People push back when I express my (now) natural state of non-attachment. "I bet you miss seeing your grandchildren?" a friend may say. "No," I say, "but it was wonderful being with them."
The ringtone, Twinkle, goes off on my phone. I recognize it as my youngest. Glancing at my phone screen, it's Wednesday, and it's 11:09 am. It means she's walked the two kids, Andrea (eight) and Kai (six), to school. Four words into the conversation, and I usually have a pretty good idea of how her day started. This time it took only one.
What goes up must come down— Newton's law of gravity. But gravity is not responsible for the mental hem and haw, from contentment to discontent, back and forth, again and again. We worry about the future, feel guilty about the past, and are too often consumed with dark thoughts. Some people seem blessed with an easy-going demeanor able to accept their circumstances without resisting. But even those lucky few experience nights of tossing and turning. What is it in the human mind that disrupts the tranquility of our soul?
I abhor bad news about my health. We all do. Now I started worrying, which for sure is not good for my health. I kept the news to myself and Tim. Days later, I made an appointment with a ...
One thing I need for all of eternity is time with girlfriends. In my early twenties, children, husband, household, and my educational pursuits left little breathing time. But by my early thirties, I’d met women who became my sanity and confidants. A group of us started a monthly bridge group. Jeannie purchased a tablecloth listing different openings, Maureen (I think) got her hand on a bidding wheel, and we proceeded to learn to play Bridge. We drank into the night. We laughed until we near peed in our pants. Four decades later, our game hadn’t improved much, but the joy and sanity outweighed any concern.