Lately, life is kicking me around again. My bones ache and creak with the heavy burden of the business of life.
Choose to Love Better
What a hateful week it has been! At times I felt buried under a tonnage of stress: taking care of my mum; giving her shots twice a day (yuck!); witnessing her pain and despondency; dealing with my own health concerns; coping with my fears of the future, of failure, and of impotence; and, sadly, having to observe emotional callousness, too close to home and out in the world.
Pray, Pray, Pray
This weekend my mum and I have been caught up in the maelstrom that passes for “health”care in this country:
What Will It Take?
We had Medgar Wiley Evers, who fought valiantly until June 12, 1963 when he was shot in the back. As the bullet slashed through his heart, he staggered 30 feet before collapsing. He died 50 minutes later for the cause.
It Starts with the G-Word, GRATITUDE
This has been a very good weekend. On Friday, Michael came up from South Florida to see and just be with me and do nothing. And it reminded me that it was again time to give pause and remember what I can be grateful for.
Yes, I Am Queen of Sheba
I love the 1958 movie Long, Hot Summer, starring the beautiful, blue-eyed Paul Newman (Ben Quick); a very young Joanne Woodward (Clara Varner); and a husky, swarthy, bearish Orson Welles (Will Varner).
This movie has a definite tone of the America South. And the dialogue is, well, good. Here is one of my favorite pieces expressed passionately by Miss Clara to Mr. Quick:
She Was Here
That is my little sister sitting on our mum’s lap. Isn’t she just darling?!
She died when she was just 17 months old. Today, July 22, would have been her 49th birthday.
This Is Life…
I can’t wait to go to bed at night. The world is quite exhausting. ~Annie Lennox, British songbird
Please, Don’t… Don’t Shoot!
No law-abiding American should be made to face evil with empty hands. ~ National Rifle Association (NRA)
I hear you NRA, but here we are again.