the So. Saskatchewan river, view from home; an emjayandthemphoto (C). Click on photo for a larger view - well worth it!
You can’t do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth. – Unknown
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What makes your life feel wide and deep?
For me it’s life itself – those little moments that make my heart sing with joy:
The first taste of Mom’s homemade buns slathered with Raspberry jam.
A shared look between me and the hubbs last night.
Old dog leaning in for an extended pet.
Enveloping hugs from my boys.
A fridge full of homemade goodness and the smiles my efforts generated.
Shared laughter – and tears – with my sister.
Chats with my brothers. Tea at 4:00 pm.
Windows open. College Football and Baseball playoffs.
The wind in my face, the sun on my back and gravel crunching beneath my tennies.
The opportunity to return to where I grew up but come home to where I belong.
All of these and more … make my life wide and deep.
And you?
Your posts paint wonderful, family-spun pictures. Pray your visit to your roots was a good one. Missed you; welcome back.
Thank you, LeRoy. I felt like I touched “home base” and sang out “oley oley oxen free!” There’s something about going back to where it all began that is just good for the soul.
Good to be back!!
Yes to what you said. All of it. I am glad you had a nice trip back home.
Indeed I did; Cheers! MJ
Your photos are inspiring…I love that kind of country. Reads like your trip home was healing.
… I love it, too. Thanks, Lissa, MJ
For me… Wide and deep comes from my little boy. When he laughs at the silliest things, when I have to do my best to heal his hurts… The list runs long. Thank you for the reflection.
Yes – that makes for a great list! Thank you for your comments, Jessica .. come back soon
MJ
making my first ever loaf of rye bread last night and having it come out near perfect…then having a ham & cheese on rye for lunch today….
having my grand-daughters wake me up by jumping on me in bed.
that first sip of soda from an ice filled glass…the bubbles that attack my throat.
writing something that I think is excellent..no matter what everyone else thinks (this doesn’t happen too often)
sitting on the beach for the last two hours of sunshine….
All wonderful things to behold … and I can smell that Rye bread from here… mmm!! Thanks Coop
MJ
Welcome back. So glad you had a safe and wonderful trip.
Thank you, it was good to go home and it’s great to “be” home! Had a fun & eventful time, for sure .. MJ
I’ve thought about you over the past days – marinating in love and memories as you traveled home and reconnected with your loved ones. Hope it was as wonderful as it sounds, but glad you made it home safely.
Thank you, Renee. Mostly it was wonderful; there were moments of angst – there are on every trip regardless of the destination it seems – but overall … lovely. Lots of time with my Mom and a chance to just “be.” I came home rested and relaxed. Thanks for your kind wishes!! MJ
Glad that you were able to enjoy a trip “back home”. Back home to me is about 15 miles west of here, and I ride those country roads every chance I get. That’s “wide and deep” to me. Having my husband and son ride with me is the icing on the cake!
Beautiful photo!
I think of that John Denver song, “Hey it’s good to be back home again …. sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.” And that’s how I felt
MJ
Sharing a good soup with the family. It makes everything make sense.
mmmm Soup!! Luscious, lovely soup! MJ
Marvelous view. Thanks for reminding me to enlarge it.
I’m glad you enjoyed it
MJ
I love the statement about being able to return where you grew up but come home to where you belong now. It’s a leap that many people don’t make. For people who never move far from where they grew up, they can’t understand how both the home of the distant past and the home of today can have a place in your life. Nice turn of phrase! ~Sheila
Thank you, Sheila. I knew you’d get it. You’ve been there
MJ