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S e a s o n sJuly 03 I'm Still Here . . .This blog was my very first. I began writing it in August 2005 while vacationing at Lake Tahoe. These days, I am spending more time at my other blogs, so please visit me there. They are listed below with a brief description. All are welcome to visit!
March 16 Thank you, Miss PotterAs my sister and I were running errands Saturday afternoon, it suddenly began to hail causing us to dash from shelter to shelter with great giddiness. Inspired to snuggle on the couch the rest of the evening with a good movie and a warm fire, I rented "Miss Potter." Renee Zellweger stars in the title role as author and illustrator Beatrix Potter; Ewan McGregor plays her love interest. Although the hail storm was short-lived, I was so enchanted with this movie that I watched it again today. What luck to have been drawn to this charming true story right before Easter. From now on, Miss Potter and her friends will be included in all my spring holiday traditions.
March 12 Tiny Pink PetalsThe delicate flowers on cherry blossom trees have nearly all fallen from their branches. Last week, tiny pink petals were everywhere on the street where I live. They were clustered for what seemed to be miles all along the sidewalks and gutters, and sprinkled across the walkway to my front door. Spring's snow. The petals are slowly disappearing from the ground now as tree branches sprout dark leaves that will lighten to hues of green as the season unfolds. I am so attuned to the seasons. I love watching how each begins, peaks, and ends. And I love realizing once again that each has a special meaning. Spring brings such hope. It's a time for new beginnings. How lovely. How lucky.
February 27 February's BlossomsWhile most deciduous trees are still dormant, tiny cherry blossoms of pink and white are bursting -- a true sign for Californians that spring is on its way. Following a weekend of rain, the sky looks like blue marble today with swirls of white running through it. People are on their way to work or school or play bundled in jackets and scarves. As the sun playfully teases with the appearance of warmth, there is still a decisive chill in the air. I welcome that chill because it means the tiny cherry blossoms just might last longer on their branches before they turn into spring's snowflakes. February 16 An Ordinary Moment in an Ordinary DayThis weekend I watched the movie Evening with Claire Danes, Vanessa Redgrave, Meryl Streep, and Glenn Close. Vanessa Redgrave's daughter, Natasha Richardson, and Meryl Streep's daughter, Mamie Gummer, also had roles in this movie. It was a beautiful movie to watch and an equally wonderful storyline.
The lives of the characters in this film serve as a reminder that happiness is not what we think it may be: a high point or thrill that did not unfold as we would have chosen. When hold on to one dream that slipped like sand through our fingers, there is much we miss. When relationships do not turn out the way we want them to turn out, we live in a fantasy of "what might have been." Through loss or perceived incompleteness, we latch onto a fantasy of what we missed as a result of that loss. Our imaginations become illustrious in creating possibilities, and we believe that we have compromised those dreams by settling for less than what we thought we could have achieved. This notion reminds me of Jackson Browne's lyrics in The Pretender: "And we'll fill in the missing colors of each other's paint-by-number dreams."
But really, we are happy when we don't even know we're happy. Instead of believing that we would have been happier if that dream had become a reality, in the end, the happiest times in one's life occur in ordinary moments on ordinary days. And those moments are far richer than any of the dreams we could ever imagine. February 15 A Son's LoveMy 22-year-old son, Justin, brought to me last night a Valentine's Day gift. I was so touched!
February 13 Valentine's DayI worked from home today and had an opportunity to spend more time on another blog I recently started called The Tea Room. I took some time today to network with other bloggers, specifically with those who write in similar or related genres. It's so much fun, which confirms for me further that I am truly a geek.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I was recalling over the weekend that the most memorable Valentine's Day I had as a child was around 1963. Playing jacks with a golf ball was quite the rage at the Catholic school I attended. While the boys played basketball and kickball, my female friends and I spent recess playing jacks on the cement walkways. Playing jacks with a golf ball was wonderful because it had such a great bounce. For Valentine's Day that year, my mom made for my sisters and me the most adorable denim drawstring pouches specifically for our jacks. Cut in a contrasting color from an iron-on fabric, the letters J A C K S were displayed across the front of the pouch. As usual, each of my sisters and I had different accent colors so we could distinguish our own from the other two. I wish I could recall now the three colors and which one was mine; no luck. A small gift that was perfectly timed and made with much love from Mom. It was a lovely Valentine's Day. February 10 SundayIt's been too long since I last wrote here. I have explored other weblog host services and like Typepad very much. I've actually learned a lot about the mechanisms of blogging there, and the site created for Sherryl is perfect for giving our family and her friends regular updates on the status of her breast cancer. "Seasons" is still my favorite name for my own weblog.
It's a beautiful day. Although there is a bite of winter cold in the air and the deciduous trees appear so stark, the sun is out and soon little green buds will cover the now bare branches. Ah, spring! I feel as though I missed the last two springs. I took classes for 14 months, and I moved to different residents in both April 2006 and April 2007. This year, I'm especially looking forward to enjoying that season!
March 04 From 2006: The Joys of Being Irish
February 07 The Gift of TimeFor Christmas this past year, my sisters and I decided not to buy gifts for each other; instead, we decided to spend more time together. We each lead very busy lives, and, although we all live in the same county, we're not able to get together as often as we'd like. So, we agreed to give each other for Christmas the Gift of Time.
In the midst of the hustle bustle of the holiday season, I had a feeling it would feel odd not exchanging gifts on Christmas Eve. It seemed there should be something tangible to gesture the spirit of giving, so we agreed to get a small gift for each other. In keeping with the theme of spending more time together, I gave to both my sisters Mitch Albom's new book For One More Day. I've not yet had a chance to read the book, nor have my sisters. But we have had a chance to spend more time together -- what a treat!
My sister Sherryl commented to me in early January, "Every time I think of our giving to each other 'the gift of time,' it gives me chills." In a few short weeks, long-term back pain became unbearable and an appointment with her doctor led to a life-changing event. As of February 5, Sherryl has been diagnosed with breast cancer. She has begun radiation therapy and we will hear from her doctors the full prognosis this week.
The Gift of Time. Who knew how precious it would be?
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