Gratitude 3:6:16

Bevie got diagnosed with almost pneumonia less than a week after her sister Bonnie died. My brother Peck took her to the Doctor. “Enough with the wheezing,” he said, reminding me, once again, so much, of the curmudgeonly love of my father. “Make sure she takes all of her medicine,” in a text, after he dropped her off at home. I responded with dosage taken, an assessment of the length of her coughing spell, a description with an  appropriate epithet of Bevie’s first encounter with an inhaler. My sister Karen calls from New Jersey, I update her as well

This is love,  I think to myself at the end of that first day as I glance in on her comfortable sleeping form; Barney and Billy, her beloved dogs, snoring happily in their usual spots.  All of us rallying, remedying, feeling the ripples of our endless devotion emanate out of our tender hearts. She has taught us well.

It’s Sunday and almost 60; so warm that Bevie and I have turned off the heat and cracked open the windows upstairs and downstairs both. We watch the dust wisp around playfully in the sun rays as a soft breeze coaxes us into believing that spring is right around the corner. “Let’s plant peas,” Bevie says to me. “It will go really well with the mint that overruns. I’ll add two extra beds and you can do the kale and garlic that you were dying to do last year. What do you feel like having for dinner? Maybe thai? I’m just going to have the egg rolls and the sesame noodles. Order whatever else you feel like.”

It’s 11am, I just finished the gooey spinach omelet she made me for breakfast. I smile, “whatever you’d like.” Later on we take a walk around the block, coats wide-open, dogs in tow, prizing our lawn as best maintained. The lake shimmers enticingly, shards of ice bobbing around the melting puddles. Everything is alive, moving, taking in big gulps of the warmer air, rejuvenated; celebrating the serendipitous signal of a fresh start.




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Join me as I dive in to the deep end of the pool and challenge myself to live big and love big. What does that mean? In 2012 , I accepted the invitation to push myself beyond my comfort zone, at least once a day, and engaged and responded to my life, or a given situation in my life, in a way that would normally scare the hell out of me. Why did I do it it? Because it was time time to begin, and I was ready! Each day brought a new revelation, lesson, challenge, encounter, a teaching moment, that revealed to me that living big and loving big are uniquely interconnected. Welcome 2013, the year of lovebig 365. Each post was an expression of love experienced, witnessed, inspired, manifested. It didn't always make sense in the moment, and yet its sheer mystery hopefully evoked a beautiful affirmation of life and all of its shimmery brightness; broken up, lovely to behold, tender and full of purpose. 2014, jagged, bumpy, disjointed posts. 2015, silence, and plenty of growth within that silence. Manifesting 2016: The creation of a gathering place for gratitude. Join in the wavering, audacious, unequivocal fun. 2017: Reflection 2018: POWER, MAGIC, TRANSFORMATION
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4 Responses to DAY 66: GRATITUDE RIPPLES….

  1. Linda R Neff says:

    Ahh, the glimpses of spring urging us to love relentlessly. xoxo


  2. Barbara Pereyra says:

    Reading your blog. Hope all is going better for your mom. Tough winter for her!

    Sent from my iPhone



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