Posted by Edith Cook on Tuesday, April 3, 2012 Under: Personal
It's been three weeks of travel but I am back home. How quickly it's over! And all I can do is marvel how friends these days look like their parents, not like the youngsters I once knew. I too, have changed: I seem to have shrunk, which is obvious only after standing next to a young man I used to know as a kid.
Sad stories, too, have come my way these past weeks: former classmates in ill health, at the hospital, or, worse, dead and gone. On the bright side, I may have contributed to a heightened sense of joy in a handful of people. It's good to become reacquainted with people far away, gone from my life yet dearly remembered. Now that I am home, there's stuff to attend: bills to pay, duties put aside earlier until my return, starting up my veggie garden. Still tired with jet leg but I'll have to get going . . .
Though I now live in Wyoming, I make frequent return trips to California with visits to travel club members along the way. At home I play classical guitar, enjoy gardening and cooking, and participate in group yoga. Getting together with family and friends is high on my agenda. I value people who write or make music and love it when my adult children and their offspring play their instruments, sing songs with me, or discuss what they read and write. Such gatherings help me cope with the losses in my life, which have been severe. Next year I hope to visit family in Germany.