I think in the past the thought was once my children were out of school and on their own that
my concern level would be less. Guess years ago I forgot about grandchildren that would arrive as time went on. I have become aware there is continual concern.
Also take my responsibility as matriarch in this family - seriously.
Still miss my grandmother and mother's concern and encouragement directed to me.
One grandson is beginning an internship in Washington DC and lodging with roommates
investigation is going on.
Talented granddaughter in N.Y. city has the same issue going on. Her future is in the
vegan world in a big city I am not familiar with. Also the prices that I am accustom to in my
small town and world do not exist in those big cities.I find this unsettling and exciting at the same time.
Other issues going on and since I do not want to embarrass my children or grandchildren
and they sometimes read mama/grandma's diary - I will not share.
Little grandgirls beginning school in a few days, my thoughts it is so unusually hot and with
their sport activities this will be a concern. Also where two have been together they will be separated.
Also on my continual concern list are special people that are healing, one lost almost 1/3 of her weight because she had a diabetic attack. Another scheduled for
brain surgery next week and another continues to work with around the clock help for one
that she will not turn over to hospice.
So, with all of this on my mind, surely should not be concerned over the wet soil, molding gardens and many branches still need to be picked up and do not like making the continual stacks of old wood
even though they are good for the wildlife. Do not feel comfortable burning this old wood.
Life is good and continues the way it is suppose to,
nothing remains the same,
and I keep the hint of a smile on my face.
The smile is something I learned from Buddhist philosophy. It is good to welcome each new day with this practice. Seems to be relaxing and others
respond favorable to One Woman with this smile.
"Father I seek your face
Believe your word
and trust your grace"
Words that just seem to come automatically out of my mouth
as thoughts of each special one surface.
Words from an old favorite hymn "Sweet Hour of Prayer."