Tag: Gratitude
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The Season of Gratitude
Today marks the start of the 11th month of 2024. The season of gratitude, Thanksgiving, lingering leaves that eventually descend, reducing trees to barren branches. The first freeze often happens in November, and the frigid morning air is welcome against my face. I have always loved October through December. Though…
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Somber Sunday, Hopeful Monday
I came across the following words today, stated by actress Shannen Doherty of the 1990’s television show, Beverly Hills 90210. She died on Saturday at 53-years old. “I don’t want to die,” she heartbreakingly told People at the time. “I’m not done with living. I’m not done with loving. I’m not done with…
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Small Accomplishments
Pulling cookies from the oven on that Sunday afternoon, three dozen chocolate chip circles were the closest I’d felt to any real accomplishment in many months. I created something. It would be easier if I simply appreciated the basic equation of work = money but I’m the sort who cares…
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Memorial Day🇺🇸🇺🇸
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night;When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day,One look I but gave which your dear eyes return’d with a look I shall never forget,One touch of your hand to mine O boy, reach’d up as you lay…
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An Icy Find
It was a long day at the office and I just wanted a few minutes outdoors at the park – even if it was only 18 degrees. So, I drove to my snowy park, put on a hat and stepped outside my vehicle. The cold air hit my face hard.
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An “Old Soul”
My daughter was in the 8th grade when someone had first referred to her as an “old soul”. It was her social studies teacher who was also an assistant coach of her field hockey team. I stood in the parent-teacher conference slightly annoyed at his remark. About a month later,…
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Impromptu Bonfire🔥
When I arrived home after an 11-hour day at work last week, my husband was burning wood he had recently chopped in the back of our land. The fire looked so inviting, I ate dinner, went back outside and sat by the flames, still in my work clothes. My oldest…
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Empty and Barren. Full and Bountiful.
During a recent walk at the park, I stopped to stare at these trees, contemplating how the two different trees reflect people’s lives. Or, at least resemble differing seasons in their lives. One person can be the empty, impoverished, stark tree – yet, they work, travel, parent and operate in…
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My Love/Hate Relationship with Remote Work
Unless there is another extension here in New York, we’re expected to return to the physical premises of work on May 18th. While I have enjoyed many blessings during this time working from home, it will be good to return to the office. This is quite a statement because 1)…
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And So She Flew….
This blog has been quiet lately, but my nest has not been. My just-turned-23-year-young daughter (one of the twins) landed the kind of job we’ve been praying for since graduation last May. I rejoiced alongside her four weeks ago that God answered our prayers BIG, but was stunned that the…
