During the day’s reflection, I pondered the completion of another trip around the sun and found myself standing on the threshold to another decade. It’s unfathomable I’ve moved through so many years. Yet, here I am.
…and the adventure continues!
Taking chances
Isn’t that what life is about?
Another journey around the sun.
Out with the old, In with the new
What does it mean to you?
The sun is shining, lighting up the land around me
Blue sky intensifying the colors of the day
A light breeze blows beckoning me outdoors
Just as the new year beckons me to throw aside caution
And enter with wild abandon into the unknown future
The future –
…another year older
…deeper understanding
…new challenges and adventures await
…refining or honing skills
…giving up unrealistic expectations
…savoring the gift of another day
…tenderly holding precious memories
…valuing relationships
…acknowledging more, the power of God’s love
…and learning how to walk more in this love
It is all a chance.
A chance I take willingly.
Out with the old, In with the new
What does it mean to you?
Traditions
Just the word evokes many thoughts
Different for each of us
Impact of these thoughts is equally dissimilar
Some individuals become melancholy
Others upbeat and joyful
The word suggests something one can count on
Yet in truth, traditions reflect change
My granny baked an abundant assortment of cookies
Enjoyed by all, with each of us having our favorites
I took my favorite and ensured it was made every year
Thus, my children were introduced to my favorite for the Christmas season
Then their children delighted in these same little delicate sweets
Each of these children have carried some traditions from my home to their own
Adding new twists and turns creating something unique for their families
No littles at my house for the holidays
Yet these little green trees still get pulled from the oven to be enjoyed by others
An adult grandchild, with children of her own
Requested her gift be a box of these cookies for her family
I smile
How my granny would be honored to know
These little gems she so readily baked
Are still being enjoyed five generations later
A tradition continues.
Drag containers from storage closet.
Items stowed away from last Christmas
Lie wrapped in tissue, carefully packed in these boxes.
Fire is crackling and flames dancing
In preparation of merriment.
With the opening of each box and the unwrapping of each item
Memories spring to mind.
All those years of exchanging ornaments reveal remembrances of friends and family.
I smile, as peacefulness fills my soul.
This tree during the holiday season represents my lifetime.
And what a lifetime it has been
Crossing oceans, living in multiple communities, moving more times than I can count.
Memories abound from each of these locations.
Yet it’s the friends which exist in all those habitations,
And our camaraderie that fills my life with encouragement and joy
Which I savor the most.
Ah, friends.
Years and physical distance may have us parted
But this evening you are here with me
Celebrating another holiday season.
Packed and prepared to leave
Blurry-eyed I grabbed my purse
Sat and buckled in.
Relative quietness hung upon the town.
Entering the freeway
Ribbons of white or red lights
Streamed down the roadway.
Who would have known so many
Would be on the road long before light?
Dawn presented first signs of the day to come.
Heavy clouds hung on the mountain tops.
Light peaked through revealing the foothills
beneath the shrouded peaks.
Spots of pink adorned the clouds.
Traffic intensified.
At times its pace was a crawl
Resembling more of a parking lot than streamers.
Drawn back to the coast—
We stand on the rocky shore
Listening to the crashing waves
Watching sea lions bob and play
Surveying crumbling walls
Succumbed to an earlier hurricane.
The air, the light, the beauty of the sea
on such a day as this.
To town we travel
Where we traipse from one art shop to another.
Early dinner on Main Street, then off to the lodge
Where we enjoy a hot drink, a fire and live entertainment
With other guests of the establishment.
We fall into bed, drifting off to sleep.
Morning comes.
Opening the shutters, I find the marine layer
And local ecology all decked out in preparations for
Halloween.
Allow me to celebrate with you, my friends…
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…about friends
I’ve found myself often thinking of friends and recognize how much I appreciate them.
Friends, you are a blessing to me.
I saw this posted on a board at an art gallery. There was no name associated with it. The words ring true in my life, and I hope they will in yours as well.
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I write for freedom – freedom from expectations; to gain freedom or clarification about events that have happened. I write when I’m happy or overjoyed about some happening or circumstance. I write when I’m lonely and find comfort in visiting another place or time. Sometimes I write because the words are overflowing in my mind and I need to sort them out. Other times I write because something needs to be said to another that is too important to just say and then have it vanish into thin air. I write because words are important to me!
The following piece is something from 2009. Enjoy! And please share your reactions.
Closet Writer Breaks Out
The closet writer is on the loose. She could be anywhere! You may not recognize her for what she is. She appears as any woman you might pass on the street. She enjoys life and lives it to the fullest. She has a family, a day job and could be participating in any life experience. Yet, she’s the one who writes long descriptive letters to friends and family members. Sometimes it’s easier to put her thoughts down in words than to speak them.
Her secret dream is to be a writer. She won’t tell you she’s a writer even though she spends many hours of her day writing. She harbors some fear associated with sharing this, thinking others may judge her. Yet, you will find her busy at night scribbling in her journals, or sneaking away for a few minutes here and there with pen in hand or laptop in tow. The words quickly fill the page and the journals are tucked away.
The lock has broken. Her time has arrived. She has come out of the closet. Her words are no longer a secret – nor are they hers alone anymore. Be aware! She’s out there. She’s watching and she’s writing. She may innocently cross your path and her words may cause you to pause and rethink your position on something, or make you remember some forgotten memory. She may create the opportunity for you think beyond what you formerly held as truth. Or the story she wrote may sound like it’s yours. She could be anywhere. You have been warned. Should you have the opportunity to ask her why she writes, she would tell you, “I write because it sets me free. I have words overflowing in my mind and I need to sort them out. Other times I write because I have something to say to another that is too important to just say the words and have them vanish into thin air. I write because words are important to me.”
The Big Adventure is now available on Amazon. This is a fun story which can be used to open the door for discussing feelings associated with trying new things.
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