My view point? An open heart. A quiet, peaceful mind. Acceptance of what is. Joy in that reality, even when its sad, because its life and that’s precious. Seeing the wonder in self, as well as the dark and loving self as a whole organism. Honoring others as self. Living with fortitude, bravery, willingness and gratitude. Witnessing others without need to change anything. Living like a willow. Bending, but not breaking and drinking deeply of the waters of life….
Today (I wrote this on Wednesday 13th) I sat at the diningroom table eating brunch and looking out over the world beyond my window….which was very different than normal. Today, the roof has dumped enough snow against the window that the view through the entire bottom sash is nothing but snow. Its not directly against the window. Its more of a little hill that looks like a sand dune with little drifts of sleet pellets and snow flakes and somethings in between all eddying and drifting over each other as they constantly pile against the window pane.
I sat and watched those little pellets of sleet rolls and shift and pile for a long while. It was hypnotic. The light was playing in the little balls of ice, sparkling and shimmering as they moved against each other. It captured my eyes and just utterly relaxed me. I thought of nothing but those moving ice pellets….
And then memories began to wash over me. Of 1978 when the snow was piling up like it is now. Only then it was all one storm. I remember getting up to breakfast and finding the snow piling against the sliding glass door that was beside that childhood dining table and watching the snow and sleep pellets do just exactly the same thing. And responding to it just the same way then.
That was a good day. My father was home from work that day. He played games with me. For the first time in my life.
I saw The Bucket List the other night. Excellent show. I think that Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson were both at their best. Very good story line about two men with cancer who meet in a hospital and end up making friends. At the end of their hospital stay, they are both diagnosed as terminal with about six months to live. They make a list of things they want to do before they die and run around the world doing just that. Its a great little story and I won’t spoil the whole thing by giving away too many details, but I will say that Jack employs his usual blisteringly sardonic sense of humor and Morgan’s quiet ways are just as enjoyable on screen. You’ll like it. I promise you.
I visited the home of the picturesque Portland Headlight which guards Portland Harbor. The Headlight is part of Fort Williams and was a favorite haunt of mine when my child was little. I adore going there. Lots of good memories for me. I took a young friend with me this time who is new to the area and doesn’t have a car yet. She was delighted and it was great fun to share the beautiful day with her. The lighting for these images is haunting. I hope you’ll enjoy it.
Hello All,
I’ve been working on a book for the past month, however now I’m having a relapse of a chronic illness.
I would like to ask that I be kept in your healing prayers and meditations.
Thank you and may also be blessed.
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