Winter night, thoughts, wine

Months pass, time melds into a blur of living, loss occurs, and we continue on, hoping for a peaceful evening with no worries about what is occurring around us. Sometimes reality is too harsh to face, and yet we must. If not for us, but for those who love us. We sustain grief over losing a loved pet; we worry about the health of a loved husband; within us we feel the painful sickness taking the life of a loved friend; we miss the human touch of those far away, both living and passed on; and yet we continue day-to-day living. How do we do that? How is it possible to have lived these many years and lost so much, and still arise each morning happy to be here and able to live another day? The human spirit thrives in just simply being a part of this earth, a part of the goodness that still manages to rise within the turmoil of daily life.

I find it hard to comprehend all that mentally confronts me daily. I don’t mean to trivialize; after all, I have everything anyone could possibly need to be content. I have a warm home, a family that loves me, food, health….what else is there? A peaceful mind is all that is missing. To be able to discard the hatred I harbor for those who are cowardly and destructive; who grasp for power rather than truth; who wish to destroy what is good around them. If only I could rid those people from my daily thoughts, then, perhaps, I could find a restful place within myself.

Of course, the daily glass of Pinot works for a short time.

Published by mjm1942

I have aged. Of course. I was born in Trenton, NJ in 1942. I now live in Kentucky. It's 2019. My marriage has lasted 56 years, and I still love the man. My three children live far from us, and we do miss them; however, it's fine with just he and me. We are best friends. I love my dogs and my horses. I have failed as a writer (dreams died long ago), but I still dabble now and then. I have always been restless; perhaps because I have moved so many times in my life. I feel like something is waiting to happen around the corner. I graduated from Salem College at 55 years of age. I am a woman.

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