Saturday, being my day off lends itself to being a day to clean, meal plan, and shop.  Some weeks it feels like a chore and others, I remember to count my blessings and enjoy the journey this life is.

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It is always surprising when inspiration comes unexpected sources.  I learned this week of the passing of a first cousin with whom I had lost touch years ago.  Tommy was twelve years older than me, lived 1,200 miles away, and his father, Tom, and my mother, Grace, who were siblings, had a falling out fifty years ago.  I do recall, however, being at my Uncle Tom’s bedside while he was in the VA hospital during his last days, so I am hopeful that my mom and her brother made some sort of peace.  I also have a vivid and emotional memory of the night my cousin flew out of Greater Pittsburgh Airport to go fight in Vietnam.  Chronology is not my strong suit, but I was probably about 8 or 9 years old.  Seeing his mother Jane, his father, and sisters, Sally and Kathi, cry on that rooftop observation deck, the feelings surrounding it all, still brings a lump to my throat.

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I have been friends with Kathi on Facebook for a while, and she let me know of his passing.  Since then, I have friended his son, Thomas, who also lost his mother about a year ago.  It made me realize that we all race through life and miss opportunities for connection daily.   At dinner last night with some incredible ladies I am fortunate to call friends, one of them counseled the other to walk slower.  I realized she could be talking to each and every one of us.  Rita even went so far as to say “God gave you a friend with a cane” and I had an aha moment.  It shouldn’t take a death or an injury to slow us down and remind us to live in the moment, but it does.

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As I sat outside and looked over a beautiful garden on a breezy, perfect weather day, I was seeing things as if for the first time.  Although I’m not much of a photographer (yet) I snapped some shots of the garden my surrogate son, Daniel, grows, and the yard that my son, Austin, keeps beautiful.  I hope they can inspire some of you out there to slow down and see the wonder of the world around you.

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There is whimsy.

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There is life.

There is love.

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There is the beauty of this world that is just waiting to be appreciated.

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Somehow the rest of my day just got a whole lot more opportunity and a lot less chore.

 

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