Winter is upon us in the northern hemisphere, and yet it seems like summer was just last week. How did the months fly past so quickly? Though I don't have the answer, I want to share a theory.
For much of this year, various threats populated our days. Breaking News warned us of dangers real and potential. Because of this, I think the miracles of life often slipped by unnoticed. If you check your calendar, I suspect you'll find all the must-dos that kept you busy. At least that is how my calendar looks. What you won't find, probably, are the miracles. I think it's time for us to claim them.
I've walked back through my year and rescued some of the miracles. I'd like to share a few of them with you, and I'd love to know some of yours as well. Here goes...
My year began with the news of my daughter's marriage. She and her new husband arranged for a private ceremony in Connecticut. Their smiles tell a story of happiness that is now embraced throughout the family.
When I visited during the early summer, I spent time with the two lovers and my sons and my grandchildren. The week together was precious beyond description and brought back the blessings of life.
Before and after the flight to New York, my husband and I visited
Sedona. It's just a little more than an hour from where we live and is one of my favorite places on this beautiful earth.
In addition to being geographically breathtaking, the area is magical. The red rocks calm the soul and draw a person into reverence. The area is a mecca for hikers, for nature lovers, for all those who seek peace. For me, it feels like home.
Over the summer, my sisters and I met up at the Carlsbad beach near San Diego. We took long walks by the water's edge and also explored the nearby botanical gardens with our husbands.
Truly, there's nothing quite like an ocean breeze to wash away the anxiety of the day.
Larry's children and grandchildren live nearby, but because a few of them had tested positive for Covid, we visited from afar. Nevertheless, even seeing them from our car window was a joy.
In an earlier post, I mentioned that two of my sons traveled to Patagonia -- the tall one on the left and the middle one wearing shorts. They ventured south in November, joining a few friends along the way, and hiked over 75 miles into this vast area that most of us will never see.
This past Christmas week, I met up with one of my sons in Southern California. We talked about the trip and a new possibility -- a hike in the Pyrenees mountains. Oh to be young again!
This simple exercise shifted my thoughts from the latest catastrophe to the beauty that surrounds us all. I hope you enjoyed the highlights, and I also hope you'll share some of yours. We all need to pause and consider the wonder of life. Let's do it together.
My simple New Year's resolution is to intentionally claim 2023 as the Year of Miracles. ❤️