View From ThE Apple House

As I read the musings from another blogger*, I was moved to create my own view of “What This Week Brings”

This week brought sprigs of small flowers in the 60 degree sunshine, melting the last of the snow banks piled in the yard.

This week brought 60 mile an hour winds, blowing away the sprigs and reminding me it’s way too early to plant anything here in Western New York.  Ah, March.  The worst kind of tease and a reminder not to get ahead of things. Everything has its own timeframe.

This week brought the long-buried realization the white hair which refuses to go away can no longer be tamed by the red hair dye.  The battle has been lost. I cut my hair to the shortest length possible to see what has been blooming beneath it.

This week brought a cornucopia of feelings and states of being.  Heartache, frustration, worry, disappointment, resolution, deep love and gratitude.  I wanted to run away from it all, but stood my ground and turned my gaze into the wind.

This week brought the return to a committed yoga practice, sidelined from years of knee pain brought on by a Covid shot.  Argue all you want; I know that’s what caused it.

This week brought the return to work, after a much needed rest from the frustration of repairing a hurricane ravaged family home, the likes of which hadn’t been in 100 years.  Although I wasn’t part of the physical work needed to put up dry wall, painting, restoring electric and plumbing, I was still part of the experience, making lunches, grilling dinners, mixing cocktails and welcoming the hearty workers back after a long, hot and grueling day.

This week brought prayer and acknowledgment of Palm Sunday, even though I haven’t set foot in church for quite some time now.  Church can be found at the kitchen table, the porch and even the sanctuary of a guest room.  I love the Lord with all my heart and am so very grateful for the life he has given me, bombshells, grenades and all.

This week brought the reminder I will not live forever, and to not take anything for granted.  It also brought the realization of new life and new roads to travel.

I am here for it as long as I am able.

*acknowlegement to Jena, “Dispatches from Daily Life” jenaschwartz.substack.com