Today sure felt like spring, but I'm not convinced. Too many years I have seen spring snow storms that appeared out of nowhere.
So I'm hopeful, but definitely not convinced.
April 1st, I wash and dry my winter coat, and put it away, no matter what.
Maybe it's the last year in isolation, or getting older, but whatever it is, I am often nostalgic for days gone by. Lately, I've been missing my old friend. Going through boxes of old pictures really took me back.
Here we are, about 13. Not sure what was up with Gayle's bright red lipstick. I think it was a phase she went through for a short time.
Here we are many moons later.........
Do we ever stop missing those old friends??? Family??? All those who leave us behind?
Life, however, continues on, and gives us other people to love, like these two.
Baking bread at Mimi's house..........
Weaving continues........I am committed to NOT buying any more thread, but using up all the thread I have. It requires me to concentrate and think about what is possible, and not go for the first thing that pops into my head.
I am trying to stay positive, but the news every day is almost too much to bear. The mobs in Florida, people not taking this virus seriously, our everyday world so changed, so alien, immigrants and their children suffering, with no clear solutions....the ongoing battle between the two political parties, long gone any hope that we could mend this vast difference between us.
All very dismal. I know I won't live long enough to see some of the devastating results to the planet, but I grieve for my children, and more, for my grandchildren, innocent in all of it.
I am so grateful that I grew up when I did, and where I did. I was so fortunate. I don't remember the world looking so scary.
But maybe I just didn't know. Maybe it was. I like to believe, though, that it was different, that we were different.
6 comments:
Those that we love that have gone before us still have golden threads that are embroidered all through our hearts. Their memories will be with us forever :)
You know, Hilary, my view of the world dovetails with yours, yet my grandchildren are hopeful and my daughters believe in them.
I appreciate your thoughts on current situations. Makes me feel like I'm not the only one. And I *love* the circles in the last photo!
I agree, it feels like holding my breath all the time. The other week a joked said to my HB we should have taken two cats instead of (my beloved!) children.
Interesting thoughts. Over the last year a lot of my friends around my age have gone home. It's hard to keep realizing I won't see them again when "things open up".
About our youngers, they know the world they were born into, so they don't have the comparisons in mind. I remember as a teen in the 50s older people saying I don't know how you manage, the world's so different now! Pretty much what we're saying now.
As a child of the 50s I grew up in a world where we had atomic bomb drills curling up under our school desks and covering our heads. The world never seemed particularly safe to me. But I also saw that most things people were fearful of never happened or happened the way they expected, so I chose to remain positive and look for the precious things in life--like those grands and those dogs and that beautiful weave. ;)
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