Hummingbirds

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Legend says that hummingbirds float free of time, carry with them our hopes for joy, celebration and love.  The delicate grace of the hummingbird reminds us that life is rich, that beauty is all around us, that every personal connection is meaningful, and that laughter is life’s sweetest creation.

This little beauty was kind enough to visit us on the day that my sister and I took our father on a zip-lining adventure to celebrate Fathers’ Day, providing me with a much needed reminder of life’s bounty and magic (and also reminding me that I desperately needed to invest in a serious long-range lens for my camera!).

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Joy

Joy is a natural consequence of love and acceptance.
Joy is a natural consequence of acceptance and love.

As we head into the long Labor Day weekend, I’ve been thinking about acceptance and joy.  As I work my way through this journey towards a more joyful life, towards finding the most joy and happiness in my life, I am discovering that the more I accept myself – and that includes my past, my failures, my mistakes, the more joy naturally fills my world.

Have a wonderful weekend!

 

 

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When I Ruled the World (U.B.C. – Day 28)

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Cleaning my office, aka the laundry room over our garage, recently, I found a batch of photographs from my first trip overseas. A friend from high school had moved to Paris after college and routinely sent me postcards and letters regaling me with his adventures living the life of an expat. Everything sounded so glamorous, and I knew I just had to get my foot in the door so that I, too, could become cosmopolitan and mysterious, just as he had. Read more

The People’s River and the Gift of Time (U.B.C. – Day 23)

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The Charles River snakes through the southern part of my town, approximately three-quarters of a mile from my front door. On the western side of the bridge is a small waterfall, the size of which belies the fury of the water tumbling over. One the eastern side is a calm in which an observer can lose themselves watching the pattern of the current. Read more

Castle Island (U.B.C. – Day 21)

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Today was a gorgeous day here in eastern Massachusetts, sunny and although the temperature reached the high 60s by late afternoon, for the start and running of most of the marathon, it was in the mid-50s to low 60s; perfect running weather for the Boston Marathon.

Because the majority of roads around us close at 8:30 am and stay that way until late afternoon, I decided to get out of dodge and scheduled a playdate with The Boy and a friend of his from nursery school whose mother just happens to be a great friend of mine, as well. We decided to go biking with the boys at Castle Island in South Boston. Read more

The Beauty of Clean Laundry (U.B.C. – Day 15)

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Today is many things in my household.  It is, of course, tax day.  Fortunately, we have an accountant who keeps us in line there, so I don’t worry too much about it except to keep her in the know with the appropriate documentation.

It is also the first anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing.  For us, it is a day to be extraordinarily thankful, as my eldest step-daughter was running the race last year and was less than a half mile away when the bombs went off.  Other than a foot injury sustained in the crush of humanity rushing this way and that in a panic, she was unharmed.

This April 15, however, holds another, more immediate reason for gratitude.  Yesterday our hot water heater was replaced, and today I can do laundry for the first time in nearly two weeks.  Towels, sheets, socks, underwear … it’s all going into scalding hot water today and I couldn’t be more excited.

Perhaps after the laundry is all done, I can start catching up on the rest of my to-do list….

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On Being Alone With My Husband (U.B.C. – Day 13)

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Last night Ernie Hemingway and I had a free night. A night without children. The Boy was with my parents for a sleepover, and the youngest daughter was off visiting a friend in Boston and doing whatever it is young twenty-somethings do these days. The antics of my youth seem tame in comparison to some of the stuff I hear about now, but I digress.

We had the annual fund raiser at The Boy’s school last night, a fun evening for which the parents get all gussied up and go drink wine and beer and bid what we hope are absurdly large amounts of money for items drummed up for donation by the two awesomely amazing women who co-chair the event.

It was a fun night, and we got to schmooze with a lot of people we wouldn’t otherwise have a chance to meet, as our kids are not in the same grade. It was nice for the parents who are not doing drop-off and pick-up on a daily basis to have the opportunity to meet and talk with other parents. It was lovely to see everyone dressed up in their finery instead of in jeans, yoga pants or sweatpants, with hair and makeup done, their faces bright and expectant instead of tired and wanting just a few more minutes before the alarm goes off.

The best part of the night, however, was the hours after the auction. Ernie Hemingway and I got to be just “us” for a few hours, no place we needed to be, nobody we needed to pick up, nobody waiting at home for us. We got to sleep by ourselves for a full night instead of experiencing the normal routine of The Boy coming in to snuggle at 5:00 am each morning. We got to wake up by ourselves and talk about things we wanted instead of having to leap out of bed to make somebody else breakfast, get somebody else dressed or bring somebody else to school.

Last night reminded me of the myriad reasons I love my husband, reasons that often get obscured as we rush through the daily grind of life, barely seeing one another some days except for a few minutes at night when we fall, exhausted, into bed. My husband and I got to spend twenty-four hours together being one another’s best friend and confidante, instead of only being one another’s partner in family management.

It was heavenly.

Springing (U.B.C. – Day 6)

The world looks a little different today.  The sun is shining, the sky is bright, and temperatures are on the rise.  My eldest step-daughter’s boyfriend proposed to her yesterday!  They two are a perfect match and I couldn’t be happier for them.  I’m looking forward to getting to know him and his family better now that they are officially on the march to marriage.  Perhaps she and I can finally put aside our differences, as well.

Most important of all in my mind, though, is that my spring flowers are poking through the topsoil, proving to me that after this long and horrendous winter, spring is actually coming.

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Ultimate Blog Challenge – Day 1

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Since the blogging goals I set for myself have been thrown so far off track by life, I decided to jump into April with both feet and join the Ultimate Blog Challenge and post new content each day. I can’t promise mind-blowing thoughtful and philosophical content each day, but I can promise that I will post something every day during the month of April, even if it’s just a selfie of me bashing my head into the nearest wall. Haha, I’m just kidding. I think. Read more