Monday, August 20, 2018

well bless your heart....

So many moves in my life and the last time I actually lived in the south I was too young to understand all the differences in life and we only lived in Florida for less than a year.
Ten months ago my husband and I decided to move back to sea level where we feel our bodies are happier. Living 9000 ft above sea level was way too much for us both. So here we are.
We bought a log house...no not a cabin a log house with almost 3 acres of property filled with tall yellow pine trees, twenty of them. Twenty of the at least 60 trees on the property have been cut and logged. All so we would have some sunshine in our lives. We needed more sun so we could garden. Edmund made himself a huge garden with an electric fence around it to keep out intrepid little animals seeking free food.  
Almost everyone has porches here in the south. It is a piece of the southern landscape you come to expect to see and comes right along with spanish moss and a genteel hospitality the lost art of refinement.
. I planned and planted a meandering perennial garden in front of our front porch facing Broad Creek and a cutting garden and perennial garden along the back porch. Next year my gardens will be fuller and flowing...perhaps overflowing like a perennial garden should be to my way of thinking.

Our front yard has many bird feeders and bird houses compliments of my husbands’ creativity in his workshop.  The birds love our property and to date we have added twenty to our life list of birds we identify. We sit each morning on our porch and watching the antics of the birds, enjoying their songs, quirks and lives. It is peaceful... to say the least.

Each evening we walk along the Neuse River.  Ed is always commenting on the cloud formations, the wind direction and the sea air. He used to live in Charleston and was, among other things in his life, the Manager of the Ashley Marina in Charleston along the Ashely River.  He will sniff the air or turn his head and look upwards saying..."it is times like this when I just want to be out on the ocean...sailing around, but, I am too old and dried up to do it now, so I make do with my little 17’ boat and putter around the creeks and rivers here remembering days gone by.”  He does love being out on his boat.
I like this area. The town is small with less than 1000 people living here and 70 percent of the people here are retired and believe it or not “not from here”.  So when you meet people the questions are, “where are you from” “do you live here year-round”, “how long have you lived here” and of course, Oriental, being the sailing capital of the Carolinas..."what kind of boat do you have?” Seriously I have met few people that are actually FROM Oriental, because it is the poorest county in NC. So there is no industry or business’s around for young people to grow up and look forward to having good paying jobs, so they move away.  This place offers a kind of restful, laidback peace least for now.
Getting comfortable with myself in a new place is always tricky but in the south! wow! Imagine and thick, feminine,southern accent, with words so drawn out you hardly know if the next one is coming, from a well meaning, good-hearted friend, ”well, honey we cannot leave yet...you are not ready...a lady doesn’t go out like that! (said with such distress) where IS your lipstick? get some color on your lips and find some shoes that match that skirt...oh bless your heart you have so much to learn about being a woman in the south!”
Really? it is that different? OMG...I was just getting comfortable with learning not to care about what others thought of me...and here it seems to be a requirement...yes, it is.  The ladies here apologize profusely if you catch them without make up or totally matching outfit...hair done and nails polished...They dress up to go food shopping, for women’s club mtgs or going to hairdresser.  I smile and say oh my goodness don’t worry one bit about how you look, it is who you are that matters, and the looks I get...well...it is what I hear that makes me kind of laugh... “ well bless your heart honey...you do have a lot to learn"...
and of course the phrase has multiple meanings. It can be used as a sincere expression of sympathy or genuine concern or it can be used as a precursor to an insult to ‘soften’ the blow.  Bless your heart.


Saturday, July 21, 2018

Tell me more Mom...

