How we do life

Flying to visit my in-laws, I am reminded how much we take for granted. Like my husband’s mom, now 88, and a part of his life for so long it is easier to imagine she will always be here than face the fact that time is marching on. Of course logically, we know what is true, but emotionally our psyches have decided we can only handle what is. We can’t test the feelings out. We have no mechanism that allows us to experience such a loss outside of the experience, itself. There doesn’t seem to be a way to prepare for it. Maybe worry is the best we can do. Yet, worrying seems so futile….

Gone with the Wind

It was easy to see the little red spider mites were lighter than a hair as they scattered along the porch railing. The slightest breeze would have rocked their world and sent them sailing. Each tiny bodies appeared to be no match for even a whispering summer gust. I pondered their future disorientation and likely demise, sharing compassion and even a pouting lip. Then I dig deeper. What do I know of these things? The wind may be their salvation. Just what they are counting on to send them on their small life adventures. So who am I to project my human experience onto these tiny creatures? Why be worried or concerned that they are…