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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a decision that’s before me; one that I admit to feeling hesitant about.
Yesterday I heard this quote: “Doubt means don’t.”
Today I found this picture at left.
Think the universe may be trying to tell me what I already know?
It doesn’t matter what the decision is … this can apply to any of us at any time.
I’m going with my “gut.”
You?
Dad's garage, where my brother fixes stuff and where I still expect to see Dad.
Had a nice chat on the phone with my brother the other night. We don’t talk often, maybe a few times a year, but when we do, oh… I love it. I really love it. The range of topics. The laughter. The moments when we click.
We’re far apart, geographically speaking. He lives on the family farm in Saskatchewan where we all grew up. I’m in the U.S., West Michigan, where I live with my hubbs & family.
We talked about everything from how to fix the well, to who is coming home for Christmas to how’s Mom doing. (She lives on the farm, too). We talk, we laugh, we reminisce about Dad, and how he would blame us kids when the dog launched rabbit farts in the living room. We reminisce about Dad’s secret stash of candy that wasn’t much of a secret. Then … we get quiet. Because we both miss him more than we can articulate. Because, on the farm, he’s everywhere.
Growing up, my brother and I didn’t see eye to eye on much. He was older, bigger, and way cooler than I’d ever be. I mostly stayed out of his way or did something funny to amuse him. Still.. I loved my brother, his easy charm, his humor. He could tease you raw… but he wasn’t all that rough on me… even though I was annoying and silly and an easy target.
Now, there’s none of that.
What there is now is a man on the phone who sounds remarkably like our Dad, who’s a softy when it comes to his wife, his kids, his dog, anyone really. Who helps others. Who has some health issues, who is aging.
What we have now is a relationship between two people who happen to be related and who actually like each other.
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source: dailytop10.net
Live with intention.
Walk to the edge.
Listen. Hard.
Practice wellness.
Play with abandon.
Laugh.
Choose with no regret.
Continue to learn.
Appreciate your friends.
Do what you love.
Live. As. If. This. Is. All. There. Is.
-mary anne radmacher
source: tomandali.onesugar
I gravitate to them. They remind me of simpler times in my life, when my Grandparents were still alive.
I love it when an old man catches my eye in the grocery store and, with a wink, he pauses for a moment to tell me a joke. A joke expertly delivered, I might add.
When that happens … I know that this moment – this one moment – is his one opportunity to tell his joke to someone new.
I also know it’s quite possible the wife is sick and tired of hearing the same joke and, very likely, he made up a reason to go to the store. It’s a quest – a quest to find someone new … a reason to get up. To go out. To interact.
People just want to be heard, and I actually quite love it when they choose me.
The road to home makes me think of advice my mother gave to me as a newly married woman, “Remember dear, every time he annoys you or does something you think is stupid .. he’s had the same thoughts about you.”
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A Typical Blog. A Typical Woman. A Typical Take On Life. With An Atypical Twist!
“I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say.”
Arise, shine; For your light has come!
Country Living for Beginners
Kate's views on life edited by four opinionated cats
Novelist, Traveler, and More
My Journey From Merchant Mariner to Mother, And Spiritual Being.
Nancy Roman
just another plaid-wearin' java-sippin' girl
Just another WordPress.com weblog
some thoughts along the way
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