Friday, June 12, 2015

Another anniversary of sorts...

For some reason this is the year I've chosen to acknowledge timelines.  I celebrate another one today.  Eight years ago I arrived in Medford to begin my retirements years. My front porch was decorated with balloons and a welcoming committee of three important long-time friends. 

A few months before I had purchased a house ALONE--scariness accompanied closely by great excitement.  Medford is not a new town for me--having graduated from Medford High School some !@!^!% years ago.   I always wanted to return to this beautiful valley.

Eight years later, my house is my home--a place I'm told looks just like me.  (I take that as a compliment...though I'm not sure.)  My very small backyard has the look of a woodland--if I can't live in the forest, I'll bring it to me!   Flowers, shrubs, and trees find a welcome spot--though in all honesty I can't give you the names of most of them. 

Books find a special place in every room.  Jane Austen, Carlos Ruiz Zafon, Shilpi Somaya Gowda, Kate Morton and Maeve Binchy spotlight my bookcases.  I visit with these authors to know more of their lives and cultures.  I love their company!

Yoga and daily walking with my best bud, Gilly, are routines that dominate the better parts of my life.  Volunteering on the Citizens' Review Board allows me to contribute to my greatest passion--keeping kids safe!

Taking classes and dancing away to Austen era music--my mental partner Will Darcy, of course--fill many hours.  And most certainly, new and old friends have an important place in my heart!

No one's life is perfect--and sometimes for no reason but to have a pity party, I am grumpy and out of sorts.  

However, these eight years in Medford have been pretty amazing!  And fun!  And a great adventure!

Life comes from physical survival;
but the good life 
comes from what we care about.
           -- Rollo May    


 

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Looking back with a smile.

As I think of a loved one today, I want to remember these words...

I am always saddened by the death of a good person. It is from this sadness that a feeling of gratitude emerges. I feel honored to have known them and blessed that their passing serves as a reminder to me that my time on this beautiful earth is limited and that I should seize the opportunity I have to forgive, share, explore, and love. I can think of no greater way to honor the deceased than to live this way.                                                                                           ― Steve Maraboli