Last summer my husband Edmund and I took a walk with Ben and Deryn to a Mason’s Cemetery near their home in Eugene, Oregon.  We spent time walking through the cemetery reading gravestones and sharing interesting dedications with one another.  Along the way there were these little trees, dotting the landscape. Italian plum trees, the purply elongated kind. They were ripe, many having dropped to the ground below the trees here and there around the cemetery. I picked up one tossing it to Ben saying, “try this!” Then I threw a couple for Edmund  and Deryn to try because they loves plums. Consensus delicious.
However, it reminded me of a time that wasn’t so happy. I asked Ben if he wanted to hear a story. After telling him the story, he looked at me, genuinely surprised, he said, “Mom, I have never heard that story! I bet you have lots of stories that you have not shared with us, right? I, for one would like to hear them and I think the other kids would like to as well. You should write them down.”
so here I am, writing some down. This is that story.
When I was in 6th grade my dad, his wife Georgine, who was my second step-mother and I all moved to a nice neighborhood in Rockledge, Pennsylvania. Next door to us there was another stuccoed spanish style home, like ours with a lot of wrought iron porch furniture and fencing. The yard was home to 5 Italian plum trees…tantalizing and delicious…I knew because they often dropped into our yard. Finders keepers right?
  One day Georgine called me into the living room and said “ Go into the top drawer of the sideboard  in the dining room and bring the pink envelope to me. “ I checked both drawers…there was no pink envelope. I told her I couldn’t find it. I was frantic. I heard her coming from the living room all along the way telling me how stupid I was and asking if I was blind? I knew I was going to be punished. She came in the room, roughly pushed me aside, opened the drawer and grabbed a yellow envelope, opened it and lo and behold there was the pink envelope that she wanted! She was furious that she had to come to get it herself and that I “lied” !
I didn’t lie…there was no pink envelope to be seen immediately upon opening the drawer.  No matter to her... I was sentenced to sitting on the dining room floor between the wall with windows facing out to our neighbors plum garden and the dining room table. I had to sit cross-legged or indian style as we said as kids, with my hands on my knees.  I had to have my head straight a head and not move. If I moved I got kicked in my lower back…to this day I have issues with being still and with my back. At any rate…because i had to sit there for over four hours…I used my eyes to hunt around. I counted the plums I could see…I counted the panes of glass in their windows, I counted the lines between the tiles on the kitchen floor and the wood slats on the dining room floor. I counted leaves on the trees…I spent a lot of time counting and finally was allowed up off the floor just before my Dad came home from work.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

First Flight

When I was nine we lived in Florida. My father and step mother got separated and went on to get divorced. My Aunt Joyce came to Fla where we were living at the time to care for us. It was decided to send me to Bryn Athyn Pennsylvania to stay at my aunts house for a few weeks until it could be decided what would be done with me and my sisters.  I was to fly by myself!!! It was my first air flight. I flew to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania from Miami, Florida  on Eastern Airlines which is no longer an airline today. The airport in Miami was really small. A long, one- story building with a parking lot for cars on one side and a parking lot for Airplanes on the other!! seriously I think it just wasn’t as popular a mode of travel as it is now.
I remember getting dressed up to go on this flight. I wore white patten leather shoes with white socks that had lace at the edges. I had my favorite outfit on...a hand me down from Maren Sharpsteen. It was a skirt with a matching top. The skirt was white skirt had purple and blue tulips all the way around the bottom hem...and the same pattern was on the sleeveless top that buttoned up the back ...I also wore a soft white cardigan sweater. I felt so grown up.

My aunt Joyce and my sisters took me to the airport. They stood waving at the exit door of the building as I walked out onto the tarmac with a stewardess, mounting the steps to the plane and looking back at them with a smile and a wave...I got in the airplane and that was when I realized that everyone on the plane except me and the stewardess were men and they were all smoking. That was back in the day when you could smoke on a plane...thankfully not anymore. I loved the flight. It was fun. It was bumpy though because there was a rainstorm...amazingly enough I didn’t get sick...not even felt sick!! I was too excited to be sick.
When I arrived in Philadelphia the stewardess walked with me to the entrance of the Philadelphia airport then a lot smaller than it is now!! and my Aunt Doreen and Uncle Rey were waiting for me to take me home to Bryn Athyn.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Making a Difference


