Hope is every breath I breathe. It cuddles me when I am faint. It lifts me up when I am sad & it allows me to go on from day to day.
Hope is my life. When I am filled with doubt, Hope reassures me.
It is the gentle break of day light coming through the bedroom window. It’s the meow of my old Puddy cat or the dog licking my face with her stinky tongue.
Hope is the radiating love that shines forth from my husband and it is the stars in the sky at night.
I hope to see the sunrise. I Hope to feel the sunset. Hope. Just Hope.
Reflections are not what they use to be. Mirrors are not utilized much now; the image looking back at me is sometimes unrecognizable and hauntingly older than my mind says I am. Have you ever had that moment? When you glance at yourself and then glance again – because at first, you didn’t recognize yourself.
Life can be a lot like that as well. Most people have an idea of what they want their lives to look like by certain ages: 30, 40, 50, 60. It’s true that we do not always meet the goals and lofty ideas that we set for ourselves. But it’s also true that some of the most random things that occur (completely unplanned) can be the most beautiful.
Personally, as I age, I appreciate many of the same things the younger version of myself did. To sit outside and just listen has never left my heart. No matter where I am, I can do it free of charge and it bothers no-one. Why? Because I love what I hear. I hear God’s creation, his peace, and when I’m lucky…his still small voice. Try it. Go sit outside. Sit in the grass of your yard. Sit on your porch or patio. Sit on a sidewalk. Just be. After a long pause ask yourself, what do you hear?
I’m in my back yard in the Tennessee Valley. I hear at least 15 different types of birds singing back and forth with each other. Each one a sweet song and in a different pitch. The wind is blowing and the blades of grass are rubbing against each other. Footsteps are behind me as a brave squirrel is going up and down the Elder tree. In the distance there is a faint sound of laughter and delightful squealing as the neighborhood children chase each other. Often a loud car may zoom by in the distance. (They really need a new muffler.) I can hear water flowing through the ditch gently and occasionally I can hear small frogs jumping in and out of the water. There are tree branches scraping in the wind and there’s a whistle in my ear as the chilly breeze picks up. It’s spring in East TN and it sounds peaceful. Longer I sit, I would hear more.
Age has taught my eyes to see things in a different way than the younger me ever could. I see so much beauty now all around me and it’s also easier to see through people. One thing I saw wrong was my life at 40. But, that’s a post for another day.
Be well. Know you are loved.
My Daddy. Vietnam War Veteran.
Happy Memorial day everyone! As millions of workers are off today for remembrance of fallen American soldiers and their loved ones left behind, please take a moment to say thank you to a veteran or an active duty soldier. I believe there is more awareness now due to media coverage of all types, but there are still many soldiers that are forgotten, left behind and the memories of their unselfish service is forgotten or fading.
It only takes a moment of time to say thank you. Sometimes, that is all someone needs to hear… just 2 words – Thank You.
I personally thank you if you have ever served in any branch of our US military. I appreciate the freedoms you contributed to. I appreciate the peace you helped maintain. You didn’t have to be on the battle front to be important, you simply served. It’s an honor and my gratitude overflows.
It doesn’t matter where you are now or what you “became”. Your life matters. Your service matters. You matter!
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!!
**My father served. My Husband served and many other members of my family have served. A great number of my friends have served or are still serving. So my passion for veterans is well seated. Please pass along this note of gratitude to encourage others to say a simple THANK YOU to our men and women in uniform past and present.
Just wanted to drop in and say… I’m still alive, kicking, and hoping for that writing inspiration to hit me again.
Pray for me folks that I’ll be inspired once more.
I kind of miss it…
Peace & love,