9.11.15 Do you? Ever notice?

 how much blue-er the sky seems, when surrounded by cloud?

 

9.11.15 How often the things we worried about

How often the things we worried about were not the things we would have done well to be concerned with.

 

9.11.15 Sitting outside here

Sitting outside here on this cool overcast dark day, you have the rustling of the wind in the full leafed trees, the call of the gathering raptors; the dew on the fallen acorn, on the lush fall fern.

 

9.10.15 People say, and I answer

People say 'Why should I do more than chemo and take care of myself and trust I'll get better?"

And I answer "Whatever makes the most sense to you."

They say "How do I know that spending time and money on naturopathic things will make a difference?"

And I say "There are no guarantees ."

They say " But you spent all those years helping people figure out what to take and do to get well, when they were getting worse."

And I say " Yeah.Go figure."

They say " Do you really think it's important to do that 'Stack the deck. ' stuff you talk about all the time?"

And I say "Depends on how serious you are about seeing how well you can possibly possibly become ".

9.10.15 Beauty, guts, charm or achievement

It is the task of those of us grown older

to be surrounded by those younger

who have no idea if we ever had beauty 

 guts, charm or achievement .

 

9.10.15 Long ago and far away, Myrtle Beach

     Long ago and far away, Myrtle Beach Summer Vacation. I saved up, rented a van, let the two younger ones invite a friend, leaving my husband to do his dissertation, thankfully, because he was such a crab with a bunch of kids...and off we went,

     on our grand adventure; stopping to sleep over once, then arriving at this motel right on the strip.

     Ah yes, zillions of on vacation college kids, screaming far into the night. The typical Myrtle Beach undertow, so no going out past your waist. Still, they had the best time, and we all chose what to do with our budget each day...meals or fun places or whatever.

     At night, I'd sit on the floor of the bathroom when they were all asleep, writing and reading, then step over all the sweet young ones muttering and shifting, and climb into my own bed.

     Early, they'd be up, getting breakfast and adjusting rows and rows of products! And arguing and laughing and playing video games and we'd go play in the pool and walk the boardwalk and they girls would insist the rest of us follow them at a distance so noone would know they were supervised! They dug sand and made castles and then threw each other in the sea. Wondrous time.