We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~Thornton Wilder
It’s November, Thanksgiving time, when many are grateful for family being together at the traditional holiday feast. I wonder how much of the time we actually focus on giving the thanks, or reliving wonderful memories of thanksgiving rituals in our families of origin, or acknowledging the gratefulness we feel about our lives at this moment.
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I wanted to see my 8-year old grandchild, Tea, play ice hockey. Today was the day I figured I’d try to do so. According to the schedule provided me, the weekend scrimmage was at 8:30 am at the Olympia Ice CEnter, Rink #3 about 5 miles away.
In my mind, the hardest part of doing something new is getting started. Knowing that, my strategy is to lower my expectations and just DO IT. So, this morning I launched into the unknown, Continue reading
Before you get discouraged at the title of this blog, accept it as true, for all of us. My intention is not to be morbid. But as I continue to muse along my way and track my journey as an elder, this post is something I couldn’t have written yesterday, so I’m just deciding to record my eureka moment and see if I can make sense of what’s going on.
I’ve been wondering why so many tears have been flowing over the last several months, particularly in moments when I am “trying” to exercise and having a tough time moving my body. Yesterday, I had my Aha! A possible reason for those tears. I think I’m facing my mortality. And grieving the death march in which I am participating. I am dying.
While that possible explanation rings true, it surprised me. I thought this was handled. Continue reading