Spring Awakening and Settling In

farm country sunrise

On a cold spring morning in Ohio, Mother Nature has already begun applying brilliant color to the vast canvas overhead, each brush stroke shifting the mood of the awakening day. I walk along the spongy ground; the evidence of a good soaking rain felt under my feet; and the cacophony of chirps and twitters in the canopy above greet me as I pass.  My body feels the pleasant soreness of the past few weeks of our laboring and I take a few moments, before the busyness of the day begins, to fill my lungs with the cool freshness that follows the gloom of a rainy day.

Spring seems to be battling with winter for her rightful place in nature’s order. Even so, we are beginning to see her fragile signs, the tiny buds pushing forth, making daily progress, and the spring bulbs no longer able to remain dormant in their cold earthen tomb, anxious to display their brilliant colors before the heat of summer fades their beauty.

Central Ohio will be our home through much of this year, as we have chosen to spend time assisting my husband’s folks, allowing them to remain in a home they have shared for 50+ years.  Looking over these 5 acres, there is much evidence of work needing to be done.  Parents who have resided here these many years are no longer able to keep up the pace that this lifestyle demands.  Weariness greets us at the end of each day but we feel the contentment that completing a project brings, although there is still much to be done.  Looking around, we see years of projects that could be added to the list.  Our satisfaction is the smiles witnessed on the faces of the two who have watched their home slowly decline, along with their bodies and perhaps a piece of their spirit, signs of hope beginning to replace worry.

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Letting Go

Learning how to let go or knowing when to let go can be painful or downright frightening, depending on the circumstance.  It seems throughout life we do this little letting go dance  and as time marches on, the dance steps can become more complicated.

When we were preparing to embark upon our new “nomadic” lifestyle, selling our home and letting go of possessions caused me to catch my breath a time or two.  Once I moved beyond some of the initial emotions that this evoked I felt the liberation of unburdening ourselves.  Letting go of our “stuff” opened up an entire new world with lots of possibilities.  As we began to travel this beautiful country and meet some great people I was reminded of what is truly important, and it became obvious that it wasn’t our “stuff”.

Enjoy the little things for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.  ~  Robert Brault

 I found myself reflecting upon this topic as we traveled back to Ohio earlier this week to visit Terry’s folks.  I must confess that I envisioned posting about the countryside here and mom’s beautiful gardens but I’ve forgotten the cable necessary to download photos to our computer so perhaps fate is at work here and I was meant to write this instead.

The touchy subject of aging presented itself and we found mom to be receptive; it seemed she wanted to discuss it.  We had pursued this topic with her in the past, only to find she was not ready. Now, at age 86, and with dad 92, it is time.  That is not to say that she is fully prepared to deal with all the aspects of aging, such as when to give up driving; how can I continue to live on my own should something happen to dad; how not to burden the children; what if one of us becomes ill and must take care of the other; will I outlive my nest egg.  All of these signify letting go of independence.  Although this is painful to see parents go through, we are thankful that mom is ready to share some of these worries, to let go just a little, allowing her children to be part of the process.

Our thoughts go out to all of you who are dealing with the challenges of aging parents or have this looming on the horizon.  May we all be able to let go of our fears and navigate these waters with patience, love, and grace.

Reflections

“Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated, communication is open, and rules are flexible, the kind of atmosphere found in a nurturing family.”  ~  Virginia Satir

Since we have been in Dayton, OH for the past couple of weeks visiting Terry’s parents, I thought I would write about interesting sights, particularly after visiting Carillon Historical Park with the folks.  Dayton seems to get a bad rap, never making it to the top “whatever” list that I frequently see on the internet. After visiting the Carillon Park museum and the wonderful job done depicting the history of Dayton, it deserves some attention.  Dayton has long been one of the country’s leading producers of patents.  The list of inventions is long, the airplane, artificial heart and kidney machine, and cash register, just to name a few.  Although I found Dayton to be interesting, I want to go in another direction for this post.

When we are in Ohio my thoughts are drawn to the quality time spent with family and friends and how much more enriched I am for having had spent the time here.  Why does reading or writing about feelings and emotions make so many of us uncomfortable?  I believe because it forces us to take pause; it is the proverbial mirror held up in front of us.

