The Friday Recliner ~ July 24th

Welcome to the Friday Recliner friends – a little something as always to get your weekend started on a relaxed note and a quiet place to rest a while.

So here we are half way and a bit through what can only be described as the strangest  year ever and can I just tell you this –  you and I are doing amazing even though some days we feel like we’re falling apart. Step by step, moment by moment,  small joy by small joy which end up being big and keeping us going. Fresh air, sunsets, conversations, one simple thing and then the next and we are doing this hard thing.  

I hope these few simple thoughts I offer each week help along the way

A Good Word

Keep sending them

Deep breaths are like love notes to your body

MICI Magazine

A Good Look

“Ah there is nothing like staying at home for real comfort” Jane Austen

This loveliness from Blueberry Living Co

A Good Idea

by Sarah Baker

Pray the simple prayer.

Write the simple song, even if it’s been done before.

Take the simple route when you feel pressured to take the glamorous one.

Speak the simple words, the words that have been spoken millions of times before you, but hold the same power, the same purpose.
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Life is so busy and broadcasted constantly, and there’s a sense of urgency to keep up.

But maybe sometimes, ignore it.

And look to the simple, to the overlooked, to the small.

A Good Read

A Grandmother Offered Poetry and a Tween Found His Voice

By 

“Remote learning isn’t working out,” my daughter says on one of our regular family FaceTime sessions. My older daughter chimes in, “Have Mom work with Will.”

I feel a twinge of delight. While my grandson Will, his younger brother and their parents scramble for quiet spaces to work in their home in Montpelier, Vt., I am a widow living alone in Rye, N.H. I need company, even if it is virtual, and they need relief.

I would also love to spend time with Will, an easygoing, quiet 12-year-old who is constantly in motion. Will also loves to hum. I once wrote a poem for him that concluded, “Everywhere he goes he brings his song.” Maybe that tune is an indication of something deeper running beneath the surface. I have no idea if Will would like to write poetry, but when I run the idea by him, he sounds enthused.

From our first hour together I feel something in me open. It comes as a surprise, and I’m not sure what it is exactly, but it feels akin to hope and joy. I think this threatening virus has shut me down just when life was coming back to me more fully.

 

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And one more for good measure

 

50+ People On What “Home” Means to Them in 2020

As long as I’ve lived in the US, my mum has told me that her method for coping with the fact that I’m so far away is to tell herself that I’m actually just in Sydney—a three-hour drive from the city where she lives. While I’ve never pretended my mum was only a short drive away, I found solace in the fact that, seat availability withstanding, I was never more than a 24-hour flight away. With the spread of COVID, I’ve felt that home drift further and further away. What was once just two flights away is now a potentially dangerous Uber to the airport, a likely cancelled flight, and eventually, two weeks in government-mandated hotel quarantine. The harder it’s become to get to my family, the less and less New York has felt like home. When the lockdown orders hit New York, I did what I was told—I stayed inside my apartment as much as I could, but I never truly felt like I was staying home.

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Till next week friends, have a beautiful weekend – rest up, do something you love xx

Remember you can browse through the  previous articles and posts linked to in The Friday Recliner right  HERE.

 

2 thoughts on “The Friday Recliner ~ July 24th

  1. Hi Trace

    Love the different perspectives of home. I am glad I am at home in this season. Glad too of the people in my family-the ones who do life with me!

    It’s a good thought

    Have a great day

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