Coffee gets me out of bed in the mornings — rich, full-bodied, black and hot.
Water gets me through the day — clean, cold and crystal-clear.
Red wine takes me through the evening — velvety, lush, heart-healthy and shared.
Yes indeed, life is good.
My life in liquids …
26 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in Miscellaneous, My Thoughts Tags: be real, coffee, happy stuff, life, love, water, wine
I don’t ask for much …
23 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: be real, beauty, happiness, inspiration, life, living, love, loving, relationships
"She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return." ~Starra Neely Blade
SaturYAY!
21 Apr 2013 10 Comments
in My Thoughts Tags: family, happiness, life, living, love, loving, marriage, relationships, time
It’s interesting to realize that even for two people who are without adult supervision and making it up every day as they go, the weekends still have their own special rhythm. Saturday mornings continue to hold the extra buzz of knowing the day is fully ours even before we open our eyes. The other days too, but the unique freedom of the weekend is imprinted on our psyches after all our years in the work force.
Saturday in good weather is a day for taking the recycle bins to the drop-off station … working in the yard … watching televised sports. But first comes The Breakfast – Kim’s unmatched rendition of eggs and hash browns, followed by a long soak in the hot-tub and nonstop free-wheeling conversation.
And then Sunday morning dawns. Sundays are full of music and books and walks, and all the conversation and laughter two people can share. Sundays are about feeling safe and quiet and loved. Sundays are so sweet that we find ourselves wanting to postpone Monday mornings! Silly us …
What counts …
19 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
Whatever your mindset, philosophy, religion or faith, most things can be reduced to this …
Speaking of tolerance …
18 Apr 2013 2 Comments
An observation: In my dotage, my willingness to suffer fools gladly, tolerate deliberate obtuseness, subscribe to another person’s take on truth, and tightly censor myself seems to be slipping away. I still remember how to do all that … I’m just losing my willing spirit. Life is too short for endless suffocating banality.
Another observation: The most annoyingly off-base people seem to possess not a shred of self-doubt.
And another: It does no good to harbor hurt feelings over the thoughtlessness of other people — they’re simply wrapped up in doing the same thing I am … living life. Okay, okay … so now we’ve come full circle. Maybe I should put on my adult-size girlie undies and deal with it.
The critic doesn’t count …
18 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
It isn’t the person who doesn’t like me that matters, their voice isn’t what I will listen to. Instead, I hear the whispers of those who love me … “Carry on.”
(from a wonderful shirttail cousin)
When it’s over …
17 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”
~Mary Oliver
Change is what life’s all about …
16 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/04/12/weekly-photo-challenge-change/
I can feel the mix of emotions experienced by the farm wife who, through the wonder of a time machine, finds herself standing in front of her former home — the one she watched her raw new husband build board by board, then furnished with the bare necessities of life and swept daily with a crude broom in order to keep the dust to a dull roar. I see her sending her stoic farmer for the mid-wife and birthing their babies in the same bed where they were made out of love and awkwardness-turned-to-familiarity. I see her well-tended garden gone to ruin and reclaimed by the elements. Her disbelief. Her chagrin. The ache in her heart. The incomprehensible change that overtook it all once she was out of the picture.
I see the change in my own life, moving from painful to sweet, that has brought me to the man who pulls off the highway, drives down a dirt road, and treks across a wheat field because he spots just the photograph I need for my blog.
I try to open-heartedly embrace change since I learned years ago that it’s what life’s all about. Once you get that far, it all becomes infinitely simpler to deal with.
Playing for Time 
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