“Things falling apart is also a kind of healing.” ~ Pema Chödrön
I know it seems I’m obsessing a bit on the weather, the sky, and/or winter, but I can’t help but admire a sky like this. When my day has been otherwise uneventful, I stop to reflect on the fact that I can see these beautiful winter hues. That is a remarkable thing if you really stop to think about it. The gift of sight…..and the sense to appreciate it, itself a bit of a gift. I hope the skies are this spectacular where you are.
“You yourself are your own obstacle. Rise above yourself.” ~ Hafiz
Again, last week, we were treated to beautiful winter sunsets. This one didn’t come with remarkable clouds exactly, but it’s radiance was unmistakably gorgeous. The view from the top of the Limestone Street garage begged for a pano. Alas, I did not oblige, but I did snap a few. I have never regretted taking the time to stop and watch a sunset. I doubt I ever will.
“Let them judge you. Let them misunderstand you. Let them gossip about you. Their opinions aren’t your problem. You stay kind, committed to love & free in your authenticity. No matter what they do or say don’t you dare doubt your worth or the beauty of your truth.” ~ Scott Stabile
Winter skies offer subtle sunsets. They also tend to remind me of Doctor Zhivago. I don’t know why, but there you have it. Anyway, I remember the first time I heard thunder snow. I was six or there ’bouts. We were living at Malone, out in the country. A big snow had come through earlier in the day. At the gloaming, a deep, low rumble sounded up the valley toward Caney. It was both lonesome and ominous and it seemed to go on forever. I remember so clearly standing in the yard waiting for something to happen. I don’t know what I thought it would be, but I knew thunder in winter was unusual. It was weird enough to warrant something spectacular, surely. Nothing happened. I got cold and went inside. Now, I’ve got a hankerin’ to watch Doctor Zhivago, which has absolutely nothing to do with thunder snow. Just go with me, people. Some days are just this convoluted and funny.
“The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.”
~ Henry Ward Beecher
I fell in behind Uncle Danny as we headed off the hill from the cemetery. He’d given a good talk about Uncle Greg earlier at the funeral. He said Greg was a good brother. Those words echoed in my head as I watched Danny walk into the setting sun all alone. It was a beautiful if poignant moment. Danny is a good man, a great uncle, and I think his siblings would say he is, like Greg, a good brother, too.
“The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.” ~ Ayn Rand
The sky was gorgeous last night. The sky was beautiful today. The sky was beautiful tonight. I am completely exhausted. Goodnight, Moon. Goodnight, Venus, small dot in the dirty orange light. Such beauty.
“If you don’t build your dream, someone else will hire you to help them build theirs.”
~ Dhirubhai Ambani
With no room at the Inn (my Inn, that is), Sharon is bunking with Maggie Jacobs. We had dinner at her farm last night. It’s a truly gorgeous place. We had a wonderful meal together, meeting new friends along the way, like this mare whose name I didn’t learn before I left. I was walking near the fence and she came to me. Horses are typically curious about cameras. True to that theory, she was all about mine. We had a great time together as the sun continued to set, and she walked the fence line with me as I explored the golden hour through the pines along the drive. It was a beautiful evening filled with laughter, delicious food, new friends, old friends, and more kindness than I deserve. I was grateful for every second of it.
“To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter… to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring – these are some of the rewards of the simple life.” ~ John Burroughs
Our Shero finally landed at Cardinal Hill where she’ll spend the next three weeks learning to walk and other things she’ll need to continue independent living. We really missed her at dinner with the family down on the Kentucky River. There were about 20 of us Terry’s gathered just below Clay’s Ferry Bridge eating catfish and BBQ at Proud Mary’s. Dad thoroughly enjoyed it, and I’m looking forward to many more dates with the family when mom is back on her feet. We’re a good bunch of hillbillies in the Bluegrass.
“The politics of Jesus in 5 words: Love your neighbor as yourself.
In 3 words: Love your neighbor. In 1 word: Love.”
~ Nathan Hamm
One advantage to spending time at UK Chandler Hospital is the art. Last night, when mom was moved back to her room from Good Sam (where the surgery took place), I was walking from the parking garage when I noticed this sculpture for the first time. I hadn’t noticed it in the daytime, but with the street light against the sunset sky, it popped out like it was the only thing I could see. I didn’t notice who the artist was, and I didn’t read the entire quote inscribed on the base, but I loved the work.
Our Shero continues to do well, better than expected, in fact: no temp, clear lungs, great vitals, good color. She had a hard time with the anesthesia, as she typically does, but they finally got her settled by this evening. Reinette Jones came to see her this morning, and this evening she still remembered. Pretty impressive for somebody that’s been filleted like a fish. I’m feeling less nervous about her condition today. He medical team, lead by Dr. Swaghert, is just brilliant. Between him and Dr, Silby, I believe our Shero will be dancing a jig in no time. So very grateful.