What does thirty years mean to you? If we look at it in terms of math-10,950 days, 262,800 hours, and 15,768,000 minutes. And yes, I did the math. Just don’t ask me to show my work! And while those huge numbers give a little sense of the time that has passed, they don’t quite do justice.
For me, a lot of ground has been covered in thirty years. It began with what I like to call a rescue. My life was a mess when I met Gart. I suppose he could say the same. But he found me, and that was that.
We were both ready for a commitment. That decision covered seven cities, one apartment, and seven houses. It also brought new jobs and a long list of friends.
What result are we most proud of? Three grown children and one beautiful daughter-in-law. Each of them is their own person. Each with their own gifts. Each holds kindness and the ability to accept others where they are.
Well, tomorrow is our official thirty-year anniversary. It is also the day before our first granddaughter’s due date. How appropriate. The beginning of year thirty will be celebrated while waiting on the birth of this new little person we already love.
Constantly bombarded By outside sources A cunning attempt To create doubt Are you happy with your appearance? Wouldn’t you like to be thinner? Don’t you want to look younger? If those wrinkles Around my eyes And in the corners Of my mouth Are tracing the years Of laughter and tears Why would I erase them? If my body is Telling the story Of birthing three children Loving the same man For more than thirty years And knowing the grief of loss Why would I not let it speak? I am a journey Of experiences And emotions Spilling out Along the road For others to see No apologies Only grace Accepted And shared
As we were planting flowers today, my husband reminded me that I used to be a kid. In other words, it was ok to dig in the dirt. He’s right.
When I was a kid, I loved being outside. Playing kickball, basketball, riding my bike, and digging in the dirt. Only after practicing piano and violin, of course.
Well, I may not enjoy it quite as much as when I was a kid. But, the results are worth the sweat and sore muscles. Especially when we are working together.
Much of last week felt heavy. Saturday, I was thankful to spend time writing with my friend, Ali. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/ What a treat! I wrote the following poem during our time together. It seemed like the perfect choice for Simply Sunday. Hope you enjoy it! ❤️
Hold My Hand
Where were you in my yesterday? Where will you be in my tomorrow? A thought A smile A memory Today, you may Very well Hold my hand And that is A beautiful thing Even if only For a moment Sometimes A moment is All that is needed To carry us Into tomorrow- Where was I in your yesterday? Where will I be in your tomorrow?
Space Between
Seems vast
Both in distance
And significance
One nearby
Easily seen
But often
Overlooked
The other
Requiring
Near perfect
Conditions
For clear
Viewing-
Which holds more sway?
That far-away star
Or your crooked smile-
Guess it depends
On who you ask
Secret O’ Life by James Taylor ~Kelley Morris, piano
Einstein said he could never understand it all. Planets spinning through space; the smile upon your face.
Heaviness weighs Body and soul But my brain? The exact opposite- I seem to be In a sort of Chicken and egg Scenario Wondering Which came first? Sleeplessness Sadness Grief, tears Spiraling Anxious Thoughts- I suppose It doesn’t matter Which came first We are all in this Together- My eyes My body My brain My heart And thankfully, you Right beside me Reminding me To breathe As my tears fall On your shoulder
Joy filling The vastness Of desert skies Sadness Sinking To the depths Of ocean floors Strength Standing Gracefully On the horizon As the sun Continues To rise and set
This Sunday, I am thinking about my sweet mom. She is strong and determined to keep going. And I am so very proud of her. ❤
A day filled With family Young and old Enjoying Tasty food Prepared by Ones I love Ones who Love me Precious Minutes To watch And listen Smile and Wonder- Full heart Calm mind Tired body Ready to rest In the peace Left behind by Thanksgiving
Not all of our family could be with us today. And though we missed them, it was a wonderful time filled with reasons to be grateful. The house was full of laughter, stories, and heart-to-hearts. My husband, Gart, worked hard to make it a great day. He is quite the chef! And I am a lucky girl! ❤
I saw you Ten years From now Or maybe It was fifteen My perception Of time seems To be changing With its passing In any case It certainly could Have been you Or at least The future you I sometimes imagine… Faded jeans Plaid shirt White hair Just a little On the sides Perhaps a little shorter We do eventually Start shrinking Purposefully walking Into a local Coffee shop I smiled but refrained From saying hello Wonder if he’s picking up a London Fog just for me?
Piano Girl 