Deep and Wide

A quote from my massage-therapist friend, Trish, who

treats both my body and my soul:

Do for one what you wish you could do for everyone.

We were talking about how overwhelmed people can feel when they see

the tremendous need throughout our world.

And then, because they don't know where to begin 

and it seems they could never do enough, they do nothing.

Any gesture of love or connection made with any one person

is significant, because it is what we can do.

As Trish says,

If you can't go wide, go deep.

(I'm sure Trish would give credit to the author of these words,

but for now, I'm giving them to her.)

I saw the movie Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close yesterday,

and today I watched I AM on On Demand.

Both of these films speak volumes about the potential 

that lies in each of us to change our world, 

simply by doing what we do!

Walk on...walk on!

I must get back to my walking.  I don't want to.  

So, I'm tricking myself into walking by making it a photo-opportunity.  

That makes it much more fun, and I'm more likely to just do it.  

So, as of today, January 21st, I shall walk daily 

and report back with one photo-highlight of my journey.

(Now I'm committed!)

As for today:

Trimming of the Valentine Ficus

S.O.S.

"You called?"

Being Easily Pleased

Today's reading from Paul Nepo's 

The Book of Awakening

speaks volumes about why I continue to write this semi-daily blog:

One key to knowing joy is being easily pleased. 

The further I wake into this life, the more I realize that 
God is everywhere 

and the extraordinary is waiting quietly beneath the skin 
of all that is ordinary.  

Light is in both the broken bottle and the diamond, 

and music is in both the flowing violin 
and the water dripping from the drainage pipe. 

Yes, God is under the porch 
as well as on top of the mountain, 

and joy is in both the front row and the bleachers, 

if we are willing to be 
where we are.

That says it all for me today.

Pictures to follow. I'm just sure of it!

"When I'm Sixty-four"

It's been a great 64th birthday.

It started with a hidden surprise package last night from Rob, who is in Abilene.

Then my breakfast was compliments of Sawyer.

Then I got some talking time with friends who called, 

while Sawyer entertained himself at the sink.

Then, we drew around Sawyer's hand, cut them out and

added them to Caleb's front door masterpiece.

Then, Sawyer discovered a "moon" on the kitchen floor.

See it?

Then we took a trip to the Science Spectrum where Sawyer

approached the dinosaur, without being afraid.

This was a big deal!

Then, Sawyer bought us snacks,

and we snacked and chatted with PapaRob by phone.

Then Sawyer read my fortune in the giant 8 ball

 and played in the waterpark.

The beloved BIG BLUE BALL!

Then Sawyer's mommy brought me tulips (my favorite!) 

and a lovely card from Zack and family to top off a marvelous day.

Between all of these adventures, precious friends and family called, 

emailed, sent cards,and just basically made me feel remembered and loved.

Getting older is grand!! 

A Good Egg

I don't know who reads this blog; and it doesn't really matter.

I'm writing it for me as a photo-journal of life-in-the-moment, and at its simplest.

Today's entry and accompanying photo-journey may be the simplest yet.

Yet those moments with Sawyer and the eggs were about as sweet as they come. 

It truly takes so little...an egg and a two-year-old.

 Sawyer and I used the nifty little crockery egg-poacher that Marsha gave me.

Here Sawyer admires the finished product, after a quick little

spin in the microwave.  (The egg, not Sawyer)

 Then he sprinkles on the cheese, salt and pepper.

 Now it's time to dig in.

 He ate the white; I ate the yellow.

Then he wanted another one, so we did it again!

I know...

I told you it was a simple story!