Monday, August 27, 2007
I usually have trouble sticking to things in my leisure world. In the responsible aspects of my life, I am dreadfully loyal. Committed. Period.
I have tried to keep this blogging alive!!!!! It has almost been a year! Hooray! It has really served me well. I have written over 155 passages. I know some have been dry, boring or negative but others have been really fun to write, healing in nature and just plain old good for the soul.
Raise your mouse pad to me for sticking to it! YAY!
Monday, August 20, 2007
dew worms everywhere
sunlight peeking through the windows
cool, breezy afternoon
a simmering sauce on the stove filled with fresh herbs from our garden
a perfect cup of coffee warms my hands
baseball game on the television
my to-do list has all been checked off
husbands are like comfort food most of the time
a quiet telephone
open windows and blowing curtains please me
a baby awakens from his nap
I am at home on a Sunday afternoon with my family.
Monday, August 06, 2007
My sister and I have shared the same feeling lately. A sense of dread, loss and grief. A sense that our grandmother is ready to move on from this lifetime. She has been making comments lately that she is ready to go and be with her husband and her body is growing tired. Her fiest and spirit has followed her well into her 80's and I don't hear it anymore. I hear a woman who has made peace with her own passing. To write this is most difficult. I well up with a thousand or more tear drops but something tells me to keep writing.
We (my family) have a job to do. It is our duty to help her along this path. Her journey of life has been fulfilled and we must stand behind her and give her the strength, the love and the courage to find her way home.
In the meantime, there are still many stories to listen to, hugs and laughter to share. We must savour the present because we know the inevitable time will come, when we have to say good bye.
I remember at her 80th birthday party, we went swimming. She was as light as a feather and laughed wholeheartedly when I asked her to let me carry her around the pool. I swished her around in the water like I remember her doing to me when I was a child. The irony of it all.
The cycle of life.