Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
So Many
I was thinking about how often my days begin lately with the two words "so many." So many things to do today. So many decisions to be made. So many questions. So many uncertainties in our life right now.
Last night I was driving back home to Gopher Hill surprised to see snowflakes hitting my windshield. So many. They continued to fall the entire way home. A quiet and peaceful drive in the dark. When I parked in the driveway and got out of the car the silence was broken by the sweet melody of hundreds of little frogs croaking in our pond at the edge of our property. So many. A symphony of nature! The earliest sign of Spring on its way.
Later in the evening, I was sorting through a box of papers when I came across an anniversary card that had been tucked away. It was a card from Mel on our 25th wedding anniversary. Inside he had handwritten a poem that he made up specifically to honor the occasion. Reading it was a fitting way to end this evening.
Last night I was driving back home to Gopher Hill surprised to see snowflakes hitting my windshield. So many. They continued to fall the entire way home. A quiet and peaceful drive in the dark. When I parked in the driveway and got out of the car the silence was broken by the sweet melody of hundreds of little frogs croaking in our pond at the edge of our property. So many. A symphony of nature! The earliest sign of Spring on its way.
Later in the evening, I was sorting through a box of papers when I came across an anniversary card that had been tucked away. It was a card from Mel on our 25th wedding anniversary. Inside he had handwritten a poem that he made up specifically to honor the occasion. Reading it was a fitting way to end this evening.
SO MANY
So many runs, so many walks;
So many whispers, so many talks.
So many hugs, so many squeezes;
So many cuddles, so many teases.
So many laughs, so many tears;
So many adventures, so many fears.
So many heartaches, so many joys;
So many kids, who don't pick up toys.
So many dreams, so many goals;
So many responsibilities, so many roles.
So many moves, so many homes;
So many wanders, so many roams.
So many memories, so it appears,
Have happened to us in twenty-five years.
So many runs, so many walks;
So many whispers, so many talks.
So many hugs, so many squeezes;
So many cuddles, so many teases.
So many laughs, so many tears;
So many adventures, so many fears.
So many heartaches, so many joys;
So many kids, who don't pick up toys.
So many dreams, so many goals;
So many responsibilities, so many roles.
So many moves, so many homes;
So many wanders, so many roams.
So many memories, so it appears,
Have happened to us in twenty-five years.
Monday, February 23, 2009
"Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts." - Winston Churchill.
I love this quote. It thoroughly sums up my life right now. Two years ago I never could have imagined that circumstances in life would change, and cause us to uproot from Gopher Hill Place. But that is exactly what has happened, and it has been difficult to let it go. Dominique Browning wrote,"How deeply charged a subject home is. We invest our homes with such hope, such dreams, such longing for love, security, a good life --sure, making a home is a materialistic endeavor. But it is often, maybe usually, undertaken with intense spiritual energy. We yearn to live in a house full of love, happiness, passion, and peace, too. We yearn for domestic bliss." I had domestic bliss at Gopher Hill. It was love at first sight for both myself and my husband. It was a dream come true. A home filled with wonderful memories. Children, grandchildren, weddings in the backyard, break-the-fast at our house the first Sunday of the month, family gatherings in the dining room. I still love the feeling of the place. Recently, with the house up for sale in a dismal housing market, I have spent the last couple of months wandering through the shell of our home. Boxes of our belongings line the walls in every room waiting for a new place to go. The air seems to hold the accusation of failure. None of us wanted to leave this place, but we have to move forward. I guess today I'm just in a reflective mood. A home is more than a shelter. A home expresses a person's life and the state of their heart.
I love this quote. It thoroughly sums up my life right now. Two years ago I never could have imagined that circumstances in life would change, and cause us to uproot from Gopher Hill Place. But that is exactly what has happened, and it has been difficult to let it go. Dominique Browning wrote,"How deeply charged a subject home is. We invest our homes with such hope, such dreams, such longing for love, security, a good life --sure, making a home is a materialistic endeavor. But it is often, maybe usually, undertaken with intense spiritual energy. We yearn to live in a house full of love, happiness, passion, and peace, too. We yearn for domestic bliss." I had domestic bliss at Gopher Hill. It was love at first sight for both myself and my husband. It was a dream come true. A home filled with wonderful memories. Children, grandchildren, weddings in the backyard, break-the-fast at our house the first Sunday of the month, family gatherings in the dining room. I still love the feeling of the place. Recently, with the house up for sale in a dismal housing market, I have spent the last couple of months wandering through the shell of our home. Boxes of our belongings line the walls in every room waiting for a new place to go. The air seems to hold the accusation of failure. None of us wanted to leave this place, but we have to move forward. I guess today I'm just in a reflective mood. A home is more than a shelter. A home expresses a person's life and the state of their heart.
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