My friend Debbie Ford passed away last week after a long battle with cancer. I still can’t fathom the idea that I’ll never hear her voice, enjoy lounging on a hotel bed like schoolgirls conspiring to balance work and play, or watch her deliver a wise and wild talk on stage. The world won’t be the same without her sweet presence.
After my dad died last November, I made a deeper commitment to my own health. Watching him go in and out of hospitals treated by well-intentioned, yet overburdened caregivers, made me vow to do whatever I could to stay out of that system.
On Thursday night I was sitting on the deck at sunset with my husband, Michael, when a ruby-throated hummingbird came for a visit. He flew to an orange hibiscus flower next to where we were sitting, had a little snack, and then hovered directly in front of us for at least thirty seconds.
Several years ago, when life was pretty stressful during my husband Michael’s illness, I shared a story about how grace entered my life at a time when I really needed to know I wasn’t alone. Since many people feel challenged right now, I wanted to share this story again in the hopes that it reminds you to ask for and see signs of grace in your life.
On Friday night, my husband Michael and I had dinner with two friends who are healthcare professionals in private practice. During the meal, I asked how their patients were doing given the stressful political climate.
Last year, an online pal, Karen, shared a Valentine’s Day idea with me on my Facebook Page. She wrote, “I’ll be spending the day giving Valentine’s Day cards to strangers with hand-written messages and affirmations telling them they matter and are loved.” Karen invited me to join her and I’m passing her invitation on to you.
Yesterday, during a break from the nonstop snowstorms here in the Northeast, I strapped on snowshoes and went outside for a walk. As I trudged through the powdery, fresh snow, I made a spontaneous decision to dedicate my walk to forgiveness.
This week, as we head into the busy holiday season, I want to invite you to think about what brings you joy. What do you love to do during this time of year? Who do you love to spend time with? When the end of the season comes, what do you wish you had done more of?
It's a snowy day here in New England and I'm sitting in my livingroom watching Poupon run from window to window trying to catch the big, fluffy snowflakes falling outside just beyond his reach. He's determined to keep at it despite the fact that he never gets the prize. Poor dear...