a featured piece is relaxing with friends over an extended dinner, candlelight flickering, sharing stories with no consideration of the passing time.
summer storm
This fall, we are going to do things differently; maybe that is the one certainty. It may be hard to plan. We may have little control over the outcome, but maybe that isn’t so different after all.
different pomp, new circumstances
Although I feel more comfortable using words, recently I have spent the bulk of my time creating a video for our son who will graduate virtually next Sunday. It is humbling to admit that my painstakingly slow efforts could have been realized quickly by anyone among the graduating class, but I know there will be less pomp this year, given the circumstances, so I decided to do something a little more. I intended the video to be a gift to our son, but what I discovered in the process is the incredible joy that our son’s life has given me.
jet plane
I woke up this morning humming the tune, “Leaving on a Jet Plane” and it wasn’t hard to figure out why John Denver’s 1966 song had found its way into my subconscious. Wouldn’t it be great to take a little break? “All my bags are packed. I’m ready to go.” A change of scenery would do me wonders. Virtual Zoom backgrounds and scenic routes offered on my stationary bike screen are nice, but I could really use some time away.
love rising
In the middle of great turmoil, there is always great love.
corona connection
At times like these, we put politics and differences aside to care for each other. We do that well. We always have.
muddled
With no set plan, we haphazardly stumbled upon treasures: a leopard, five white rhinos and a baby giraffe, as well as small giggles and connections with each other that might have been missed.
thank you, mom
Over time, I settled into my new role as Mom, and when I wasn’t thinking about or reacting to our children and their many needs, I began to consider my own Mom.