You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘Passage of time’ tag.

I mentioned in the last blog the joy of reconnecting with Ellen, a friend I had seen very little of since our graduation from high school in Indiana nearly 55 years ago.  As I write that number, I am absolutely amazed at how quickly time passes, never to be repeated.  Moment by moment our lives pass us by and then an event occurs that triggers a “look back,” and we’re shocked.  The reality of who we have become startles us.

The mini-reunion we had in Chicago last week end provided that “look back” and I remain in a state of shock.  We felt young yet, or so we claimed.  For sure we didn’t feel our age nor did most of us look our age either.  But the minutes had ticked by any way, slipping through our fingers like through a sieve, and the many fond memories of years gone by could only be recounted, not lived again.

There is some thing very special about reliving fond memories.  For one, they can be “used” to lessen the hold of a conflict with a friend or family member.  No one is in charge of what we dwell on but ourselves.  Making the choice to think another thought rather than the one that is creating inner angst is a great choice to make.  And one we can practice repeatedly with out announcing to anyone what we are doing.

The little joys that call to us for a show of appreciation can be as small as a barking dog, a chirping cardinal, that first cup of coffee in the morning with a spouse or a friend, or a child’s whimper to be picked up.  That note of thanks from a friend that was entirely unexpected deserves our acknowledgment too. When ever we seek to notice the many opportunities for showing signs of appreciation, they will seem to multiply.  Funny how that works, wouldn’t you say?

Today, look for the many times you can express appreciation.  Many will be woven within the tiniest of experiences.  The more we cultivate within us the willingness to really see, the greater will be our level of joy.  Sign me up!  How about you?


I sit here amazed that it’s been nearly two weeks since I blogged last.  Where does time go?  I love to write and I love doing this blog but I have obviously let “life” get in my way.  Some times we enjoy the quick passage of time; the dreaded dentist appointment, for instance, if we are facing some work we really don’t want to suffer through.  Having it over more quickly than anticipated is a blessing.

But the broken heart will not mend very quickly, no matter how we approach it.  The pain will pass, however.  If we are willing to seek the counsel of others who have walked a similar path already, we will not only get relief but words of encouragement that are guaranteed to soften the blow and heal the wound.   I haven’t had a broken heart for many years but I have experienced periods of darkness. Why they come is any one’s guess; but we can be certain that every one of us will find ourselves in a shadowy place once in a while.

It occurs to me that mine come upon me when I have forgotten to acknowledge the God of my understanding along with the “hovering angels” I believe are personally assigned to each one of us.  I wouldn’t have believed in either of these concepts prior to coming into the recovery rooms and now both ideas sustain me daily if I call on them to.  Life can be so much brighter, so much easier if we allow the “helpers” to guide us on our journey.  Why would we ever choose otherwise?  Indeed, why would we.

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 235 other followers


Twitter Updates