Hmmm… I’m thinking!
I believe the strangest thing that happened to me was when I, as a preteen, bumped into a bee! My friend, Rita, was over that day. We were running around in my yard as kids do, either talking or singing, when zoom, a type of a bug flew right into us. I’m pretty sure it was a bee. Regardless, it was a buzzing kind of a flying insect, so perhaps it was a fly, or maybe it was just some smaller kind of flying bug. Either way, we survived, and the insect might have hung around a…
NO MORE DREAMING!! Hold on, I will still sleep, dream, and daydream! BUT, I will rest my ‘dreaming’ of this, that, and the other, and start ‘doing.’ I will make dreams come true.
I tend to ‘dream’ of what I want, a trip, a new sofa, the latest face cream, and so on. Though there is not anything wrong with dreaming of a desire or something that we want to do, a plan to put forth the dream is sometimes, with me, not implemented. …
I’ve worked on decluttering, minimizing possessions, and keeping what is most needed for some time now. I find myself repeating that I want to make space in homes or apartments where I’ve lived. I’ve been a bit of a gypsy with living quarters, between a divorce, change of jobs, or simply desiring diversity.
However, I realize that other parts of my life need some attention when it comes to space. It’s time to focus less on my minimal instincts and more on exploring the Universe. Oh, I’m not planning to go into orbit with the millionaires! …
“I want to be an example that it’s okay to grow old, get some wrinkles, and be comfortable with yourself,” I exclaimed recently during a long-over-do lunch date with two girlfriends. Our conversation ranged from eating healthy and exercising to aging and doing our best to stay looking as young as possible. The topics of breast implant surgeries and other cosmetic work were part of our discussion too.
A question that pops up more these days as I’m advancing in my 60’s decade is — Is it a priority to find ways to look or feel young? At times, I…
My mother gave me plenty of advice over the years. Some I used, some I didn’t….
Likely the same for many mothers and daughters! Ev gave me advice from the best way to draw something, for example, when I was little, to mothers’ tips when I had children of my own. She’d often share her way of doing something to make it easier than my way. Yes, that is a ‘Mother’ thing sometimes, but usually, it was easier than mine :)
Reflecting over some of her best advice, I realize I’m still using some of it, if not more of…
They hid every day,
Once or maybe even twice.
They’d disappear for quite some time,
No one knew why
To ask wouldn’t be very nice.
The ritual seemed never-ending,
Curiosity grew throughout the town
But all that changed when
The curtain they were hiding behind
Became torn and left wide open.
Working by soft pink roses
And waiting for the bloom of an orchard or two
Sunshine paints this room so bright
And gives cheers to my soul
From morning into night.
A brush of energy presents a feeling of color
Fanned lines from hues of springtime.
Once the orchard plant is in full bloom
I’ll smile at its purple and white petals
That’ll sparkle throughout the living room.
I’ll remember my uncle
As the man who proudly smiled
He posed for many a picture
Next to relatives and friends
Who shined along with him for sure.
Years ago, as a little girl,
He greeted me with bright smiles,
Some laughs and joking, very carefree
On his lunch, he’d stop in at Grandma’s,
Sat with us and ate homemade pasta e Fagioli.
I uttered to myself in my mind, ‘This may be the last time anyone is writing in this notebook log,’ as I logged in the day’s activities at what would be the last day I worked at my retail job, back in March 2020. As I closed up the small shop for the day, I wrote the usual info and notes for the next day’s salesperson. And I wrote my thoughts with something like, ‘I am not sure when anyone will write in here next.’
I often think about that with an eerie feeling. At that time, my state declared…