There’s Something About Tears
If you are grieving, don't be afraid of your tears.
Take a Hike!
Hiking now brings back happy memories and time for contemplation. Most of the time I enjoy it, but I must confess, I’m happier when I reach the summit and not while I’m huffing and puffing up the trail.
Mountain Tops
Just last month, I climbed the mountain for the eleventh time. It wasn’t any easier, even though I’d summited it ten times before. The rocks seemed bigger. I carefully picked the safest and steadiest one. I had to work on my breathing as I climbed. I wanted to stop, sit down, rest, and not go any farther. But I wouldn’t have seen the glorious view at the top. I would have missed high-fiving my two grandsons, my daughter--now forty years old.
Super Bowl–Seahawks–Steelers–Patriots
I've been on Earth long enough now to know how quickly the years pass.
Hope—Very Real
My life is good, but I still need to be reminded of where my hope lies. I also read, "Cease striving and know that I am God." I learned that "striving" means sink down, let drop, relax. Sometimes I don't relax very well.
Traveling Internationally
I just returned from my first international flight alone. My heart squeezed in sadness and memory as a couple held hands and the husband kissed his wife
More Steps Moving Forward
I needed to process things for a time, then decided it was time for a change. So I did it.
Cleaning and Organizing–A Different Kind of Grief
Moving forward in life and even in my grieving process has its highs and lows.