Birthday Ramblings . . .

Sixty-eight years of days. Of mornings and evenings–making beds, meals, memories.

Can it be so?

I am always writing—this blog, a devotional thought or something to leave my children–but only mentally.

Then those words are lost, and the time slips into cooking, cleaning, ironing, yard work– you know all things necessary. The last three weeks slipped into remodeling a kitchen.

I feel a stranger to this blog; I have been away far too long, caused by the same explanation of what happens to life. . .

Time is like a bar of soap, slipping away all too quickly.

I miss blogging time. I want to promise that I will be faithful and write weekly–but will I?

When my children used to have a daunting task before them–papers to write, books to read, busy schedules–“Mom, I can’t do this.” I would say “how do you eat an elephant?” (One bite at a time is the answer)

I guess life is like eating elephant. Some take bigger bites, swallowing without chewing, gulping gigantic moments without thought. I want to eat like a bird–tiny bites, but often and everything. I want to taste every bite, savoring the moment–whether I like elephant or not.

Because of my insatiable appetite, I try to taste it all–but it is dessert that I most often skip–
And it is dessert that I really want–writing, walking in the wind, held captive by a book on a rainy day.

And life slips away with no time for dessert!

Reflecting upon life causes me to think of you, and to thank you. You, my readers and my friends (the ones who know me)are forever engraved in my heart. You are my gift, ribboned through out life with delightful colors, and I appreciate your presence–past or today–from another country or next door.

Not only do I eat elephant, I am blessed with the same remarkable memory for survival. And I remember you . . .

Rambling on. . .

About oct17

The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.
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10 Responses to Birthday Ramblings . . .

  1. Tom says:

    Love you much.Happy Birthday! Keep rambling on– I love your thoughts.

  2. Vera says:

    Lovely, Barb, and happy birthday. I too nibble, gulp, and grasp at it all. I’m finding more and more that I must take tiny bites and simply can’t indulge in it all. Life happens and sometimes the diet of life is to nibble lightly.

  3. Kaye says:

    I also love your ramblings….So thankful you were a part of my life. Happy Birthday with much love.

  4. Marti Pieper says:

    I’ve always loved your ramblings. And I’ll be praying you can find more time to devote to them soon. HAPPY BIRTHDAY and {{HUGS}}!

  5. Cindy says:

    Very nice, Sis. Very nice. I like the flow of your rambling!

  6. Mette Wilson says:

    Love you beautiful Barbara 🙂 thank you for this and for you! Happy Birthday and may this year bring you many deserts! 😉 xxx love and God bless xxx Mette x

    • oct17 says:

      Mette, dear. I think of you EVERYDAY–and that is a fact. Remember the little bird on the wire? You signed it on back and the year2009. It hangs on the cabinet door where my plates and bowls are kept. I open it at least once everyday! And I smile. Thank you for your note. I had a nice dessert today:-)

  7. Glenda Ferguson says:

    Hope the rest of the day went well for you.

    Love and prayers, Glenda

    He doesn’t call the qualified; He qualifies the called

  8. Sheila Stoullig says:

    Belated happy birthday Barb! I love your blog!

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