December 6--Devotion

Love... is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day. 
--Nicholas Sparks

    Around our house, the primary love language is acts of service. (See "The Five Love Languages" by Gary Chapman.) I maintained the home front for decades while my husband was the primary bread-winner. He worked all day, then came home and made the family supper nearly every evening. Now that he is retired from his computer-geek career, he is constantly busy either with around-the-house projects, walking the dog, or working part-time with Corporate Caterers. His "pattern of devotion" makes our lives quite wonderful. 

    I am not a complete slacker even though I do not feel compelled to be busy all the time. I take care of our household finances and the garden, and I occasionally do house-cleaning. My contributions are not as obvious as, say, replacing the deck (which my husband did), but I do believe I would be missed if I left the planet. My husband supplies the music and I supply the art for our household. 

    By the way, I have decided that I am completely comfortable calling myself an artist. It matters not whether someone sees or likes my various forms of art. So there!

        Leta

The start of the current painting

Painted, tape still intact... stay tuned

December 5--A Big Job

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.  --Philip James Bailey

    This could be a definition of parenting. It brings you to both ends of the emotional spectrum and all points between, day after day, year after year. This includes even after the youngsters are long gone from "the nest." 

    I had training on Tuesday for an upcoming simulated patient gig. This activity has been very eye-opening for me. I personally am not very enamored with the medical profession as I believe it is completely insurance-driven, not patient-driven. Seeing these students in action impresses upon me how much they have to know, and what a hit-or-miss profession doctoring is. This encounter involves an exam of a patient who is simply "much more tired than usual." In "real" life, that could be a result of any number of things, and they are expected to figure it out in a very short time (because we know the speedy clock most docs operate under). I believe these students truly want to help people. I do wonder how much training or information they get on the behemoth that is the health insurance industry. 

    Continuing, one day at a time,

        Leta

More from the Cleveland Zoo
"Wild Winter Lights"

December 4--Indescribable

There ain't really no words for love or pain.  --Gloria Naylor

    I confess to the temptation to offer a blank blog post, since there "ain't really no words." 😉😉

    I'm not going to ramble at length about this quote. I think we have all had experiences of love and/or pain that felt impossible to describe in words. 

    I'm getting re-settled back into home life after vacation, and I am happy to return to painting and pickleball. In my commitment to not let the current events and political landscape bring me down, I am avoiding the news. I have been enjoying stories from upworthy.com that highlight the goodness and kindness of people. This helps to keep my thoughts focused on the positive, which is my small contribution to the mass consciousness right now.

    Faith over fear,

        Leta

What story are you composing?

December 3--Start with a Laugh

The greatest lie ever told about love is that it sets you free.  --Zadie Smith

    That's a good one! 

    When I am home, I start most every day with a good laugh. As I am relaxing in bed doing my spiritual practice and blog writing, my sweet husband brings me an excellent cup of coffee. He is usually accompanied by our pup Barney, who hops up on the bed, gets right in my face and checks out my morning breath. Every day! It's so comical! Then he lies down beside me and has an extra morning snooze. How can a day be bad that starts out that way!?!?!?

    I began working at West Heights UMC in the fall of 1999. I bought a Norfolk pine, potted it up, and decorated it like a Christmas tree. The lights stayed on. I brought it home when I left the job in 2006. Fast forward... yesterday I finally replaced the failing pine with a new one, lights and all. That first pine served me well for 25 years. One of my Christmas-time creativity projects is completed. 

    Aiming for the next right thing,

        Leta

The new planting...

December 2--Creativity Required

Maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.  --John Green and David Levithan

    I am a living. breathing, walking example of this quote. I am aware that fear is a much bigger character defect in me than I like. I also know that the potential negative consequences of what I might say, love or go to are simply not worth it. My life is working nicely if I don't get in my own way!

    I have gone nearly a month without seeing any news other than sports. The world and my life have continued to move on. Maybe it's because I've been on vacation, but I'm feeling less angry and bummed. In order to stay upbeat through December, I need to focus on the "next right thing to do." This is a common 12-step phrase encouraging me to stay out of baggage from the past and worries about the future. With my recent purchases of fabric and painting canvases, I have given myself plenty of creative options for this month. 

    Creativity is my best defense against negativity.

        Leta

My niece's Christmas decorations, and I helped!

December 1--It Didn't Work

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful. 
--Sigmund Freud

    December's theme in "Daily Love" is SACRIFICE. 

    I have the Life Is Good shirt pictured here:

    Note what it says. I wore it specifically on my remaining (400 mile) drive home, hoping to avoid any snowy driving. It failed miserably. My normal six-hour drive (yes, I speed) took well over eight hours, and I had five hours on I70 in Missouri that were in heavy snowfall and slick, often icy roads. I thought I might need surgery to remove my shoulders from my ears as my neck and upper back were so tense. But, since I am writing this, you can see that I made it home in one piece, incredibly grateful. 

    And now it is December, the month containing Christmas. This is the third year that I don't get to spend the holiday with my kids and grandkids, so we will see if I am better able to cope with the month this year. I did not do well the past two Decembers, and I'm bummed that I'm not going to Jamaica this year with my friends to distract me. 

    One day at a time,

        Leta

November 30--Ready for HOME!

But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them forever.  --Jane Austen

    I think it is quite cool that there is always something new to learn about someone. Looking at my brother at the end of his days, one would never suspect that he had graduated from West Point and was once a kick-ass-and-take-names U.S. Army Ranger.

    So far, so good on my clear-weather drive-home plan. I went through several batches of light snow flurries, but never any snow sticking on the roads. The 600 miles took me about 10.5 hours. I'm so grateful to have the bigger part of the journey behind me. 

    Keep up the good work, my mighty (overworked) angels!

        Leta

My destination today!!!