Posts Tagged "life"

A New Journey to Dementia

»Posted by on Oct 21, 2019 in Blog | 0 comments

It has been a rough couple of weeks. I’m sure you all can relate. Too much to do, too many places to go. For us, we moved ourselves and then a week later moved my elderly parents. Our whole family is now closer which is wonderful – but getting here was killer. We are beginning a new journey of dementia. I need peace. Driving down the road on a crisp, fall, sunny morning, I felt tired; emotionally and physically. I glanced at the craggy mountains that surround our little Central Washington valley. Sunlight glistened off a fresh new dusting of snow. Snow? In October? It was beautiful and took my breath away. Nature spoke. “I lift up my eyes to the hills– where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. indeed, he who...

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Change Happens

»Posted by on Mar 6, 2019 in Blog, Personal Stories | 0 comments

Change happens. No matter our situation in life there are always moments and passages of change that affect us. Sometimes change comes and hits us over the head like the strong man hammer at the carnival. It totally rings our bell! But, sometimes change quietly sneaks in and softly slides into the vacant seat next to us on the bus. It is so subtle we almost don’t notice it. Yes, change happens in various and different ways for each of us. It can be brought on by outside forces beyond our control, or it can be the result of our own choices and decisions. Either way, what happens next when we are face-to-face with change is what shapes and defines who we are. Maya Angelou says, “If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your...

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Plague of the White Rabbit

»Posted by on Apr 3, 2018 in Blog, Personal Stories | 4 comments

Authors note: Obviously, I am still struggling to take my own advice. I originally wrote this over a year ago and am just now getting time to post it. Note to self…need more time balance! Lately, my life is consumed with the plague of the white rabbit. Meaning, I am pretty much always shouting, “I’m late. I’m late. For a very important date.” Or task. Or deadline. No matter how fast I move; how many things I cross off my task list; no matter how late I go to bed and how early I get up, it seems there is always more that needs to be done. When did our lives get so hectic?  You would think with an overabundance of technology and time saving tools and appliances at our very fingertips, we would have time to lay around basking in a life of relaxing, memorable moments...

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Dandelions and Daydreams

»Posted by on Jul 17, 2014 in Family Treasures | 4 comments

Dandelions and Daydreams

Here Grandma…I picked you some flowers. It’s the voice of my five year old grandson as he comes running in from playing outside. I look up from my computer knowing full well that the flowers will be bright yellow with pointy pedals. The stems will be gangly and long with very few leaves. The stems will either be picked too short, or so long that they are broken from being held too tight. Do you love them, Grandma? Yes, I do. Just as I loved them when your mother was little and your Uncle before her. And just as I love you for bringing them to me. As I place the flowers in a vase, I am taken back to so many other dandelions that have sat on my windowsill over the past thirty years that I have been a mother. I feel so blessed by the “flowers” that my children have...

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Spring on Tanglewood Farm

»Posted by on Apr 10, 2014 in Blog, Heartfelt Treasures, Personal Stories | 1 comment

Spring on Tanglewood Farm

Authors note: The following story was written as an assignment at a recent writers retreat weekend. The assignment was to create a short story following a specific 8 paragraph format. The story had to have a specific beginning and end with some type of emotion or tension. I was very happy with my final product and wanted to share it with you today. cn Spring is my favorite time of year on the farm. Flowers burst open announcing a fresh new season. They spread open their pedals to welcome the warmth of the spring sun. Song birds return home to build their nests and birth a new generation of performers. Frogs climb out of the mucky warmth of their muddy hibernation to sing a new song that fills the evening air with a calliope of music. I love Spring on the farm. On...

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