My husband died of a brain tumor 19 years ago. This was one of his favorite sayings.
When I feel as though I’m in a slog-fest with bits, pieces or the entire world I remember this…. and him
Look at the statistics.
I mean really look at the faces behind the statistics.
Children go hungry,
It haunts me
So many moments I swore I’d never forget. When did they slip away?
The smell of a lover’s skin,
The anguish of a first love lost.
The enchantment of watching The Nutcracker Suite live for the first time.
Perhaps not lost, just momentarily misplaced.
Welcome back dear friends
It’s so easy to lose hope with all that is happening right now.
To feel abandoned and alone.
And then you discover a kindred soul also in search of hope.
With hope we will survive
It is in the small moments,
Blue skies, blooming roses,
The gentle pat on the back from a friend,
Mixed with service to others, Monday morning blahs, and gut wrenching heartbreak that all come together to create a life of meaning and joy.
Oh, and fresh strawberries eaten in the sunshine
When the going gets tough
The tough get going.
As many would tell you, it’s not my most endearing quality.
Unless you need me in your corner
Sometimes we get so caught in remembering the hurt people have inflicted on us we lose sight of everything else.
I’d rather spend my time remembering the honey sweet strawberries 🍓 eaten yesterday than the meanness lobbed my way over the years
Fresh strawberries are just starting to appear
Everything we do has a ripple effect.
For making things good.
For creating harm.
For building someone up or
crushing them like an insignificant bug.
Which side of history (even your tiny corner of history) do you want to be on?
What is your legacy?
Hopefully my legacy is one of hope
During an ice storm a few years ago a beautiful old weeping cherry fell over in the yard. I left the roots and fallen stump because there was beauty in the mossy bark and it was a perfect home for Buddha
Over the years the tree has started re-growing and the most amazing microcosm has formed. The leaves have aphids, which brings tiny black beetles who eat the aphids, which brings bushtits to eat the tiny beetles and aphids.
Bushtits are itty bitty little birds who happily twitter in the weeping cherry not a foot from my head and bring me great joy, for which I am grateful