Wednesday, August 24, 2011

No regrets . . . part 2



In the previous post, I wrote a bit about living a life with no regrets vs living a life full of regrets.  Although I didn't have any misconception that I had thoroughly explored this issue, I had said what I thought and intended to move on.    Apparantly the discussion was not over in my house.  I was sitting in the den recently and Rags (pictured above) was lying on the sofa on his back, as he's prone to do these days.  He looked over at me and said,  "I have some regrets."

OK, maybe he didn't say it out loud but after more than 12 years together, Rags and I have learned to communicate on another level. 

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

No regrets . . . part 1

Most conversations that I have with with my 90 year old mother are just a repeat of the previous one.  Not much new happens in her life these days so she just talks about the same things every time.  Every once in a while, however, she throws me a curve ball and says something new.

That happened just recently when she said, "I have no regrets.  If I had my life to live over I wouldn't change anything.  OK, there's one thing  . . . I wouldn't have let your father have his way with what we called your older sister.  I chose the name Susan and he chose the name Gail but he wanted to call her Gail and I relented.  I shouldn't have done that." 

Wow! A life with no regrets (except one)?  Is that even possible?

Monday, August 15, 2011

The cost of war

Photo credit:  Aaron Thompson

I came across this picture tonight when I was reading a blog that focuses on telling feel-good stories of returning soldiers.  Sandwiched in between all the heart-warming videos of surprise reunions was this photo reminding us that there is a very real cost to war and that the homecoming of every soldier is not always happy one.


Monday, August 8, 2011

Art in unexpected places



I appreciate art most when I find it in unexpected places. I did just that  recently when I spotted it in the form of a quilt pattern painted on the side on this barn on winding mountain road near Fontana Lake in western North Carolina.