It was 20 days ago when I last blogged. Since then we've elected a new President, much to my approval. My eldest has turned another year older . . and wiser. I am extremely proud of my adult children, and I try to remind them of that occasionally.
We may be having an early Thanksgiving Day /Eleanor 2nd Birthday gathering since Darrin & Family are taking an early Christmas Family Surprise Trip. He certainly loves surprising his children.
A date has been set to celebrate Granpa Schumm's (my dad) 100th birthday in January; and also in January I may be going to Africa for my first visit.
Four years ago this month I was privileged to be studying with some very special friends who helped me recognize my need for medical treatment for depression. Since then I have tried to make as many people as possible aware of the insidious ways that situational depression can sneak up on a person. So many people could be living their lives with a greater sense of fulfillment if they would be willing to seek help. Our current world situation and the stresses of continual change and workplace pressures are greater than in previous times. Fewer people must be handling more information, and decisions are required with less time for review.
However, technology can still not replace the importance of spending time in reflection and knowing how it really feels to relax. It may be able to determine if the mind is not stressed, but it cannot create that sense of peace. That must come from within. LM
Friday, November 21, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Voting on other than ELECTION DAY
Who'd have thunk?. .
how did we advance so quickly in just 4 years that we can now accommodate people to vote at a time other than just one day every four years?. .. really?
that does not take a rocket scientist to figure that out.
In honor of progress, I will go vote "EARLY" today.
Let me know if you did the same. LM
how did we advance so quickly in just 4 years that we can now accommodate people to vote at a time other than just one day every four years?. .. really?
that does not take a rocket scientist to figure that out.
In honor of progress, I will go vote "EARLY" today.
Let me know if you did the same. LM
Changing with the season
Fall is my favorite time of year. the air is fresh & crisp; the colors can be so invigorating. for me, I welcome the end of the hot days, since I'm not one to love the summer sports. It seems that the sunshine is just cleaner in Fall--at least here in Kansas. I usually choose to take some vacation this time of year. I have just returned from two weeks and 3,600 miles in the Rocky Mountain States. I traveled mainly Interstate highways this year, except for a stretch along the Salmon River in Idaho, and also practically following the Continental Divide (I think) in southern Colorado and northern New Mexico. The longer I was on the road, the more beautiful the colors became.
I felt part of the change. I actually could feel less stiffness in my back as I would lie down to sleep at night, even tho I fatigued from driving and was getting virtually no exercise--and I was keeping in touch with my office, since it was a sort of 'working vacation'. I had planned visits with about a dozen volunteers in communities along the way, to check in about the Alternative Gift Markets they are coordinating or planning to hold in the future.
The time alone in the car also gave me opportunity to better accept that there is so little that I really can control. But I did need to keep alert and be aware of my surroundings, since it is the season for hunting, and the deer & elk were being disturbed from their normal habitat.
Perhaps I am entering a new season of my life. One in which I can settle in and feel more secure, but also must stay aware for approaching storms. Now, however, I feel more prepared for those events than ever before. I think that is because I know that I have survived many previous storms--even with the unpredictable stock market and workplace angst. I gain comfort in the scripture that says "there is nothing new under the sun". .
and yet, each day there is something new. There is good news. To listen to many news stories, one would think that we are always 'breaking new records'. .but in many ways, that is simply number-crunching for the younger generation that has not weathered so many storms.
I watch my 99 year old father and realize what he has survived. .and still, he just lives one meal and one day at a time.. . I don't know if he reflects on things nearly so much as I. .but maybe he does. So many people have stories about the storms they have survived. We need to hear more of them to appreciate the changing of each season. Many of them are living now in the 'best time of their lives'. .and, yet, we Americans want so much more. I wonder why that is. LM
I felt part of the change. I actually could feel less stiffness in my back as I would lie down to sleep at night, even tho I fatigued from driving and was getting virtually no exercise--and I was keeping in touch with my office, since it was a sort of 'working vacation'. I had planned visits with about a dozen volunteers in communities along the way, to check in about the Alternative Gift Markets they are coordinating or planning to hold in the future.
The time alone in the car also gave me opportunity to better accept that there is so little that I really can control. But I did need to keep alert and be aware of my surroundings, since it is the season for hunting, and the deer & elk were being disturbed from their normal habitat.
Perhaps I am entering a new season of my life. One in which I can settle in and feel more secure, but also must stay aware for approaching storms. Now, however, I feel more prepared for those events than ever before. I think that is because I know that I have survived many previous storms--even with the unpredictable stock market and workplace angst. I gain comfort in the scripture that says "there is nothing new under the sun". .
and yet, each day there is something new. There is good news. To listen to many news stories, one would think that we are always 'breaking new records'. .but in many ways, that is simply number-crunching for the younger generation that has not weathered so many storms.
I watch my 99 year old father and realize what he has survived. .and still, he just lives one meal and one day at a time.. . I don't know if he reflects on things nearly so much as I. .but maybe he does. So many people have stories about the storms they have survived. We need to hear more of them to appreciate the changing of each season. Many of them are living now in the 'best time of their lives'. .and, yet, we Americans want so much more. I wonder why that is. LM
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