So much love for these four.
So many numbers.
Four of 11 kids.
All with kids: 7, 6, 5, 3.
All with grandkids: Too many to count
And of course the “Great Grands”
Respect for their lives, their loves, their stories.
How long will we still enjoy those games of Hand and Foot? The pies? The company?
Time found . . .
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July was a hard month. Missing so many.
And yet finding joy.
Finding cause to celebrate.
Finding comfort.
Family
Near and far.
So hard to find the words that are inclusive.
Words of comfort.
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“This body is not me; I am not caught in this body,
I am life without boundaries,
I have never been born and I have never died.
Over there the wide ocean and the sky with many galaxies
All manifests from the basis of consciousness.
Since beginingless time I have always been free.
Birth and death are only a door through which we go in and out.
Birth and death are only a game of hide-and-seek.
So smile to me and take my hand and wave good-bye.
Tomorrow we shall meet again or even before.
We shall always be meeting again at the true source,
Always meeting again on the myriad paths of life.”
– Thich Nhat Hanh, “No Death, No Fear”
As July enters its last week, the days already grow shorter.
Enjoy the minutes, hours or days that you can steal.
Store up joyous memories.
Stir up some good trouble.
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Thanks for sharing what you are thinking about this July. Such a lovely photo. Such a lovely poem. Hold tight to all the memories and keep stirring up good trouble!!
Short on organization today. Too many ideas. Brain releasing …
Your posts so often lead me to deep reflection. The last few lines are exactly where I am right now- inservice starts Monday. I love the numbers with your four!
I have PD in August that I am now prepping for. It’s that draft everything, and then revise, revise, revise.
Where would we be without our memories? They are priceless. As long as we are building memories we are living.
I feel my mother’s frustration. Soma you funerals. Yes, lives well lived. But sad to say goodbye!
Love this – so inspiring – so true. And I vow to stir up some good trouble! Life is so short – I am learning to savor it slowly. Thank you so much for this post.
Yes, savor life. Each and every second of every minute, every hour and every day!
Our memories are what we hold onto. They get us through the times when life is moving too fast (and we yearn for something different) or to keep us company when we’re bored.
I’ve noticed the darkness coming earlier this month. It’s sad to think that summer (i.e., the time the kids return to school) is almost upon us. I’m not quite ready for that yet.