Ring the bells

“Ring the bells that still can ring,

Forget your perfect offering,

There’s a crack in everything,

That’s how the light gets in.”

Leonard Cohen, Canadian Singer/Songwriter, Poet, Novelist

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Happy Birthday Son

~Photo by Ben Mack, http://www.oceanfeels.com/pexels.com~

Today is my son’s birthday.

I could tell many stories about him but this is a favorite.

He joined a year-round swim team the summer he was 12. He suffered from asthma and was a wheezy, underweight kid. We thought it would be good for him. It turns out we were right. (Score one for the parents!) By the end of the summer his breathing was so much better and he was less dependent on his inhaler.

Also at the end of summer was his first meet and he was swimming a 500 for his team. This means swimming the length of the 25 yard pool 20 times. It is a marathon especially for a beginner.

His swimming was much better after taking lessons and practicing all summer. Even so, he was no match for kids who  had been in the program since kindergarten.

The 500 started and the other kids literally swam laps around him and the event was over. The official told him he did not have to finish if he didn’t want to.

The other kids were finished but he decided to stay in the pool and finish the job.

The other kids and the parents all waited while this lone swimmer, this little skinny kid, swam back and forth to complete 20 laps. He finished.

He exited the pool to applause and cheers.

He didn’t win any medals that day. but he was a champion.

The Long Game

~Photo by Josh Soreson (joshsorenson.com)

When I was a teenager I thought my parents did not know anything of consequence. 

In contrast, I knew everything.  

Ah, what a rude awakening life can be.  Continue reading “The Long Game”

The long road ahead

~Photo Pixabay, Pexels~

Well, it seems Americans are in this mess for much longer than expected.

Most people I know are wearing masks and practicing social distancing.

But as with the proverial rotten apple…

It took awhile for it to sink in that life, as I have known and enjoyed it, will not return anytime soon.

The worst part is not seeing my two grandchildren ages 9 and 3.

I am glad that I was able to visit the 9-year old in February.

In fact, it was one of my best trips to Denver.

I last time I saw the 3-year old was at Thanksgiving in Alabama.  I went for her Mother’s funeral and stayed a few weeks.

She and I video chat but it is not nearly enough.

There is so much that I took for granted such as the availability of flights back and forth to Denver and Alabama.

A long road ahead, but not a never ending road.

Helping others

~Photo Lisa Fotios, http://www.pexels.com~

We have to help those in need regardless of our feelings about them. We feel good helping those we like or the people whom we think deserve to be helped. It’s harder but still essential to help the people who dislike us or resent us or are indifferent to us.*

I find this to be true and worth remembering as I consider my actions in helping others.

There is much to be done.

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*Where I read this, I don’t know. Sitting in my chair by my  fireplace reading and sipping coffee,  I was moved to record this thought but neglected to cite the souce. My apologies to the author.

Peace & blessings to all,

Lori

Google Gardening! Who knew?

~Pexels Markus Spiske~

I have a somewhat smart home…thermostat, doorbell, mesh wifi, and security system all from Google except for my August Smart Lock.

I can adjust my temperature, see who’s at my door, unlock the door… all from my phone. The security system gives me a lot of comfort.

Every month, I receive a Nest Home Report from Google.

It tells me how much energy I saved the previous month among with other useful information such as

Grow it Yourself

This month, we’re using leftover produce to grow new, healthy plants. Place leaves from celery or romaine into water on the windowsill, or plant potato skins or seeds from tomatoes into soil and watch it all grow.  ~Google 

I am going to try all four-celery, romaine, potato skins, tomato seeds- and see what happens.

I am a city girl but I can learn!

The Power of One…

I am heartened by the actions of people who try to make a difference.

My friend is waging a battle to save Powell’s Bookstore.

A source of pride for locals, Powell’s is no ordinary bookstore.  It is the grand dame of bookstores.

Continue reading “The Power of One…”

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

 

Unknown blessings…

Give thanks for unknown blessings that are already on their way.  ~Native American prayer

Blessings I know about.

  1. The love of family.
  2. The love of friends both near and far.
  3. My sweet dog Ginny.
  4. My good health.
  5. My warm house.

The unknown blessings will be a joy unexpected.

~Photo Lisa Fotios/www.pexels.com~

 

 

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.

~Photo Keenan Constance, http://www.pexels.com~

 

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.