Author: cometsgirl

not to be passed up.

Because of a chance to see my oldest two grandchildren together, I made a quick two-day trip to Texas. I could not pass up time to spend with these amazing young people.

It appears I’ve got the travel bug!

So once again I embarked on wheeled travel. With each travel segment, I find I have increased ability to navigate my way through an airport. I do need help with distance to the gate, but after that I’m more and more able to move about the gate area. And that gate area continues to expand.

While my time in Texas was short, it never felt like it. Lots can be accomplished when motivated!

My son picked me up and soon enough we were at the pumpkin farm. I find that more and more grocery stores have farm sections.

Ten CHOICE pumpkins picked later…

Always a stop at Starbucks on the way home. I was reminded of all the times my grandson and I sat in Starbucks in “our” comfy chairs.

Flowers for me as I arrived.

Now that the two grandchildren have moved out, I enjoyed conversation with their parents. They are the age I was when my children had left home. I heard their words of change and of wonder. And of quiet. Sometimes too much quiet.

That ended with the arrival of grandkids/grand young adults the next day!

The day was a gift beyond measure. A chorus of family stories, updates, and cheering for the big game – in this case the alma mater of my granddaughter vs the Dawgs.

A feast followed..

And, birthday cake!!

A wonderful end to this remarkable day. Abundant blessings.

There’s a new resident in this home. With the recent losses of two long-time pets, this new one has begun to fill the void.

This Sabbath my beautiful daughter-in-law and I had lovely worship at their church where this family has belonged for close to two decades. There’s change here with the leaving of their rector and an interim in place.

Then just like that, it was time to return home. My heart is full. I’m so grateful for the quick gift of love, of time, of hugs, of laughter, of talks – from each of these four precious pieces of my heart.

Traveling mercies.

I absolutely loved being in town for the birthday party.

It was a joyous evening with remarkable women. Rich and hilarious conversations. It was an evening of celebrating and being celebrated.

I’ve loved being in town to see large, beautiful buildings. Many new, sitting next to vintage and historic structures.

Houses of worship.

Christ Church Cathedral, where I worshipped before I left town.

Iskan Hindu Temple.

I love the neighborhood and surrounding area where my friend lives.

As we drove home yesterday she described this part of town as having texture.

Yes, that’s exactly the way to describe it. There is a wonderful variety in people and dwellings in this part of town. Texture in voices and colors, in food and shelter, in opportunity and in struggle.

Of course I loved all the meals I enjoyed.

I’ll return for more big city life.

Today, though, I am going home to small town life.

Now airborne for my flight to Atlanta, I’m aware this second return to traveling is much easier than the first. I’ve got spunk, which was required for my wheeled travel at the Houston airport today. And once again I turned my chair into a walker and I walked at will.

Amazing.

Traveling mercies.

Today is my best friend’s birthday. It’s the reason for my visit. She came to visit me in July to celebrate my birthday. Two friends traversing miles for the milestones.

We began the day at 2nd Cup, a coffee house she had wanted to check out. One thing about this place – all proceeds go toward programs that have to do with stopping human trafficking, and programs to help those caught up in this web.

It was all delicious, and such a fine start to this day. After breakfast I dropped Beth off at work.

I’m loving driving around downtown Houston where she works. I’m really taken by the reflections of buildings on buildings.

When I lived in Houston, I worked in The Texas Medical Center. My route to work took me past flower shops lined up along Fannin Street. Every Monday I stopped at one or another of the many shops to purchase flowers for my office. It was a gift to myself that pleased my co-workers as well.

I returned to one of those shops today.

As I dropped Beth off at work, she reminded me that sunflowers were her favorite flowers. Got it!

There’s a party tomorrow. As I mentioned, everyone is to bring a dessert. My plan was to bring Freddy’s custard. I decided a better plan would be to head north today to Connie’s Frozen Custard. It’s the pinnacle of frozen custard, and this is a special birthday after all.

I thought we might need to do a taste test tonight. But not after the dinner we enjoyed. I had 3 appetizers. Enough said?

A lovely day bookended by times of shared sustenance, and most excellent birthday related journeys for me.

Birthday blessings.

I had a conversation yesterday about transition and/or destination. That struck me as I wonder if I’m in transition with respect to my health situation, or whether or not I have arrived at my destination. Oh my gosh say it isn’t so! And certainly I believe this just cannot be my destination. Still, at times….I’m discouraged.

Yet as I write this I have taken my seat in my chair in the sky. Yep, I’m on trip #405.

This morning Evan dropped me off at the airport and waved goodbye as I wended my own way to curbside bag checking. All by myself! That was an unexpected transition.

Later, as I was pushed toward the plane train I found myself engaged in conversation with my pusher and a 2nd pusher who was walking alongside, not pushing. Anyway, we talked about transitions. Destinations.

I wrote down her words. “We’re always in transition”. Followed by “better to be in transition than in decomposition.” Well, yes.

Next up was the elevator ride up to the gates, where I joined another wheelchair rider. Packed in we were literally face to face. So we introduced ourselves. I guess I gave the impression of high energy. Imagine, accomplishing this while seated in a wheelchair.