I seriously don't believe that anyone escapes the feeling that you are alone. The reality is that we are alone. We come into the world alone and into the waiting arms of someone who loves us just because we were born to them! We leave the world if we are lucky surrounded by those that have loved us, but basically we leave alone. But in truth we are not alone! There are myriads of others having this shared experience of LIFE . I think the purpose of this life is to share the path with those we find around us.
Our parents are our first gift of love. Some of us grow up with our siblings. The idea is of course is sharing the experiencing of childhood, family and community.  The next gift in life is finding someone to share the growing up with...a friend, sibling, cousin...what have you, a bestie! Then the next gift is finding that special someone when we are older to marry and start the process all over again. That is a very bare basic look at life.Alls well that ends well. Ha! Unfortunately not every one has an ideal life. 
While we are growing up we have all kinds of experiences that are different than others. We may grow up in an intact family.  We may grow up with a single parent. We may grow up with two families because of a divorce. We may grow up in a family where there is another member who is adopted or one that is  challenged in a physical or mental way...we may grow up moving all over the country, having to make new friends in new places and learn different ways or languages. We find ourselves in varying circumstances all throughout our lives.  Hopefully the thing that pulls you together now and again whether it is a trip, a shared mealtime, someones birthday, wedding, funeral, births...it is family. I think family is a core part of your being.
Your first friends. Family. The place you can go if you need a hug or a listening ear. Sometimes its your siblings, grandparents, sometimes it is your aunt or uncle, a babysitter, your parents, your best friend but by in large there is always someone in your family or extended family that will set down everything for you and be there to listen while you share your experience, will hold you while you cry and really listen to you pour out your feelings. 
The hurdle to get over is letting yourself be vulnerable enough to share how you are feeling. My yoga teacher calls it getting into your "feeling body". 
The first step is recognizing that though we are alone we do not have to be alone. We can go for a walk. Getting outside and seeing all the beauty around you is great therapy.  Make a phone call to a trusted person.  Talking is a great elixir for the heart and mind.  If those things don't work...sit quietly and listen to your body...not your mind. 
Experience in every part of your being what you are feeling. How do you feel in your belly.? How fast is your breathing? What do your fingers feel like? Your toes? Are your eyes darting? Are you holding everything tightly? Now go to your thoughts. Can you calm the thoughts that are taking you outside of your body?   Bring your breath to each part of your body and gather the information that is there for you ...reign in all the thoughts and try to sit and just breathe in and out for at least 10 minutes..You may feel like crying and there is nothing wrong with having your feelings! Cry. Cry for as long as you need to...then if you can, write down what was going on for you in a journal. It does help to be able to put it down on paper and then go back and see the journey through your journal at a later datel.
Once you have done that, the potential for sharing it with another is even greater.  I have three friends that I know I can call and will call me and just cry without them trying to fix anything...they are listening to my heartfelt sobs and holding me...for that time. It is a deal we have with one another. We talk later...but we let the feelings out. No shame. No judgement. Just listening.
There are many ways of sharing with others writing, calls, talks, walks, therapists who are paid to help you through certain harder times all these require for the most part is taking the first step. Sometimes that is too hard to do and the feeling of gratitude towards a loved one that makes an effort to contact you is always a relief and feels warm. 
I think that expressing oneself in the written form is one way , we can make a difference in someone's life. I often find that I read something on Facebook that really helps me make a shift in my thinking...and gives me courage to share some things with others myself.  You have had the experience of reading something...or hearing something like music that someone else has shared and suddenly I find I feel less alone. The knowledge that someone else out there feels similar or exactly the way that we do...or even differently what counts is that they were vulnerable and put it out there...and it made a difference in the life of both...the giver and the receiver.  

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Time


At ages 63 and 65 we are retired. Motherhood is no longer central to my life. I no longer run a Cafe or Bed and Breakfast.  I have an over active critic in my mind that continually tells me, I am not being productive enough or that I am not very useful. I have time on my hands. I must find something to do that is useful. Making a home for my husband and myself has value in itself but it doesn't keep me busy all day. It is also useful to have a place that all our children feel comfortable coming home too...and where the grandchildren will want to come visit as well. However it doesn't feel like enough to leave it at that...what else should I be, could I ,be doing?
One of the reasons we moved back to the states was to re-develop our family relationships in all aspects.  We started out helping Edmund's mom for a year and a half. It was nice  reconnecting with her and helping her as she aged. It was great seeing friends and some of our family there in Bryn Athyn but we both felt time slipping away. We needed to find a place of our own to make a home where we could nurture our relationship with each other, our kids and our grandchildren. We were on the same page. Time to do something about it.
We both loved the wide open space of the west and Colorado was home to Edmund's great grandparents at one time so we moved our belongings and set up our home in Divide, Colorado.
Watching my busy husband building things around the property these days leaves me feeling as if I should be doing something as well or something more than I am doing...which begs the question, what am I doing?
It has been a few months since we moved into our new house. We have done a lot of personalizing our space in each room. We painted. Had new hickory flooring put in, hung curtains and pictures. Edmund built shelves for my plants, a special spice rack for the kitchen and numerous shelves and cupboards for our kitchen as well. I have re-organized our living room so finally it "feels" good to me...no matter where I look in the room. Success.
Someone recently wrote me and said, "you two are so industrious" this compliment gave me a warm feeling, but was accompanied by other feelings ...now that it is all done what else is there to do? What is it I am meant to be doing?
So I ask the question: what is it I love to do? Hmmm.  Things for my husband, my family. cooking/baking, gardening, sewing, crafting, reading,writing. Writing. So here I am sharing my thoughts again.
It will be a couple of more months before the last frost up here in the mountains of Colorado so gardening in the yard is on the back burner other than planning for it and starting plants in the greenhouse.
Today I was talking with a friend about our upbringing and how we are kinda 'programmed' to think about two questions. What is the use? meaning,  what is the value of what I am doing, of what use will it be to me or someone or society? That is the question.
Our kids are grown with lives of their own, jobs that keep them busy and a couple of them have young families of their own to care for themselves. Because some of them have young families traveling isn't as easy for them as it is for us. We are lucky that we can travel to see them all. We love our times with family, grandchildren and friends.
It is so much fun to watch our kids parent.  Parenting styles have changed with the times . We are learning so much in the process too! It is exciting to be around the grandkids no matter their ages...getting to know them all is a gift.
As our kids grew and developed new relationships and married their needs have changed over the years.  They moved from the east coast to the west coast and some back again to the east coast.  Keeping up with everyone from a distance isn't always easy, but we keep at it. Thank goodness for technology which has allowed for an ease of communicating through Skype, texting and even Facebook.
From being somewhat central in their lives when they were younger...my importance in their lives is more peripheral now and actually probably has been for a long time. It is only now when I am not working any longer that I feel the distance more. Life for all of us has changed. So we have been figuring out how to strengthen relationship with our kids while at the same time giving them the space they want and creating a busier life for ourselves.  The empty nest syndrome is tricky.

