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A Sunday Thought



 

 

The Gloriousness of a Handwritten Note

Thursday, our first day back to Seattle, I spent part of the day at my desk in the shop office going through mail. The above gem made my day. Little beats a handwritten note. So my thought for all of us this weekend is to make someone’s day. Sit for a few minutes, or maybe more, and hand write someone you know a note. I love the idea thinking all of us will be doing this mannerly, kind gesture as a collective group. Cheers to thoughtfulness & kindness!



 

 

A Trio of Sunday Thoughts



 

 

The Simple Things

Simple tasks and simple pleasures are what I am clinging to as the fog that seems to have entered my being has begun to lift a bit each day. I almost feel I am in a dreamlike state, like “What just happened?” Things such as washing dishes by hand or roasting a chicken become an aspect of the therapy. Death is part of life which I think is healthy to talk about and share. So often it feels like a taboo topic, when in reality it is something we all face, be it friends or family. We are so fortunate to have a large circle of friends over the years, as well as large extended families. Along the way we have had to deal with members of these cherished groups dying. Some young, some old. You learn to process it, talk about it, absorb it. It is never easy, but each day the journey becomes a tad easier. I can’t thank you all enough for the kinds words sent, the lovely thoughts & prayers given. X, T



 

 

A Thursday Thought

The Ship …

I am standing on the shore.

A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and heads for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength.

I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, “There..!  She’s gone.”

Gone where..?

Gone from my sight.  That’s all.

She’s just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side, just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me – not in her.

…and, just at the moment when someone says,

“There.  She’s gone..!

…other eyes are watching her coming, and other voices are ready to take up the glad shout,

“Here she comes..!”

…and that is dying…



 

 

Shirley Ann Watson

My mother died last night comfortably in her sleep after a sudden illness. We flew to Chicago from New York early Sunday morning to be with her. Bailey jumped out of her black Sherpa bag that she travels in right onto my mom’s stomach. TPS getting to hold her hands to comfort her. Oh how she loved them both. We got several hours with her before the morphine and other drugs put her into a restful, almost twilight-ish sleep. Her last words as she held my arms tightly as I stroked her head, were ‘I love you’ as she looked right into my eyes. The hospice nurses could not have been more lovely and caring and warm, to both my mom and to my family. This photo from her 90th birthday a few years ago. She always had such style. Rest In Peace mom, I know dad was anxiously waiting in the heavens for you…



 

 

Happy New Year



 

 

A Year Ending Sunday Thought



 

 

Hard To Beat a Hug

A hug can be one of the very best things–either four legged or two, good for the soul…



 

 

A Hudson Valley Arrival

We traveled through Christmas Day, arriving to Hawthorne a bit after 8 last night. The temperature dropping as we meandered North up to Columbia County, hitting 32 as we drove up the long driveway. Caretaker Bill had once again beautifully prepared the house for us, getting the perfect tree and having it lit so we could see it the moment we drove in. Then our Twelve Days of Christmas began! We are hosting a Boxing Day supper for family today, a new tradition. So it is up and at em’ early getting things ready. Then tons of R&R is on the menu for this stay. The retail marathon a big success (huge THANKS to all who shopped WK this season) but each passing year my 55 year old body takes a tad longer to re-coup. I hope your Holidays have been and continue to be divine and all you wished they would be.

From the Hawthorne Valley, sending much love, Ted2+Bailey