Coming Home to Myself

Batteries

My internal batteries got messed up, and I’ve missed two blog deadlines. Messed up from what? you might ask. From Changes, I think. Change in seeing: I completed the three weeks of eyedrops after cataract surgery and I’m still adjusting to taking OFF glasses to see the world. Change in company—come and gone. Such aContinue reading “Batteries”

Something New

I blame the pandemic for a lot of things—mainly losses. Like my former pattern of early morning walks to a coffee shop. I always passed a walnut tree and in the fall would collect the ones dropped on sidewalk or street. Then there was a fenced yard where a scrawny peach tree leaned over theContinue reading “Something New”

Cataract Surgery — a new adventure

There is an elation in coming out of surgery and discovering your eyes still see. And my friend Jane was entirely correct in her advice: I focussed on watching the colors and shapes as they worked on my left eye and then the right. It occupied my mind. Plus the surgeon’s voice was cheerful andContinue reading “Cataract Surgery — a new adventure”

Nesting

I feel like a woman about to give birth. This week brings me new eyes—in the form of cataract surgery. Nesting is what a pregnant woman does shortly before her baby is born. And babies change so much of one’s world and perceptions. For the surgery itself, one friend advises enjoying the light show ratherContinue reading “Nesting”

What we read—

I’ve never been one to read all the best sellers. Reading for me (like relationships) is a matter of establishing trust. Once I give an author my trust, I’m willing to read anything they produce. Though back when I read a lot more than I do now, prolific writers were dropped if they never changedContinue reading “What we read—”

The art of not being noticed

Once upon a time, a black plastic bag lodged in the corner of a yard. At some point, a gust of wind inflated it, so that it appeared to be a black balloon. A neighbor walked by and noticed this round black bag behind a chain link fence. She wondered how long the bag wouldContinue reading “The art of not being noticed”

A love letter

This is a love letter to the world. Earth is our amazing home. Although I’m writing a trilogy involving another planet, and I’m reading Aurora Rising (Aurora Cycle_01) by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff, and I watch Babylon 5’s adventures, I doubt if the vast distances between stars will ever be breached by humans. UnmannedContinue reading “A love letter”

Mindful Connections

All week, I affirmed my intention to remain mindful. Success varied, but I believe it made a big difference. This morning for example. I had to leave home at 9:00, and wrote a list of four items to do first. I checked off three and thought, well, okay, good enough. Number four said “blog.” Somehow,Continue reading “Mindful Connections”

Self-discovery

We are lucky to be human, to be aware, to have minds. But the complexity of our minds is another matter entirely. This being human is a challenge. I went to bed Sunday night with no blog topic. But I did write “Blog?” on my Monday to-do list. Some time in the early morning hoursContinue reading “Self-discovery”

Surprises

Before the pandemic, it was Wayne who always had a jigsaw puzzle going. I generally ignored it, though near the finish I’d give in to temptation, setting in a piece or two. Now they’re a part of my life. During the shutdown, we were delighted when gifted with or loaned puzzles. When thrift stores openedContinue reading “Surprises”