So refocusing is my focus! Looking for ways to expand my interests. Reinventing myself if you will, finding new ways to develop myself. I am hopeful to find some different things to be involved with in our area and in the process have more to share with everyone.  I don't want to get a job because it would tie me down too much but I have thought of volunteering in some way in our community. We will see what presents itself. Eventually it would be fun to start a book club. And it is a good way to get to know others. And in the spring I will take up walking again.
Balance is as always the key.






Monday, February 6, 2017

Showing up for Life

Last week, my dear, sweet, husband had a "warning stroke" formally called a transient ischemic attack or TIA for short. In the space of a few minutes our normal daily life changed.
The not so quick version is he had had what he calls "squiggles " (kinda like floaters but elongated) in his eyes that afternoon and usually a nap will make it go away. We have always attributed it to eye strain. So instead of a nap he decided to drive an hour and pick up some things to continue working on our living room. We had just had our new wooden floors put in and Edmund was doing the finishing work.  First stop was the flooring place just 30 minutes away. Stopping there to pay for the great job they did. He walked in sat down and as he was trying to talk to the guy at the desk, edmund realized that what he was trying to say wasn't coming out of his mouth it was he says as if he was "speaking in tongues". Edmund thinks the guy thought he was mentally challenged and was very patient and kind to him.  Finally got the transaction done and edmund left, got in the car and drove home to me frustrated because he could not think remember things and peoples names.
I wasn't expecting him for another 3.5 hours so I was shocked as he walked in the door...but more was the look on his face...I asked him who died and he said "No one yet. " That concerned me.  He took off his shoes and came into the living room. He asked me to come talk to him and not freak out. That heightened the concern. Then he told me his little story. wow.
I said we're going to the hospital. He said no he would take a nap. I said "No you are going to go to the hospital."
" No that is ridiculous. I am going to take a nap. "
So I asked him who his brothers and sisters were...he couldn't name them or their spouses. I asked him my kids names he could only remember one, I have 7 kids. I asked him his parents names...a very long pause and he  finally was able to do that. He was concerned cause he couldn't say the Gettysburg address which he proudly can do any other time. So I called his nephew who is an ER doctor in Philadelphia and talked to him.  We are in Colorado. He agreed we should go to the hospital. He talked to Edmund and a few minutes later we were on our way to the hospital 15 minutes away.
He had test after test each coming back with relevant, but not so good news. They found a small aneurysm in his brain and Bigeminy which is an irratic heart beat...and his triglycerides were higher than they would like and the PFO which is the small hole in the wall of the atrium of the heart that usually closes day after we are born, had never closed. 2% of people have that problem and it allows unoxygenated blood to flow into the left atrium from the right without going through the ventricles  and out to the brain/body...so that is not good.
Concern continuing to build in my mind, the decision was made for Edmund to stay in the hospital for the night under observation. That night his breathing was so irratic that he had to be on oxygen.
All of this was happening and all of our surroundings were new to us.  We didn't have our own Dr. We didn't know the hospital. We didn't have family close by and we were just beginning to make friends in the area having moved here to Divide, Colorado in September.
I had contacted one of my kids and started an email thread and called my husband's older daughter and spoke to her. So we were connected...and they reached out all our kids that night...it was good to feel surrounded by their loving concern.
One of our new neighbors called me out of the blue and said she was on the way home from work would I like her to stop and get anything. I told her no thanks we are actually in the hospital and she came to check on us and brought us something healthy to eat. So so thoughtful.
The next day more tests and following two dr consults we were released with prescriptions and appointments for follow ups  in the next few weeks. Taking the medicine.  Rested for a day. Back to regular routines.  Being retired that is easy. Fielding calls and so grateful for family reaching out to us and caring how we were doing. Still four days later and last night what had happened hit me like a ton of bricks. I had a total panic attack. Edmund was a gem. He cared for me, calmed me down staying up beside me late into the night until I finally was able to sleep.
This experience and our families ability to keep showing up for us brought the power of love and family right to the forefront of our lives.  We are so grateful for this warning and the ability to more fully care for ourselves. Keep showing up for one another. It is a beautiful thing from this vantage point. I am so grateful for and blessed by all of you in our lives.
                   

