Smithsonian
I had a call from my sister this morning, so full of life energy, overflowing with glowing reports of the museum visiting that she and my other sister were experiencing in DC. She talked, I listened.
Quite a contrast, to where my life is focused these days. A dear friend is in hospice care; at age 67, is she ready to let go? And I am about to head out to visit a friend hospitalized last night with pneumonia and a massive heart attack; at age 92, is she ready to let go? I don’t know; they don’t know. I continue to be amazed at the tenacity of human beings to hold onto life, whether they feel God’s presence or not.
I love picturing my sisters buzzing about DC, and I’m looking forward to a sisters’ trip in March with them. The universe needs balance: of life energy and letting go energy; of museums and hospice beds; of talking and listening. My sister and I also part of the balance.
Quite a contrast, to where my life is focused these days. A dear friend is in hospice care; at age 67, is she ready to let go? And I am about to head out to visit a friend hospitalized last night with pneumonia and a massive heart attack; at age 92, is she ready to let go? I don’t know; they don’t know. I continue to be amazed at the tenacity of human beings to hold onto life, whether they feel God’s presence or not.
I love picturing my sisters buzzing about DC, and I’m looking forward to a sisters’ trip in March with them. The universe needs balance: of life energy and letting go energy; of museums and hospice beds; of talking and listening. My sister and I also part of the balance.
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