As most of us grow older, I believe we have come to realize the importance of family and friends.  I have been so very blessed to have had an anam cara, my “soul friend” Barbara, who I could share my deepest thoughts with, and her with me. She passed away March 15th of this year, and although I still miss her terribly, I have such treasured memories of our times together.  Because of her deteriorating health, whenever we were together, we spoke of our feelings for each other.  There was never any doubt for either of us.  One of my most vivid memories, whenever my visit ended, was for Barb to have her husband Pete put her arms around me for a hug when she was no longer capable of doing this for herself.  This always invoked a lot of tears and that hug said much that words could not express.  To this day, if I shut my eyes, I still feel that embrace, warm as the sun on a beautiful spring day.

So I have asked myself, as many of us do, why does it take knowing that our life here is growing short for us to take the bold step to speak from our heart?  Why don’t we do this on a regular basis, for none of us knows how long we are here?  I find that as I grow older, I feel more of a sense of urgency to step out of my comfort zone, take a risk and speak out, to quiet that little voice in my head that says “hurry, because time is fleeting”.

Like so many others, I had the misfortune of losing my mother at an early age and had an estranged relationship with my father.  I have been deeply blessed to have found beautiful replacements for both with Terry’s parents.  I am thankful to have learned the importance of embracing the time we have together and trying (not always successfully) to overlook the little things that tend to try one’s patience.  As we look back over time, isn’t it the “little things” we remember when our loved ones are gone?  It’s not so much the bike as it is the memory of being taught how to ride the bike.  It is not the dress, but the loving hands that sewed the dress.

We have not done much since our time in Dayton that would prompt taking pictures to post in a blog.  We did lots that will leave those pictures in our minds and imprints on our hearts.  Meals shared together, painting birdhouses, trimming branches, shopping for groceries, running errands, and taking dad to a doctor appointment were the highlights.  These are the “little things” that hopefully have helped them in small ways.  Watching Terry and his mother reminisce as they sorted through old family photos was touching.

Our friend Doug, who recently lost his mother and wrote a heartwarming poem as a tribute to her, which became part of her eulogy, said his new mantra is “no regrets”.  A good mantra for us all to follow.

I came across this quote from an anonymous source the other day that seems very fitting:

“Present your family and friends with their eulogies now – they won’t be able to hear how much you love them and appreciate them from inside the coffin.”

In this hustle-and-bustle world we live in, it can become easy to take for granted the bonds we have formed with those we love the most. We can sometimes forget the importance of showing them, in little ways, how much we appreciate them, how much they touch our hearts.  Let’s take time for the little things.

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A Special Bond

“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”  ~  Henri Nouwen  (1932-1996)

Normally I would blog about the little treasures to be found in a city like Columbus, OH, and there are those, but I want to take a different path for this posting. Given where we stayed for a couple of days, I feel compelled to touch upon the beauty of friendship, one that is comfortable, one that is steady.

How many of us have had the great fortune of maintaining a connection with someone from our childhood?  Terry has a special friend that he has held onto since junior high, a connection born of the fantasies of adolescent boys, and that has been a constant in his life through many highs and lows for both.

Doug & Terry on their Zundap Bella motor scooters ~ circa 1960

A cancer diagnosis for Terry brought us to Columbus four years ago and a friendship that was already long-standing grew so much deeper, a tragedy flowing into a blessing. I was fortunate to be able to share in this friendship and we were both honored to spend a couple of days at Doug and Donna’s home this past weekend.  You just know you are going to have a great weekend, one promising the creation of memories, when all you care to do, with all the opportunities presented to you, is spend time together visiting.  That is the weekend we had.

Saturday night we shared a great meal, then relaxed around a crackling fire.  A nice glass of wine, discussing our travels, everyday happenings, and kids’ lives rounded out the evening.   When I hear Donna talk about her daughters and grandsons and see the love and support that they both have for their kids, I wish I had not lost my parents so early in life and had the opportunities for these kinds of interactions.

Sunday was even better, with no one getting out of their “comfy” clothes all day long.  Storytelling, the comfort found in moments of silence, and the joy for me of mowing their lawn (I know, sounds a little odd, doesn’t it) added to the day.

