Coming back to happy

Thank you for the kind thoughts  on my last  post.  They helped and continue to do so.   I wrote that very personal post during the weeks  we were in Oregon and  first  thought I was writing  just for  the two of us and maybe family.    (I don't keep a journal and really the blog has become the only writing format that feels comfortable.)  When we returned to our Canal Cottage, I realized I'd never be able to blog again if I didn't share that post first.   I really  had meant to close off comments, but I forgot to click that button and now I am glad  I did.  Good thoughts and especially the empathy really do help.   

 I am working to collect small moments of joy  — really  always possible to find  and  becoming easier day by day.    I haven't stopped taking pictures and they remind me of those moments.       I've also been reading and collecting wisdom.  Because my attention span is short these days,  it is mostly in the form of appropriate quotations.   Those help too.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life:  It goes on.

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Grief starts to become indulgent, and it doesn't serve anyone, and it's painful. But if you transform it into remembrance, then you're magnifying the person you lost and also giving something of that person to other people, so they can experience something of that person.                                                                                                                                              Patti Smith                                                                                                                                                                                             

                   

Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.

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We were surprised one morning to see wild turkeys strutting their stuff right in front of our Oregon balcony — a decidedly non-wild urban area.  They are certainly adaptable birds.  
 

                                    

I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.  For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.                                                                                                                                                 Wendell Berry

The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keep out the joy

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