Are you wondering why you are lost as to purpose, direction, and meaning? It's because you need to wander.
Life and love and loss can all be so very sad and yet there are little moments where there is something else too.
The temperature around here climbing on this first day of summer, it’s a rather odd time to be thinking about Christmas. Except for this.
“Life slipped through their fingers unlived,” bemoaned W. Somerset Maugham. Not so the guy on the dock this morning.
Normal is a code word for boring.
No lake. No lunch. And a lesson about life.
“All my possessions for one moment of time.”
She had gone through so much, and learned so much. Including learning to like peas.
Like rowing in winter settings, so loving and living in difficult conditions, it is best not to be alone.
Not only is the garden notable, but it is also a rare survivor to this very day of a wall, and a garden, that love built.
Dr. Seuss wrote of such a condition which he called “The Waiting Place.”
If loss is the lock, and grief is the gate, then who holds the key?
Sweeter than the realization of the dream, is the dream itself.
To make their lives beautiful, someone who lives to love them, that's what husbands – and grandpas who love grandmas - do.
That Valentine’s Day was to be our last.
It's hard to imagine something more beautiful, more awe inspiring, more joyful than this.
“I choose to make the rest of my life the best of my life.”
An ancient Hebrew proverb reads, “What is desirable in a man is his kindness,” the greatest ornament of human nature.
So many memories, so much love and laughter, tears and even death in this old house.
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A merry heart, while it appreciates things, knows far more importantly the value of life and of love.
Love that exhausts itself in the daily pursuit of the one loved, be it ever so inept and bumbling, is how I believe every beehive should be.
It is what we have experienced that becomes our drum roll of introduction for the opportunity that comes next.
I think love and life are like that. You find someone perhaps who others have passed by, discarded but precious.
"I asked my grown son if he wasn’t embarrassed to be seen in public holding his mother’s hand." And then she held his. For their last time.
Very possibly your script and mine are at this very moment being edited for purposes yet to be realized.
Losses require us, eventually, to take inventory of our lives.
To be the recipient of a just-because kind of a love on a just-because kind of a day, well, that’s love.
“The things that will be important to me at the end of my life need to be the things that are important to me today."
As surely as the wheels on the bus go round and round, there is within every human heart a story of sadness, of love, and of loss.
May our lives be as beautiful as the flower, and our legacy spread weblike as the leaf.
Two of them. Side-by-side, stalks intertwined, leaves like arms wrapped round the other, faces upturned as if so happy to be alive.
Flowers are beautiful whether we notice them or not. But then there's that one.
Oh, to have someone to love through the puddles of life!
Wherever born in this wide world, on top of whatever mountain we stand, wherever we travel in time or space, home is where we long to be.
Like a horse and carriage, Frank Sinatra sang, love and marriage go together. But what happens when we get the cart before the horse?
Found. What a wonderful word is that word found.
There was no time to die, but then she did.
To soar, all relationships need this one very significant, ‘dare-not-fly-south-without-it’ quality.
It’s the fairytale story of the wart-covered ugly toad – who was really a handsome prince - all over again.