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. . .