That’s Life
While taking Java for a walk, I saw an elderly woman standing at her trailer with her horse. I was wondering if there was a problem, but with Java in tow, I didn’t know how I could help her.
While taking Java for a walk, I saw an elderly woman standing at her trailer with her horse. I was wondering if there was a problem, but with Java in tow, I didn’t know how I could help her.
I have a post on Vision and Verb today about long-term versus new relationships and the power of stories that start with “Remember when…” Tomorrow I’ll be posted photos showing the transformation from snowy winter to spring?
Writing is like planting a garden and waiting for the emergence of something green. The one who plants is bent over the dirt. She takes off her gloves as they are stifling hot and place too much between her and the earth — rich, damp, and deep. She brushes a mosquito from her arm, leaving…
“They take pictures of climbers at the top of the mountain. They’re smiling, triumphant. They don’t take picture along the way, because who wants to remember the rest of it. We push ourselves because we have to, not because we like it. The relentless climb, the pain and anguish of taking it to the next…
It started out looking like a very depressing Labor Day weekend, without much to do to distract me from my divorce funk. But then, in steps Super Cousin A! Who, being the lovely person that she is, invited me out to the family cabin on Sunday. A and her husband and their now adult children…
It’s a tawdry affair, this love I have with Oboz, who cushioned my tootsies over rocky paths. Kept my feet dry when snow meltdown turned walking paths into streams. And protected my ankles from twisting when loose rocks and sand slid my feet into undesirable positions. Sadly now, the new love of my life sits idly…
On the drive from Arizona to our California destination, we passed by acres and acres of California wind turbines. Go wind energy! And, of course, more rocky slopes. California has been getting more rain than usual this spring and things are looking very colorful and lush. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it look so…
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That is so great you were able to help that woman. It always feels so good. Alot of people would have just kept on driving, and she could have been there for awhile!
I think it’s a gift we’re wired that way– that helping others helps us too. I’m glad t hear you sounding so up. Keep looking for the good stuff. 🙂
Mary, I wanted to thank you for the comment you left on my blog yesterday, and all the other ones, too. I don’t know why I’ve never made it over here before. Look at everything I’ve been missing! I’ll be back.
It’s great to hear you sound so positive Mary. I promise it gets better.
Good to sit and blog with you any time!!!
Glad that you could help that woman with her horse using your expertise!
I agree about not waiting for crises to be over to have fun. If we did wait, I think that we’d never have fun!
It’s very true that it’s best not to wait to enjoy what you can in life. It seems like there’s always something. I went back and read some of my journals over the last 10 years… what I discovered was that even though this is certainly a hard time in my life, I’m coping much better than I used to. I’ve gotten stronger in the midst of the pain and the uncertainity. Reaching out to others is always a great perspective shifter too. Life is too short to not enjoy the fresh air and a great cup of coffee. 🙂
You are really cookin’. Helping someone can make you feel great.
Linda of 7msn – thanks for stopping by. I enjoy your blog so much! Makes me want to live in New Mexico.
Linda of CA – Thanks for the comment. I avoid looking back at those old journals. Who was that person? So glad I’m not her anymore! I’m sure one of these days we’ll meet in person through my sis. Maybe we can jam!
Everyone else – Helping others, along with seeing things with new eyes, eyes that see all the great people (this means you) and experiences that surround me, is a true blessing.