A Time to Give Thanks

My son arrived home from college yesterday afternoon for the Thanksgiving break -- unannounced!  I thought he would be arriving TODAY.  So I hadn't prepared anything for dinner.  My youngest "picks" at food, and so he's easy to cook for, his menu preferences being limited.  I had to leave not long after he'd arrived home for a singing engagement, so no time to prepare a welcome-home meal for him.

He announced he had begun low carbing on Sunday, would eat LC through Wednesday, and then refeed on Thanksgiving Day; repeating that cycle with a once-a-week refeed -- his nutritional game plan, now that football season is over, as he begins leaning out for his upcoming track season.

I quickly prepared one of my famous (delicious) Pumpkin Protein Muffins (low carb, of course) with a cup of green tea for my on-the-run dinner, and allowed him to taste it.  We enjoy swapping nutritional/training ideas and such, and I had a feeling he'd appreciate this new concoction I've stumbled upon.  He did.  And just before I left for the evening, he proceeded to scramble 10 eggs and 6 slices of baked ham with cheddar cheese into an omelet, and devoured that with 1/3 gallon of milk -- straight from the jug.  That should hold him a few hours at least.

Mental note to self: 
Remember to stop by grocery store and buy more eggs
and lots more milk...
and meat...and ... (cha-ching!)  G is home.

I felt an immediate sense of love and pride and joy and thankfulness for my family, for our blessings, for our faith, our health, our love. 

And as I left out the door for practice, there was already a "song in my heart" as I reflected on God's gracious bounty of blessings. 

What we have once enjoyed

we can never lose.

All that we love deeply

becomes a part of us.

- Helen Keller

 

I was shopping earlier this afternoon.  I had a list, things I needed, things I wanted, things others needed. 

When I shop, I love taking my time, scrupulously inspecting every little thing, the details -- the details, baby, the details -- heaven forbid that I'd miss something.

As I wandered through the home decor section, I stumbled across a framed black-and-white photo with a scripted quote in cream lettering.  There was an empty bench in the center of the photo. 

The quote was from Helen Keller.  How is it that I'd never known about this quote before?  How could I have missed THIS one?  How it shot straight to the depths of my soul. 

All time stopped, all sound, all light.  I was aware of nothing else.  Only painfully aware of the effect of those words on my heart, a stirring of memories, a comforting reassurance...the words written on this beautiful framed photo...of the empty bench.

Holidays have a way of shedding light on "empty chairs." 

Mother, I enjoyed our time, our life together.

I loved you -- will always love you -- deeply.

And yes, therefore you will forever be a part of me.

Touched by Love

Today is Monday.
It's been cool.  Rainy. 

I'm home from work, and I've begun some baking.  I'll send some goodies to Z in Germany tomorrow, along with family pics, and a few other treasures.

I want to be quiet and calm tonight.   I want to go nowhere.  Talk to no one.  Just .... be still and listen. 

Music is acceptable silence to me.  I remembered I had discovered this video a while back.  It stirs my soul.  It's perfect for this day.

"Look to your health;

and if you have it, praise God and value it next to conscience;

for health is the second blessing

that we mortals are capable of,

a blessing money can't buy."

Isaak Walton

Remember to exhale

Having been overwhelmed lately with work, life, stuff, I've sort of taken a step back to unplug and breathe this week...exhale.  Yes, exhale. 

Someone sent me an email this week, and practically every reminder in it hit home to me in big ways.  Although its emphasis is on "staying young," (at least FEELING young?)  -----and hell yeah, we all wanna do that---- but its overall message was poignant.  A wakeup call for me.  I ought to print it out and place it somewhere visible. 

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. Try everything twice.
On one woman's tombstone she said she wanted this epitaph:
"Tried everything twice. Loved it both times!"

2. Keep only cheerful friends.
The grouches pull you down.
(Keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches!)

3. Keep learning:
Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever...
Never let the brain get idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.'
And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud.
Laugh until you gasp for breath.
And if you have a friend who makes you laugh,
spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER.

6.. The tears happen:
Endure, grieve, and move on.
The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves.
LIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love:
Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever..
Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health:
If it is good, preserve it.
If it is unstable, improve it.
If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips..
Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county,
to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

11. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance..


Love these.  Every one of them.

So....

Off I go to work on

No. 8...

Hot Maple Toddy

...my new favorite candle.

I light it immediately when I arrive home  from work.  It is just ... well, I need to be selective with my adjectives to describe this one.
The one.  
The best-smelling candle
in a very long while.

A great way to welcome autumn evenings.

Let Me See Your Eyes...

... for the eyes are windows of the soul.  When I can see your eyes, I connect with your heart.  With your soul. 

(Ring)
Me:  Hello?
Z:  Mom, hey, uh, it's me.  Ya wanna skype?"
Me:  HEY, BABE!  Give me TWO minutes...."
(scurrying away to my laptop)

Ahhhh, another marvel of technology:  Skype.
If it weren't for skype, I would have to rely on emails and written correspondence to keep in touch with my son overseas. 

When he was in Japan last year, we "skyped" (a buzzword that has become commonplace now) once a week usually.  Scheduling was difficult at times, due to the time difference, but it was so refreshing to be able to see my son's face as we spoke with him.  I could read him when I could see his eyes.  Having gone almost a year without seeing him, his first experience of living abroad, as a mother I was so appreciative of Skype and how it gave me the assurances I needed, being able to see his face, his eyes, read him.  This lessened the blow, making missing him not quite as painful.

On Christmas morning, 2009, I set up the laptop by the Christmas tree, initiated Skype, and we allowed him to watch us open presents, and then we watched him open his gifts we'd sent to him.  We laughed and shared Christmas joys together as a family.  He was WITH us, if only via Skype, on Christmas Day!  On the other side of the world, yet in our family room with us.  How cool is THAT?

On Sunday afternoon, just as I was preparing dinner, I heard from him via Skype for the first time since he arrived in Germany in early October.  He had to wait until he got an internet connection in his dorm room.  I'd gotten two emails.  And yes, they were appreciated.   

But yesterday when I got to SEE him, HEAR him...
see those baby blues! 


All is well.

Skype is definitely gonna be added to my list of "Favorite Things."