As we were removed from the elevator, she exclaimed “I hear the fire in you!”.

Lastly, as I mentioned in a previous blog, a friend suggested I turn my wheelchair into a walker after the pusher parks me and leaves me sitting.

You better believe I transitioned that wheelchair into a walker and took off. As I passed a guy he spun around and cried out “you’ve got it backwards!” I replied “I’m free!”

I do realize I have a difficult road ahead in my period of transition. As I sit here, I’ve got Brandi Carlile singing in my ears, “there’s a road left behind me that I’d rather not speak of, and a hard one ahead of me too”. Very hard.

For now, I’ve transitioned from Eastern Daylight Time to Central Daylight Time. I’m here for a best friend’s birthday party. All the guests are to bring dessert. I’ll be bringing a giant tub of Freddy’s frozen custard. Delicious joy ahead with sweetness of friends and desserts.

Traveling mercies.

Today I was asked by my brother “where is your last blog about the Taos trip?” As I generally wrap up my travel with an end blog, he wondered where it was. Well, it had been written, just never posted. I’m glad for the reminder to complete this travel blog, especially in light of the significance of this particular travel experience.

Eight days sounded like a very long time when I arrived in New Mexico. It seemed a luxury of time. I had never stayed this long in Taos.

This “substitute” trip was way beyond what one thinks of as a substitute. It was a fabulous trip unto itself.

Still, I was not ready to leave when we reached the eighth day. But then, I’m never really ready to end my travels.

It does help, though, to have another trip scheduled.

What is it about travel for me? I live in a place of the country that is in itself a destination. Yet I yearn to take my seat in the sky to fly to another place. Part of it is certainly the gift of flight, as for so many years I could not travel by air. And, too, it is me – it’s what I do. I take flight, and I soar!

Traveling mercies.

When I gaze around me in this place, I realize more often than not, there is a roundness about me.

The adobe structures.

My cappuccinos.

My meals.

Fruit and flowers.

God’s creatures.

And clouds.

Round. Roundness.

I’m especially aware of these round sights because right now I’ve too much “sharp, sharpness” within me. The sharpness of pain.

I’ve been prayed over by my best friend. I’ve been prayed for by many. I was sent off with tokens to create a healing altar in my space here.

I’ve been told my healing will be slow. And so it is. In the meantime, I’ll be on the lookout for round as I move about in my sharpness.

When one thinks of the word nourish, it’s generally about being sustained by food.

Another meaning is “supply with what is necessary for life, health, and growth”.

That is what I’ve come here to find. And I have found just that kind of nourishment in so many ways.

The casa.

Worship.

Wide open spaces.

Art.

Neighboring llamas, Phyllis, Jacob, and Esau.

Healing touches.

And, of course, cappuccinos and lattes.

I am well nourished.

It’s not surprising that we often find ourselves with an opportunity to check something out.

On Sunday, as we were driving off from the casa, a young man ran up to us to ask if we knew where the overflow parking was for the Ashram.

Not only did we not know where the overflow parking was, we were unaware there was a Hindu temple one street over.

Yesterday we took a detour home by driving down the street one block away. There it was. The Ashram.

Removing our shoes, we entered.

Within the Neem Karoli Baba Ashram is a statue of Hanuman-anji, a lovable monkey god who devoted his entire being to the service of his divine master, Lord Rama.

Takhts – sacred seats – were available for meditation and prayer.

Outside, peacocks roam.

Signs detailing all the rules and restrictions belied the sense of silent welcome I felt when we entered.

Once again we found it’s a good thing to say “oh sure, let’s”.

As we drove north toward Taos a few days ago, I was so struck by this tree that I pled for a u-turn so I could save this image.

The stark gracefulness of this tree is stunning to me. It stands out in its uncovered–ness.

It is without adornment, yet is quite beautiful. It feels balanced and graceful. And strong. And long-lifed.

Perhaps l see some of me in this tree. Both as I am and as I wish to be.

“I feel a great regard for trees; they represent age and beauty and the miracles of life and growth.” Louise Dickinson Rich

Having planned ahead of time to go to a service of Taize and healing late in the afternoon, Sabbath keeping took on a new rhythm.

Taking leave of the bed in slow fashion, lounging in the backyard was the place to be.

Breakfast served in front of the fire, I mean sunflowers.

Then on to Coffee Apothecary for the real start to the day.

Home for some backyard rest-taking,

and intentional walking along the path behind the casa.

Then midday prayers seated next to a garden of Yarrow.

Immediately after prayers there was a declaration of “I’m hungry now!” It’s clear all this resting and prayer can create an appetite.

Something good and healthy. Well, good.

Late afternoon we found exquisite worship at St. James Episcopal Church – a Taize service of healing. Beautiful prayers. Beautiful music.

From the Epistle of St. James: Are any among you suffering? They should pray. The prayer of faith will save the sick, and the Lord will raise them up.

The dismissal. Send us forth a people, forgiven, healed, renewed. Alleluia!

A lovely Sabbath day of worship and rest comes to a close.