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Betsy Buchalter Adler's avatar

My practice this year: a small notebook in which I will record, each day, one good thing. It may be something I see or hear (today it was the Western Bluebird in the neighbor’s holly bushes) or something that I’ve read or listened to, or something one of the grandkids did that gave me what my own grandmother would have called nachus. There is enough out there that will break my elderly heart if I let it. I am going to practice finding and holding what lifts me up, and giving thanks for it. Right now I am thankful for your fine writing, Elissa. May the coming year be good to you.

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Barbara Hand's avatar

Elissa, your words brought tears to my eyes. I well understand and can relate to the sadness and traumas you experienced under the guise of “good parenting “. But somehow you always knew there was more. And at the age of 67, I am letting myself discover that “more”. The beauty of watching birds fight over the seed I feed them every morning. The beauty of sweet music playing while I read, bundled up in a blanket. The beauty of my daily walks in the woods, talking to the deer with their furry winter coats. I always thought there was supposed to be more. And now I’m discovering that there is…and always has been….right in front of me.

Wishing you a glorious and magical “Wintering”.

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