Last night I had a pity party whereby I was consumed with worry, self doubt, self-criticism. I made a conscious decision this morning to reset and, without being trite, practice gratitude. I'll list my blessings each and every day when I get up and before I go to sleep.
Friday, March 9, 2018
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Thursday, February 22, 2018
My life right now--I have a 15 pound gray cat curled up at my feet, a stout Beagle snoring on the couch, a 20 something son drinking rose wine as he says he's completing a college assignment. My 55th birthday is just 6 days away but my mind, body & spirit are in a good place. Life is good.
With the recent death of Billy Graham, I’ve been thinking about what happens when you die. Not really in that deep, philosophical way of where you go, but what process do you choose or is chosen for you? Are you laid to rest in an ornate coffin with friends and family weeping over you? Are you cremated with your ashes thrown in the ocean or left sitting in an attractive urn on your family’s mantel?
My Grandpa Reed was a no-nonsense man. He was a pragmatist. He was of Dutch ancestry and lived his life in a straight forward path, never veering off that because that was not what a good man did. My Grandpa was the kindest and most intelligent man I’ve known. He was, however, a true pragmatist. When my mother was a young girl she had the usual curiosity of a child of that age. One day she asked my Grandpa what happens when you die. I’m uncertain if she meant, “Is there a Heaven or a Hell and what do you do or not do to get there?” Regardless, this was his reply: “I think they just throw you in a pine box.” Always the pragmatist…