My Days Well-Lived
It’s early morning where I am, but I’ve been up for awhile. I wanted to savor every minute of today. A year ago, at this time, he was still with me. He was still alive. And I can only keep saying that for just a few more hours. And then it will no longer be […]
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God is good. All the time. All the time. God is good. Yes. I believe that. And still… There is no gravity in my house. Ten months. And counting… When should I go to bed? What time should I get up? When am I suppose to eat? Or NOT eat? What am I suppose to […]
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I belong to an online group for widows/widowers. The group, which consists of about 3000 people, is a source of encouragement as we share our experiences. Even though my grief is new and unique to me, it is oddly comforting to know that grief, in and of itself, is not new. People have been mourning […]
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I was just casually looking for art supplies at the local craft store. Minding my own business and not thinking about grief. Not even thinking about Jon in that moment. It’s okay to say that, right? Just enjoying a bit of reprieve with some carefree shopping. As I was comparing the different hues of red […]
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So I painted this picture. The online class instructor suggested that we take pictures of the piece as we painted. That was excellent counsel. Looking back at the progression of this picture, I was reminded of the Master’s hand. I said in an earlier post, this grief art therapy is taking me to places I […]
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I’m finding the creative arts to be therapeutic during this season of grief. I’m exploring acrylics, watercolors, and writing. I’ve never been one to write in journals. But my heart needed to put my thoughts on paper. I couldn’t find a journal that suited me. I ordered several and returned them all. I created and […]
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A few weeks back, I had to drop off some documents at a local business. The woman who took the papers from me talked briefly, and then tears rolled down her cheeks. She said, “Jon would walk in and come back to my desk. He was always so friendly, and we would just talk for […]
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It’s been eight months. I plan to clean out the bathroom today. All the shelves and all the drawers. It’s been on my to-do list for over a week. I keep “arrowing” it over to the next day. And then the next. But I think today is the day. And to be fair, 75 percent […]
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I watched Shadowlands this past weekend — part of the story of C. S. Lewis. I actually didn’t know what I was signing up for when I rented the movie, but recently I had watched Anthony Hopkins in another movie, The Father (also an ambush), and was intrigued by this actor. Shadowlands was such a […]
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My husband had been gone for a little over a month, and the adrenaline shock was wearing off. No longer was I frantically finding “his” chores to do around the house. I had become lethargic and depressed, feeling lost and alone. A few days into my slump, unable to sleep and feeling distraught, I got […]
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I have attempted to be pro-active when it comes to special dates and my grief. My husband always wrote hand-written notes inside of the cards he gave me as well as underlining anything meaningful. I have saved them all (all? I hope so. I’m praying I still find a box or two hidden away somewhere […]
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My bus is stuck in the mud this week. Apathy, the bus driver, doesn’t think we can get out. Wallowing is here with him, a distraction, and we aren’t getting much accomplished, paralyzed by the situation. Food and drink have graciously been provided, but the thought of eating brings Nausea to sit beside me. Exhaustion […]
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I’m reading a book by Joanne Cacciatore, Bearing the Unbearable. With her permission, I may from time to time post a passage that I find meaningful. I may write about my own grief as well, but right now my brain can’t fully compute and words are just jumbled in my head. Grief is a tricky […]
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I have two church bulletins from 2019 tucked in the back of my daytimer. These bulletins are filled with handwritten notes. The sermons spoke to me then, and continue to speak to me to this day, and I occasionally pull them out to review the lessons. The interesting thing about these two sermons, which were […]
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Do you ever play games in your mind? You know, like this is one… We relocated to a new city 8 years ago. 8 years! It seems like 3. How did that happen? And so (the game)… when the next 8 years whiz by, it will be the year 2028 (almost)! That number looks odd. […]
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I have not had enough empathy for people in chronic pain. The week before Mother’s Day, I injured my back — somehow. I don’t really know when or how, but trust me I’m down for the count. It toyed with me for about 6 weeks, mostly just disrupting my sleep, but in week 7, it […]
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Joining up with Five Minute Friday this week (for the first time in ages) with the prompt: opportunity. A set of circumstances that allows me to do something I want to do or have to do. That’s how most dictionaries describe the word opportunity. That sounds simple enough, right? Here’s the opportunity, go for it! […]
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We sat around the table reminiscing about childhood school experiences. And as you would guess, there was a mixture of laughter and shock as my daughters shared their memories. During a rare break in the chatter, daughter Number 3 said, “This is crazy, but one of the biggest lessons I learned in school was in […]
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Joining up with Five Minute Friday this week on the prompt: rain Those 4 letters were once just a common word in my vocabulary that described the weather. The word was neither good nor bad. It just was. It rained. Or it didn’t rain. I never gave it much thought. And then my husband became […]
