Hi my friend,
Yes it’s been too long and I have no excuse. I feel like the state of our country has become so markedly different than anything reminiscent of a democracy. I race from one thought to the next, without a brake. Thoughts converge into some unappealing casserole. I’ve been thinking of hanging up my blog – for no other reason than feeling I’ve got nothing to say. Emotional impotence doesn’t foster enthusiasm; it sure makes one feel unsteady. And that has little to do with what I wanted to say. I recently finished a book ‘Finding Grace’ by Loretta Rothschild, and yes there’s a happy ending, though there was a lot in there to cry about as well. At the end of the story a character defines love.
Not too much to love these days – yet within the context of Rothschild’s words, there is far more than I realized. I have to put a little more hope in my day-to-days and recognize the exquisite moments that just happen without fanfare. And there’s the soppy side note, that Andy and I celebrated our 33rd wedding anniversary (though if we had gotten it right the first time, we’d be celebrating our 43rd). And so we celebrated love. The days, the months, the years that feel like they’ve moved faster than the speed of light. That’s where we find it – irresistible moments that deserve some attention.
Anyway, I offer up this beautiful excerpt – I took her words to heart – how can you not?
”But love wasn’t measured by endings. It was every cup of coffee, broken broiler, empty crisp packet and train ride. It was every hangover, stubbed toe, high temperature, nasty splinter and burned tongue. Every morning cuddle and blunt pencil. Every kiss good night, every lost key, sore throat, afternoon nap and sip of tea. Every birthday, hot shower, cold swim, paper cut, chesty cough, mosquito bite and bee sting. Every lost bookmark, orgasm, funeral, traffic jam and bite of cake. Every missed flight, snarky comment, haircut and unmade bed. Every first step, endless holidays, mediocre film, sunrise and poo-bag. Every missed connection, miscarriage and uneventful walk. Every wobbly table, broken heart, treasured photograph and lingering kiss. Every wedding, toothache and waiting room. Every school drop off. Every single day.”
The rhythm of life, the basis upon which love is built. I needed the reminder and perhaps you do too. Whether to blog or not too blog is a question for another day. Right now in this moment, there is love.
mimi
Waiting for the Karma Truck 
That quote is exquisite — all of the details are so beautifully expressed. Such a down-to-earth capturing of a marriage and a life. Thank you for this. I have no doubt this post has helped others more than you know. xo
I can spend a whole lot of time and energy about the dilution of our democracy (as you know). To push these moments – many of which may seem unremarkable – to the background as my head splits with anger and fear is to do a disservice to myself. My hunch is that a lot of people feel similarly.❤️
This is a confusing time that can suck the energy right out of you. It’s good to remember that there are still wonderful things happening in our own lives, no matter how small.
Exactly, Kate – the feelings of connectedness and calm is supplanted with a whole lot of stress..
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Thank you for this reminder. I needed this today. Just w-a-y too much happening
Right there with you Wendy. I feel more Iike a repository for anxiety and stress than anything else. It’s good to ‘see you’ again, and hope you’re well.
I pray joyful expectation for you, dear Mimi….for supernatural vision to see beauty and hope. Attached is a marriage-love to hopefully cheer your precious heart. Happy belated Anniversary https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17EcERaer1/Love,Carrie
Hi Carrie! I couldn’t pull up the link, but I am happy to hear your voice. I hope all is well with you, Doug and the family..
A beautiful excerpt you’ve left for us. I can relate to your words as well
Thank you so much!
My pleasure
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Thank you Paul…
These sentiments are a balm to the soul, sweet friend, and a potent reminder that we must double down on remaining open and mindful of gratitude in these trying times. Like you, I am tied in knots but the current state of worldly affairs, but I also know I am blessed in MANY ways. Must not lose sight of that, despite the tumult around us….
I agree – I just can’t say I’ve resolutely doubled down so that i can feel the good things. But I’m trying..
Ohhh, I am a FAR CRY from mastery, lovey, trust you me, but I *am* trying. Don’t know what else to do….xo
I’m right there with you both ladies… Struggling to stay positive… Fortunately things are always changing, and I have to hope that eventually some changes will be positive. That’s what keeps me going. Blessings to you both. 🙃 -Paul.
I hope you’re right, Paul. I hope those changes reflect movement to our democratic process once again…
You made me smile today…sending love back.
and you brought a smile over here..❤️
Thank you Dave 😊🤞🏼
It was so good go see a post from you in my emails this morning, life is hard for many in your country and well as other countries and all one can do is take life on day at a time. Love can help and make a difference
Hi Joanne, thank you for your kind words and thoughtfulness. I agree – love can make a huge difference. Compared to the struggles of others, I have silent worries – with the understanding that there are thousands who are in need and to be able to write a blog without sensorship is a gift. Our job is to cherish and dial back any hubris…
I love this missive on love and whether you celebrate 33 or 43 years, no matter, you have love to celebrate, with all of its messiness, I believe that is part of it, not consecutive years on a calendar perhaps, but going away to learn. more and coign back to it, a bit wiser, a bit humbler, perhaps and more realistic. perhaps it’s the same with a blog