It's a philosophy of mine....that ALL SHALL BE WELL. Things don't always go our way. Life can be difficult and challenging at times, we all can say we have experienced a myriad of ups and downs throughout our lifetime, but behind it all, no matter what, there is a voice inside me that says, ALL SHALL BE WELL. In the end, through it all, everything will be alright. Is that naive? Is that childish of me? I don't think so. It's called faith. It's called hope. We have words for these things in our language because these things exist. They are possible to have and hold on to. Faith and hope are what keep people getting up every morning in the face of adversity. When we're sick, sad, unemployed, feeling lost...we keep getting up. We keep trying over and over, because we have faith. We have faith that no matter how bad things may get, it can't last forever...that things will change and improve. Even beyond that knowledge that all shall be well, is the knowledge that whatever happens occurs for a reason. Perhaps we can't see the reason...maybe it seems like there couldn't be one. We ponder and contemplate on and on and see no reason, but believe there is one. Every road leads us somewhere else...somewhere we were meant to be, even if it's not a place we considered for ourselves.
It's all part of our journey, this up and down roller coaster ride. There is a rhythm to life, a cycle that cannot be circumvented. It is what it is, and we are a part of it, we are one with it. We are a part of the rhythm, we are one with everything, the air, the wind, the water. We should not shy away from what life is...we should embrace it, and acknowledge our part in the greater picture. We should have hope and faith that no matter what, we are doing what we were meant to do in the way we were meant to do it.
Have faith.
Have hope, for all shall be well.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Simply Heaven!
We've moved. It's simply heaven!
It's been so long since I've had a chance to blog. I've been so busy packing, sorting, thinking and rethinking our plan. It was scary, but I now think it was the best move we ever made!
I was bored one day, and I heard of an open house that sounded like it would be a good idea to check out. The price was right. The area was ideal. What did I have to lose? I recall that open house now....the first time I walked into my new home...and remember feeling like when other people came in while we were still looking around, that THEY were invading on MY personal space! I knew from the start this place was special. I was right.
There is a warmth here that I haven't felt anywhere else, really. I know I didn't feel it in the house I grew up in. I guess I've only felt it twice...at my first apartment where my son was born and at my grandparents house on Lansing Street. Both of those places were special to me. Not that the house on Emerson isn't special in it's way, but it wasn't "home." We always wanted something else and hesitated to do any work that we didn't absolutely have to...because it just wasn't where we wanted to be.
The only thing that makes this move difficult in anyway is that my son isn't here with us anymore. He is 23 now, and I can't balk at his wanting to have his own place...to have his own life apart from us, but I miss him all the same. He is still at our old home on Emerson, and lives with two friends. They seem happy enough and I hope they do well together. It's not always easy to share living space. I miss him, but not desperately so. I know he's ok. I am not obsessed with manipulating him into visiting. I don't feel the need to slather on the guilt. I just want him to be happy and to feel like he's still a part of our family, because he will always be. I want him to know he can come here anytime...that he doesn't need to be invited. Time will tell how comfortable he is with our new arrangement. So far, all seems fine.
Sometimes we say it feels like we're on vacation...like we're at camp! Having more land, and lots of trees surrounding you can lend to that illusion. It's so beautiful at dusk...and so beautiful in the morning when the traffic is slower and the sun is just coming up. Every morning I take out some dog food and peanuts for the animals. I have met a new family of crows and they are quite vocal, yet not attached to me as the old ones were. I miss them so much and haven't seen much of them. I carry peanuts in my car just in case there is a sighting! I don't want to let them down. I already feel like I have, moving away is a form of abandonment. Ken is taking good care of them...but I truly feel we had a special bond and I miss them watching me. I miss feeling them around, hearing their voices, watching them eat. It's a whole new journey....starting over. I miss some things, but it's still simply heaven. I will not complain no matter what because we are so blessed to have made our personal dream come true.
This home feels good, it's a good fit for us. It feels glorious, as I imagine a life of eternal bliss would feel like.
I could get used to this.
It's been so long since I've had a chance to blog. I've been so busy packing, sorting, thinking and rethinking our plan. It was scary, but I now think it was the best move we ever made!
I was bored one day, and I heard of an open house that sounded like it would be a good idea to check out. The price was right. The area was ideal. What did I have to lose? I recall that open house now....the first time I walked into my new home...and remember feeling like when other people came in while we were still looking around, that THEY were invading on MY personal space! I knew from the start this place was special. I was right.
There is a warmth here that I haven't felt anywhere else, really. I know I didn't feel it in the house I grew up in. I guess I've only felt it twice...at my first apartment where my son was born and at my grandparents house on Lansing Street. Both of those places were special to me. Not that the house on Emerson isn't special in it's way, but it wasn't "home." We always wanted something else and hesitated to do any work that we didn't absolutely have to...because it just wasn't where we wanted to be.
The only thing that makes this move difficult in anyway is that my son isn't here with us anymore. He is 23 now, and I can't balk at his wanting to have his own place...to have his own life apart from us, but I miss him all the same. He is still at our old home on Emerson, and lives with two friends. They seem happy enough and I hope they do well together. It's not always easy to share living space. I miss him, but not desperately so. I know he's ok. I am not obsessed with manipulating him into visiting. I don't feel the need to slather on the guilt. I just want him to be happy and to feel like he's still a part of our family, because he will always be. I want him to know he can come here anytime...that he doesn't need to be invited. Time will tell how comfortable he is with our new arrangement. So far, all seems fine.
Sometimes we say it feels like we're on vacation...like we're at camp! Having more land, and lots of trees surrounding you can lend to that illusion. It's so beautiful at dusk...and so beautiful in the morning when the traffic is slower and the sun is just coming up. Every morning I take out some dog food and peanuts for the animals. I have met a new family of crows and they are quite vocal, yet not attached to me as the old ones were. I miss them so much and haven't seen much of them. I carry peanuts in my car just in case there is a sighting! I don't want to let them down. I already feel like I have, moving away is a form of abandonment. Ken is taking good care of them...but I truly feel we had a special bond and I miss them watching me. I miss feeling them around, hearing their voices, watching them eat. It's a whole new journey....starting over. I miss some things, but it's still simply heaven. I will not complain no matter what because we are so blessed to have made our personal dream come true.
This home feels good, it's a good fit for us. It feels glorious, as I imagine a life of eternal bliss would feel like.
I could get used to this.
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