Category: Inspiration
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Ebb and Flow
The season when to come, and when to go, To sing or cease to sing, we never know Alexander Pope I love where I live. It is a designated historic area with lots of trees, parks and interesting buildings. One of my favorite places in our condo is a large, living room, window looking out…
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Tis the Season
I’ve realized that sometimes you get no second chance and that it’s best to accept the gifts the world offers you. Paulo Coelho And so it begins, the mad rush to the holidays and year’s end. It always seems to me that once we get to Halloween the year is over in a blink of…
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Another Look at Grace
I do not understand the mystery of grace-only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. Anne Lamott When I chose, Aging with Grace, as the title for my blog, I did a lot of thinking about grace and what it means to me. Over the past…
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Retrospection
What you see before you, my friend, is the result of a life time of chocolate Katherine Hepburn A life time of chocolate and a myriad of other influences. All the wrinkles, white hair and extra pounds have been earned. As we age, our past experiences and choices have a way of catching up with…
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Adjustments Required
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails. William Arthur Ward Finding the perfect coffee maker has been a struggle for us. We have been through a few Keurig. Unfortunately, for us they don’t last long. I am fine with my little French Press, however, my…
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Abundance isn’t Always Simple
She gives us hope that adversity can be overcome and it’s possible to find a way back.
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Juggling Your Life
I dropped my juggling balls and my face grew embarrassed. It wasn’t’t until then that I looked around the circus of life and noted all were too consumed on their own juggling act to see. That’s when I learned to have fun, and kick the balls instead. Stefanie Schneider As I become older there will…
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You’ve Got Mail
I have always felt there was something sacred in a piece of paper that traveled the earth from hand to hand, head to head, heart to heart. Robert Michael Pyle Both my mother and my grandmother were prolific letter writers. I felt guilty that I sometimes procrastinated in answering those notes and when I did…
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What’s Past
The past is never dead. It’s not even past William Faulkner This is one of my favorite photos. I took it, several years ago, during a walk through the fall foliage. I am mesmerized by the glimpse of what lies beneath the fallen leaves. What is past still remains just below the surface. It is…
Aging with Grace 