New Eyes

I consider myself a grateful person. My family and friends tease me at being overly so sometimes. Which I believe is impossible. 

But, I have met my match.  New friends, from Brazil, here to create a new life in Canada.  One suitcase each.  Finding their way together, in a new city, a new language, with some new ways. 

In the ten days since their arrival I have had the pleasure of seeing our life through their eyes.  The peacefulness of our home, the selection in the grocery store, the abundance of water, the safe streets, the beauty of ocean and mountains.  The joy of a new beginning and a dream coming true. 

I didn't have to leave my life behind, in order to see it anew. 

"The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes."  Marcel Proust

What do your eyes see, dear ones. 

Possible

It’s been more than a year and a half. A simple fall, with not so simple consequences, took me away – from this blog and, in many ways, from myself. 

Many days it took all I had for the “need to do’s”, increasingly days held more “nice to do’s”, but this was the “icing on the cake” that just never felt possible. Until now. 

I've missed it. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed me - this part of me, that sits to write a few words.

These past months have brought me many things. A new appreciation for what I once took for granted. Countless examples of love and support at the moments I needed it most. A reaffirmation of my own strength. And so much more. 

It has also, eventually, brought me back to this page. I’m so grateful to be here. 

Start by doing what's necessary;
then do what's possible;
and suddenly you are doing the impossible.
St. Francis of Assisi

What is possible for you, dear ones. 

All good things, k