This thoughtful photo of Georgia O’Keefe in her advanced age, with this heading, could well be me. And, yes, I have been waiting to be myself again. Not just for the summer, but I can only hope that as heat and humidity scuttle away, some…
Anni's kind and loving email made me think about the bonds we have with the people in our lives, how they are formed and how they affect us both consciously and subconsciously.
When my aunt opened up about her past, she told me emphatically “I want the truth to be known.” This will be part of her legacy. Sadly, my father passed away on March 5th. The book is also a legacy to him.
My last Rumination dealt with time passing. Nostalgia. And regrettable, yet inevitable, lost connections. I didn’t know what was coming next. We never do, do we?
The new year was gliding along, mostly smooth with a hint of ripples. And then a tsunami blew in as a reminder that we are not in control.
I have often sat and wondered how much of our humanity we will lose in order to live/survive within our rapidly advancing technological world.
I waited impatiently for the big night and watched the snow clouds pile high in the frigid sky, alternating between wishing for the beauty of snowfall and a clear night to accommodate us on our quest for the perfect tree.
Time had little meaning; only the essence of the moment seemed important. But all wonderful things come to an end, or they would lose much of their loveliness—it’s the contrast that is delicious.
Döstädning is the “gentle art of Swedish death cleaning” as defined by Margareta Magnussen in her book titled the same.
I believe we write because words are eternal. Our written thoughts offer a type of validation of a life.
The next time you feel a strong aversion, or a gut punch at the thought of dealing with something, check in with fear. Give it a precise definition and slide it into the background.
All of us have one. Some are more active than others. When you think of a monkey what comes to mind is a chattering and noisy little creature that can’t stay still or be quiet (unless it’s sleeping. Maybe). Think about the last time you fretted about something.
Occasional thoughts on just about anything.