Lots of thoughts, kinda jumbled together. I'm sure it will make no sense her, as it makes not a lot of sense to me in my pondering.
I'm thinking about the differences between elder and older. I'm in there somewhere...in both places really. At least right now. But, I've felt some shift of some sort. The self-imposed (that sounds pretty harsh, haha) plans I've made and done so far this month have a certain necessity and meaning that I can't quite determine yet. So, I guess I'll just keep going with the flow for now, asking questions and making discoveries.
LINK. 12:16 listen"The higher up you are, the lower down you serve"
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I pulled together all of the postcards today, spreading them on the bed for a photo. There are A LOT!! Some are from my adult life with J. - some are from my childhood - and some are from my mom and dad. In this batch there are a few written on, sent to child me. I think I may have more of those somewhere, but they are not really intended for this project anyway. However, they were a total kick to read 🙂
For now they are being stored in my moccasins box and a large envelope from Nevada Banking Company, Carson Valley, NV, which was my mom and dad's - so it seemed fitting. Actually, even the box feels fitting - young hearted, childhood me combined with now me.
I've made the choice for February's post card and have some ideas brewing for other months of the year, 2024.
My idea, hope is that sharing the stories will have meaning somewhere down the line (kept and treasured?) and that perhaps seeing different places throughout the USA, will inspire curiosity and future travel. But, hopes or expectations have a way of becoming in their own way...so if what really happens is a few moments of fun getting mail each month, it will be enough...like the Passover song "Dayenu". It would have been enough.
May each step on your journey hold something for you...something that inspires the next step or teaches you something or provides something needed.
May you remember who and when you serve or are served.
May the days stack up wonderfully and if the topple, may they fall into a pattern for a brand new path, ready to be stacked up again.
Post cards of our lives
xo
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2024
6 comments:
Even though I'm the oldest sibling, I didn't feel like an elder until my parents and my husband all passed within a few months of each other. Mom, June of 2012, Pop, March of 2013 and Jimmy, November 2013. I became the clan Elder that long Winter.
Aw Deb, I hadn't remembered that your parents had died so close together and so close to your beloved Jimmy. A long Winter indeed 😢. I remain so sorry for your loss.
When my mom died, aside from a couple of relatives, my sister and I became the 'older generation' of the family. It was so odd. I don't think I was prepared for that.
(((hugs)))
I am old and I'm okay with that ... but there are still two aunts, both in their 80s and going strong, who remain the elders in our families ... and I'm okay with that, too
Liz~ I would feel just the same. We have an aunt turning 90 and going strong, but most of the other elders are my generation. I guess I'm okay with that...can't change any of it anyway!! haha
(((Nancy))) I embraced being an old crone nearly 20 years ago after the waltz with Jimmy Dancer, the only regret is not getting that Vintage Chic t-shirt, I would wear it with pride now!
Mo~ I had to look up "Jimmy Dancer" haha
...and, yes to that aging one. I also looked up "Vintage Chic t-shirt" trying to guess what to picture you in and of the MANY, one was dated 1984!! That's vintage?!!! 😀 Thanks for the laughs Mo.
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