” whatever you want.
I don’t know if he is exasperated and defeated. Or, is he expressing his devotion?
I will never know. Continue reading “OK LOVE”
Sticker Shock
I buy cardamon in bulk from one of my favorite stores, New Seasons.
I love the fragrance and taste.
Running low, I added it to my grocery list.
Without thinking, I put a few large scoops in a plastic bag.
When I weighed it and saw the price, I was shocked.
It’s almost $50 per pound. Continue reading “Sticker Shock”
A simple breakfast
I awake early to a dark and cold house.
Downstairs, I flip the switch on the gas fireplace in my living room. I am rewarded with heat and light.
I keep the blinds closed. There is nothing inspiring about looking out into the dark. Continue reading “A simple breakfast”
We join spokes together in a wheel
~Foggy Lake Photo by Gabriela Palai/Pexel.com~
This is what I am thinking about this morning as I sit by the fireplace.
“We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.We work with being,
but non-being is what we use.”
— Tao De Ching