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I caught myself sending up a prayer yesterday, “God….” I say “caught” because when I heard my voice, after that one word, I stopped. Seriously? Was I going to talk to God that way? I thought about that prayer the rest of the day. Mind you, there is nothing wrong with addressing God by using […]
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As I placed the watercolor paint pots on the table, I heard a few moans from around the table. “Where are our markers?” was the question of the day. Earlier in the summer, trying to save myself some prep time for each class, I searched for a way to get my pictures onto the canvas […]
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“Those paintings look so different,” my sister said when I showed her a recent photo from a Cookies & Canvas session. That made me laugh because although Cookies & Canvas is indeed a “step by step, follow the leader” type of paint class, everyone’s finished picture is unique. I tend to follow the rules and […]
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Recently I discovered a wonderful new blog, The Perennial Gen. The creators of this blog hope to reach out to women in mid-life and beyond. I copied part of their mission statement and placed it below because I wanted you to understand why I was drawn to these women, and why I wanted to write […]
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I attended a conference recently where I had the privilege of listening to a dozen women recite the essay they contributed to Leslie Leyland Fields’ newest book, The Wonder Years. It was such a fun evening, as women talked on aging, faith, beauty, strength — and training bras! In three thematic sections – -Firsts, […]
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If you are following my blog, by now you know I’ve fallen in love with this simple painting class I facilitate at my mother’s assisted living home. I didn’t want to do it. I did it for her. But the joke is on me because I’m crazy about this class — and these women. I […]
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During the last class in February, as I was setting up the art supplies, the administrator asked if she could talk with me for a minute. As I laid the last of the paints on the table, I followed her into the hallway, assuming she wanted to talk in private about something concerning my mother. […]
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I invited my friend Brenda Yoder to join me here today to talk about ways to cultivate our identity as we release our kids. I know I floundered for quite some time, trying to redefine myself, after my last child flew the coop. My children are spaced out by 13 years, so I had been […]
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A few years back, my husband and I visited Colorado Spings for the first time. As we left the airport and drove south toward the city, the snow-covered beauty of Pike’s Peak came into view. And as most likely with first time visitors, it’s summit beckoned to us. We needed to get to the top […]
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The forecast for Friday was daunting. The news was calling for a winter storm with 14 inches of snow threatening our area. I texted my husband on Thursday afternoon, saying, “I think I’m just going to cancel class.” His reply was almost instantaneous, “just wait until morning.” I think he gets just as excited about […]
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A Snowman picture just seemed appropriate for the first art class in January at my mom’s assisted living facility. The roads were snow-covered and the trees glistened with ice. Brrr. I think we should have had some hot chocolate as well. As Loraine took her seat, she told me her daughter had taken down most […]
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As I was setting up for our first art class since the holidays, Phyllis came into the room, saying, “Connie, I want you to see something.” As she got closer, she opened up her walker seat, and pulled out the coloring book I had given her for Christmas. “Look! I’ve been working on these pictures. […]
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I am an Old Testament girl. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to live under the law! I’m all about God’s amazing grace, but oh, how I love that older book. I can get lost in the stories (and drama) in the lives of those men and women. I identify with Moses, and his […]
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There were only a few moans of apprehension when my class of assisted living artists saw my example of a whimsical turkey. “You want us to paint that”? But once I set the canvas down in front of them, each person took a large paint brush and began to paint the background. That’s how […]
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“I turned down a birthday party invitation because I didn’t want to miss art class.” That’s what Phyllis said as she took her seat at the table. “Oh, Phyllis, I’m sorry you’re missing a party! I hope it wasn’t a family member.” “No, just a good friend.” Oh my…. I am happy that the residents […]
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When attending a writer’s workshop, I heard an author say, ‘writing a book is like birthing a baby.’ And now, even after just 17,000 words, I get that. I have had some labor pains as I’ve worked on this series, a few sleepless nights even. It’s bittersweet that today is my last post for Do You […]
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As I sit here at my keys, thinking about the last couple of posts I need to write for this 31 Days series, my fingers are silent. I promised to close out this month with a personal story about my journey of searching to belong. And even though I’ve tried to be transparent as I’ve […]
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Today is Day #28 in this Write 31 Day challenge, Do You Belong, and I’ve invited a friend to speak in my place. I first met Elizabeth Murphy two years ago at a writer’s conference in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Elizabeth is an enthusiastic encourager of women, a gifted storyteller, and an accomplished public speaker. Elizabeth […]
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1. I started dating my husband when I was 15 1/2 years old (even tho I wasn’t suppose to date until I was 16). I married him two weeks after my 18th birthday. I have often wondered since then… “where were my parents? and what were they thinking?” 🙂 I have also thought many times […]
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