Breathe in the stars!

In the quiet, I felt my soul come to life during that in-between time when dreams are allowed to manifest . Without interruptions, conversations or technology pulling my thoughts away,  I gave in to the twinkle of the stars.

Summertime begs me to hop into my Toyota Sienna van and take a trip. I long to find a place where I can spend the night under the darkest sky and breathe in the stars. In the middle of June, during a camping adventure with my partners in crime & adventure – I most enjoyed my time when everyone was asleep and the sky was awake.

In the quiet, I felt my soul come to life during that in-between time when dreams are allowed to manifest . Without interruptions, conversations or technology pulling my thoughts away,  I gave in to the twinkle of the stars.

And it made me wonder… what happens when someone dies? Are they really gone forever? Or are their soul’s there for me to connect with? And …what is my purpose on this planet? Is there something I need to be doing and if so, what is it?

There was a time, years ago outside Taos, NM when I lay on a blanket under the stars and let the tears fall from my eyes. The night sky was so spectacular, the evening was so quiet, the shooting stars were abundant and for that brief moment in time … all was well. I was in the right place, at the right time with the right person. I had no idea then how many times I would relive that beautiful moment.

I am still making memories for those nights thirty years from now and I will remember kayaking on the water in the early morning hours, cold drinks with good friends, nonstop laughing and I will ask myself the same thing – What happens after we die? Will my soul connect with other souls? Did I serve my purpose in life? Should I have done more?

Tell me if you know – “what happens when …?”

When I get older … many years from now!

But sometimes I get lonely and wonder how in the world I ended up here. I miss having that someone special in my life and yet, I love the freedom to pick up at a moment’s notice and go off on an spontaneous trip.

I’m retired and keeping busy in a million different way. But sometimes I get lonely and wonder how in the world I ended up here. I miss having that someone special in my life and yet, I love the freedom to pick up at a moment’s notice and go off on an spontaneous trip. I’ll be sure to tell you about some of my adventures as we go along. I have a fun one coming up.

So, what about you? You feeling at loose ends? Looking for guidance? Need a sense of purpose?

I know having a sense of purpose keeps loneliness at bay.  I always have the library to go to when I feel the walls closing in. I have 4 books on my table to read and I also have 2 books on my Hoopla app that I can listen to as I garden, clean or drive.

This is actually a great time for me to try something new. Last summer I took pickleball lessons and LOVE playing. It is social, aerobic and super fun! I also enjoy bowling and have special friends that I only see at the bowling alley. Next on my list I want to go to a music store and find a used instrument and take lessons. That will wake me up and get my brain cells firing again for sure!

Some days I wonder how other retired people fill their time. I want to peer into their windows and ask if I can join in. I want to connect to a community of retired people and unite. Does that make sense? I will sleep on it and decide in the morning.

In the meantime. I shall say adieu until we meet again.

Laughter into My Old Age

Ahh Sunday …

Clean sheets
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I changed the sheets on my bed this morning and my wrinkle-free bed looked lovely. As I yanked the clean pillowcases from the laundry basket I saw (to my dismay) the top sheet mingled with towels and socks.

Drats. No wonder it was so quick and easy!

Another joy bubble … causing me to laugh at myself.

I have to write these things down now so when I’m old and bored, I can reread and relive the experiences.

Of course, I’ll be laughing so hard that I’ll be a happy magnet!

Ever have days like these?

When I get older losing my hair …

A thousand years ago, I heard this Beatles song for the first time. I liked the beat and the lyrics. I listened to it again last week and it was as if I were hearing it for the first time.

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine.
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

singing childrenDidn’t 64 sound so old in the 1960’s? And now, the baby boomer generation is in this time frame and it’s not old. It’s us – you and him and her and me. Our parents were 64 – old, stuck in their ways, settled? Not us. Certainly not us.

If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?

Do my kids consider me old?  I wonder what they think when they hear this song?

I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?

Didn’t it seem so far fetched when you first heard it? 64 was a million years off.
Wasn’t it?

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