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Musings from The Mountain House

Much has happened since I last posted here on my blog.
We sold Rhodeside, our home in Costa Rica, in May of 2016.  It is worth noting that we were both ready to leave Costa Rica. This plays out in life much differently for my husband and myself and I suppose that is the topic of my post this morning. 
Edmund said he was ready. He talked about it for two years before the day that he finally said, "Ok Gwen, I am done with Costa Rica and want to go home to the United States of America."  He doesn't seem to "attach" so much emotion to the place as I do. Even though he worked day in and day out for 17 years on our property. His name, Edmund, means protector of property! quite fitting I would say. And a fine job he did of it as well.  He loved it while he was there. In a sense, he is more in the moment than I am. He is always looking forward...what comes next? I used to catch him looking at planes as they flew over head...he would say to me..." sometimes I just want to be on one...going somewhere else...seeing the world."
He explained all the necessary information regarding the water lines, tanks and pump house to our neighbors who would now be in charge. He paid all the bills. Did all the necessary things to accomplish the legalities of the sale. Then like the cowboy he is, saddled up his horse Rain and took a  long, farewell ride on her up the mountain and down into the pasture lands watching the sunset on horseback on last time.  The next day we went for a long ride together on Lucky and Rain. In fact we rode every morning that week racing around the pastures and mountainsides having the time of our lives on horseback before we left Rhodeside. He walked the line of the property. He walked up the ridge at sunset having private time with his emotions as he is want to do. He experienced the sad emotions of leaving some of his long time Costa Rican "Tico" friends when they came to say Adios...those last hugs were heart wrenching for me to watch as he let them know he would forever be grateful for their friendships.  The last morning he put our luggage in the car and one last time called out to me "Come on girl...get your shoes and socks on! and 'git in the truck' off we went...a bittersweet ending...Edmund smiling and winking at me... Ciao Costa Rica! Hello USA! 
I had packed 8 suitcases and in the course of two trips to Philadelphia from Costa Rica during that spring had everything we wanted ready, knowing we could buy what we didn't have and might need in the USA, the rest we donated to the needy in surrounding communities or left for the new owners of our home.
Leaving my dear, faithful horse, Lucky was quite heartbreaking.  Edmund always tries to tell me that Lucky just loved me because I fed him...but it is much more than that...he knows me. He trusts me. Raising him from birth, no matter how much time goes by between our visits, he knows my voice and comes immediately. Lucky nudges his nose into the crease of my neck and shoulders and licks my face and my shoulder...he lets me wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him...he licks my arms (i know he loves the salt he finds there) and I always bring his favorite snack,  cut up watermelon. I gave Lucky to our horse coach, Mel who has always coveted my noble horse. He loves him almost as much as I do. 
The heaviness in my heart that morning was not just leaving Lucky, we were leaving the place I had worked tirelessly along side of my husband for 11 years encouraging beautiful gardens from the earth, fruit from our trees, flowers and plants to transform our property, eggs from our chickens, some neighbors into friends and a retreat for weary travelers. 
Do not get me wrong. I really wanted to leave Costa Rica. It was beautiful but so isolating.  Being closer to family, grandchildren and friends was our goal and a move to the US was just the ticket to accomplishing that goal. So here we are...in our Mountain House, as my grandson dubbed it, in Divide, Colorado...where I wrote this post looking out my window at Pikes Peak.