In the midst of attempting to sort, pack, discard, donate, re-pack…a song popped up: Crosby, Still, & Nash’s song “Wasted on the Way.” And as I sat there listening to the song, I realized how this piece of music from my past is so appropriate at this time of life (for any time of life). Continue reading “Wasted on the Way”
In a week or so, it will be 71 years since my parents left Europe to make the voyage to America. Since I have not been brave enough to do a similar commitment, I cannot state for fact how they felt. I can imagine excitement, trepidation, grief, regret, frustration, joy, anxiety, and a sense of adventure all playing havoc as they crossed the Atlantic in what I would today consider a very long voyage.
When I was 15 years old, our family moved to Europe for a year while my father taught at the University of Heidelberg in Heidelberg, Germany. Being a teenager, I did not appreciate the opportunity we had though there were many trips we took which made lasting impressions. For a high school student, however, it was more about the inconvenience I was experiencing being so far from our home in the States. In amazement I found the year passed faster than I anticipated amid trips to the surrounding countries. Continue reading “Right Under Our Nose”
“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is amazing how I can go through a year being busy, being frustrated, being excited, being tired…and not take a moment to sit quietly and express any gratitude for the time I share with others. Continue reading “Adventure Gratitude Moment”
Being one who has been blessed by home and hearth, waking up to a snow-covered world is wondrous. The stillness engendered by the blanket of white is refreshing to normal cacophony of sounds we generate every minute of every day. Living in the south, where snow is an unexpected guest (some consider it a welcomed guest, others a guest best seen on a postcard), the silence is even more profound. As every normal human busy-ness activity is ground to a halt.