Choose Life. . .

Bill McKenna has said: "Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in one pretty and well- preserved piece,
but to skid across the line broadside, thoroughly used up, worn out, leaking oil, shouting GERONIMO!"

Moses said: "...therefore, choose life..." (Deuteronomy 30:19).

I choose life - with all its choices, challenges and changes!

How about you?

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Alive in the Changes

As I see the beautiful tangerine walls of what I call my Sunrise room (bedroom), disappearing behind Swiss Coffee white paint, something tugs at my soul. But the real estate gurus insist that taste-specific colors are a turnoff to potential buyers. That is, unless a soul-mate walks through the door who resonates with my soul-link with tangerine walls! Yes, the house where I've lived for fifty years is going on the market any day now. And a relocation to another state looms in the not too distant future.

People ask if it will be difficult to leave. I answer honestly that I don't think so - but we haven't pulled out of the driveway yet. As a preacher's kid I grew up with moving, and always looked forward to what the next house, school, town would be like. It has crossed my mind that the eagerness to get around the next corner, while to me seems an adventure, could also be a form of escapism. But that's something that will have to be examined at a later time, thank you very much, Scarlett. Right now I have files to sort and boxes to pack and decisions to be made, oh my!

May I send you to: for a moving and thought-provoking commentary on life transitions that triggered many intriguing responses, including my own. You won't regret visiting Chris's blog.

Chris advises entering into and savoring each moment of any transition, large or small, which will result in a richer experience of life. And so, I have been taking pictures of befores and afters, of last special events - the last Thanksgiving, the last Christmas, the last blooming of the jacarandas. There won't be jacarandas where I'm moving.

But there may be lilacs! And I've missed lilacs for fifty years in California!