“Happiness is when you realize that your kids have grown up to be AWESOME people!”
― Tanya Masse
the week is full of rich goodness, quality time with little boys
who are now men and the woman they love.
it is the best of both worlds, one on five acres of paradise
and the other in a craftsman home full of character, right in town.
we all gather for pizza and the next day the two of them head for home
leaving me to stay for four full days of pampered self indulgence.
working around their work schedules, i manage a bit of shopping by myself,
time with the dogs, afternoon cocktails, sweet treats at the farmers market,
an evening BBQ, staying up late to read and sleeping in. . .
“Indulgence comes in all varieties: a mouthful of gourmet chocolate, a hot stone massage, a week in Paris or 20 uninterrupted minutes to get
lost in a book.”
― Gina Greenlee, Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road
i wake each morning first thing and walk the dog
seeking patches of light as i meander through the trails.
Basil runs ahead circling back to walk with me at times,
but enjoying the freedom to explore on his own.
i am quiet with my thoughts, mulling possibilities over
in my head and wondering what if. . .
curious and questioning.
“Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.”
― Milan Kundera
* (humorous) A dog owned by the children of someone old enough to be a grandparent; a dog that has a similar role to a grandchild.
grand- + dog
i come home with some clear intentions
a bit lighter and yet with a heart so full
i am rattled a bit. i remind myself to allow life
and love and joy. to hold steadfast to
what is important to make my life full of meaning
and not allow rejection to bog me down.
“Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.”
― Brené Brown, Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead
“Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world.
But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.”
― Milan Kundera, Immortality