I finally braved the day and took a walk. It's been quite some time due to excessive heat and humidity which affects me too much! It was TOO long and I have to say that I missed walking! That feels good to say! I enjoyed a 7 mile walk but with breaks and a visit to church. I have been pondering life and its complexities. I recently went to Washington D.C. to remember the 134 men of USS Forrestal who perished in a fire in 1967, the 29th of July. One of those sailors was my brother, Ed.
So life, death, LIVING on my mind- are you choosing to live? Many people, I feel, go through the motions and when one is stuck in that mode, it is hard to get out of it. I am finding that it is difficult to move someone from that stuckness... they have to want it. When do you give up?
My brother's loss of life has enriched my life, taught me early ( I was 2 when he died) to value life and to know death will be coming for us all. I think that his death was a blessing (of sorts) for me as I have had to process and accept that death is a reality. And that has shaped how I've lived this life of mine. As a dear friend says, "This ain't no dress rehearsal." Many things have happened that could've thwarted my desire for peace, joy and happiness in my life but I can't turn my back on this gift of LIFE that God has given. Each day I live, I can see God's grace in my life. Maybe it's the people who are there daily like my son and hubby, a stranger on the street who shows a kindness, a dog that pays me some attention, a finch eating my beautiful sunflowers plants, a new flower in my garden or those quiet moments where I just "AM," breathing, clear minded and filled with quiet certitude that this all means something...
So life, death, LIVING on my mind- are you choosing to live? Many people, I feel, go through the motions and when one is stuck in that mode, it is hard to get out of it. I am finding that it is difficult to move someone from that stuckness... they have to want it. When do you give up?
My brother's loss of life has enriched my life, taught me early ( I was 2 when he died) to value life and to know death will be coming for us all. I think that his death was a blessing (of sorts) for me as I have had to process and accept that death is a reality. And that has shaped how I've lived this life of mine. As a dear friend says, "This ain't no dress rehearsal." Many things have happened that could've thwarted my desire for peace, joy and happiness in my life but I can't turn my back on this gift of LIFE that God has given. Each day I live, I can see God's grace in my life. Maybe it's the people who are there daily like my son and hubby, a stranger on the street who shows a kindness, a dog that pays me some attention, a finch eating my beautiful sunflowers plants, a new flower in my garden or those quiet moments where I just "AM," breathing, clear minded and filled with quiet certitude that this all means something...