Sunday, October 2 Last night I hugged my dad and hugged my brother. Sissy made no-churn ice cream and homemade cinnamon rolls to see us off. The colors are changing, and we are changing. I wonder when we’ll see fall again. Our daughter needs us home. She’s exhausted (as we all are), and friends […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 1 #SouthFloridaBound
Saturday, October 1 It’s been raining for three days. Muddy waves churn from the newly dug drain field in the side yard. I’m wearing a Tshirt when I meet D at the airport. I take along a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and a jacket. He changes in Bob Evans’ restroom. His blood has […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 31: Laugh or Die
I did it! Except for getting behind a couple of times and having to quadruple days once, I caught up and completed this series. I’m now 31 days older now, and I don’t care. I’ve learned that living too much in the past gets old and worrying too much about the future steals hope. That […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 30: When You’re Feeling Weathered and Worn
I saw her for the first time today. She’s sat there for probably 150 years, and I’ve passed her by 150 times–or more. I don’t know what caught my eye on this gray misty day. I don’t know what forced me to halt the Journey half on road, half in ditch and gaze on her […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 29: Planting and Harvest
This is what is happening in our field (and will continue late into the night) while Hurricane Sandy slams the east coast. We’re expecting her to visit here later after most of her fury is spent. Our world here is all pink and gold and peaceful while the storm rages elsewhere. “Don’t be misled: No […]
Scripture Sunday: When You Brood Over the Length of Your Life (Day 28)
After looking at the way things are on this earth, here’s what I’ve decided is the best way to live: Take care of yourself, have a good time, and make the most of whatever job you have for as long as God gives you life. And that’s about it. That’s the human lot. Yes, we […]
Still Saturday: For When We Can’t Afford to Stop (Day 27)
“I’d venture that most of your precious memories occurred in spontaneous moments when you were paying attention to the present. We’re created for more than work. Our value is so much more than what we do. “In short, we’re designed to require rest and to crave beauty. Even our Creator rested and observed a […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 26: When You Fear You Have No Voice
I used to sing in a 100-voice choir, though it wasn’t that big when I first joined. I knew how to read a little bit of music because I’d taken a whole year’s worth of piano lessons. But I didn’t know how to make my voice create the notes. So I suspect I started […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 25: Never Too Old
What dream are you afraid to dream? What goal are you afraid to set? If you’re feeling too old to dream, why don’t you pop over here and read about Margaret? She just got a college scholarship to the University of Michigan and drives her antique Roadster to classic car shows. Wait until you see […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age – Day 24: Counting
A new day stretches, and the sky wraps me soft like a baby blanket. The air breathes damp and gentle against my face, sighs into my hair. The cracked concrete of the driveway apron is still wet from the rain, and my children’s small handprints are barely visible in the eroding. Yet Lake Abby spreads dry […]