Me & John Deere
Me, refusing to relinquish my "ride" to Terry

Honestly, after I realized where Terry and Doug disappeared to, I should have surrendered my hold on their new lawn mower, although I really do enjoy mowing grass.  50 years later, there they are still enjoying their toys, or more specifically, Doug’s new BMW Z4, just a tad pricier and a lot faster than the Zundap Bella motor scooters.  What a beauty she is and the two “old guys” are aging pretty good as well!

At one point in the evening Donna looked at Terry, marveling at how close we had all become, and surmised that perhaps Terry’s journey of cancer treatment and recovery, undertaken at their home four years ago, was meant to result in drawing us closer together.  She may indeed be right about that.

How do you thank someone for opening their home and their hearts to you, leaving their imprint along the way?  Doug and Donna, two endearing souls, took care of us four years ago, and did the same once again this past weekend.  What we have with them is truly a special bond, one that will sustain us throughout our lives.

Doug & Donna

“In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.”  ~  Albert Schweitzer

Visit with Family

Hola from balmy Mexico!

I guess you could say that I took a hiatus from blogging.  I am not one to do a posting just to fill space – not going to bore you with how I rearranged my kitchen cabinets (which is a posting I actually came across recently).

We, like many others, have been patiently awaiting the rainy season as it has been a long dry spell.  Many of those who have migrated south of the border (and locals perhaps) take a little break from this area during the month of May, which is our hottest month. Having said that, it still is rather pleasant here even at 90º, as we do not have the accompanying humidity during the dry season.  We did decide, however, to follow the crowds and take a trip north of the border to see family.

Our first stop was Indianapolis to visit Terry’s sister and husband and to pick up a vehicle we have stowed there.  Once the rains subsided (which had been plentiful this year in the midwest), we assisted in planting a garden, which I thoroughly enjoyed.  Terry got the task of roto-tilling the ground before we planted so I am not sure that he has as fond memories as I do!

I was reminded by my sister-in-law that when I posted some pictures of family back over the Christmas holidays, I neglected to include everyone in the family, that being the four-legged variety of relative.  My apologies to Frank and Pearl!

Frank Posing for the Camera
Pearl Napping after a Tough Day!

Pearl is very camera-shy (actually barks when you point a camera at her, as does Terry’s sister when a camera is pointed in her direction!) so taking a picture of her had to be a sneak attack.

From there we headed to Illinois to see my brother and family and to attend my godson’s graduation.  We also had the honor of seeing said godson (Seth) decked out for his 8th grade dance, which was quite an event.  It looked more like the prom to me.  My, how times have changed!

Seth and Friend Dressed for the Dance
Paige, Seth, and Blake

A rare shot of niece and nephews in the same photo:  Paige, always the photogenic one; Seth, still no smile to speak of; and Blake, hamming it up for the camera!

Next on the agenda was getting ready for a very important graduation.  I saw friends that I had not seen in 20+ years!  It was a very good time.

Proud Parents and Siblings Awaiting the Graduate
Grandma and Happy Graduate

And that is about as close as we could get to capturing a smile on Seth’s face!

A grade school talent show was on the list of activities that we took time to see, where our niece Paige did a song and dance routine with several of her friends.

Paige - the "Justice" Girl

After a few days of enjoying family in Illinois, we ventured to Ohio to spend time with Terry’s parents, assisting with as many projects as they would allow.  The weather was very nice, as was our visit.  We were both grateful to be able to offer a helping hand where needed.

From Ohio, back to the Indianapolis area to spend a night with niece Sara and her significant other, Nick.  I am including photos of two more of our four-legged relatives, one who was overlooked in my last family posting (Bailie) and the newest addition to the family, Marge.

Bailie, a Very Calm, Lovable Girl
Marge, with Mom Sara

Out of control, boisterous Marge thought she was a cat in this next shot, attempting to climb as far into Terry’s lap as she could

We had a wonderful visit and the time flew by, as it seems to when you are on vacation.  Is it proper to call it a vacation when you are retired?

We are now back in Mexico, returning to the rainy season and some amazing storms.  It is a bit more humid than before the rains came and the temps are hovering around 80º. Not a bad gig if you can get it!