“Peace is more important than all justice; and peace was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the sake of peace.”
Memorial Day, a day to give thanks to all who have served and sacrificed. I always think of my own father, and all the other fathers, sons, brothers, sisters, daughters, and mothers who served their country. We are indebted to them all.
My father, Elijah Armenta. Gone but not forgotten.
A week in a peek.
Unpacking, storms, brownies, walking, phone calls and friends. A good week.
When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.~Haruki Murakami
It was cloudy his morning when I drove to church, but the rain held off.
Today was the Feast of Corpus Christi, celebrating the solemnity of the belief in the body and blood of Jesus in the Eucharist. The Gospel was Luke 9:11-17 about the five loaves and two fish feeding the crowds. More miracles, more bread. My take on it…The symbolism of feeding the body and soul.
After Mass, I stopped at my friend Jerry’s house for tea and conversation. He has a wonderful collection of artwork and sculptures. We sat out back, the sun came out, it was a beautiful afternoon.
I stopped at Walgreens to upload some photos of my trip. (No selfie control) It took me quite a long time to figure out the kiosk and editing stuff, but I did it. Yay! I’ll pick up 227 tomorrow.
When I went for my evening walk, it was sunny and warm, but off in the northwest, it looked a little dark, followed with a distant sound of thunder. A few minutes into my walk…….
A scary stormy sky. I stood and watched in amazement, took pictures, then scurried home when the rain and lightning threatened harm.
“I walked through the storm and I learned.”
“Memories establish the past;Senses perceive the present;
Imaginations shape the future.”
― Toba Beta
We are surrounded by the sights, sounds and smells of home, but how often do we appreciate them? This morning, I started my day by making a batch of brownies. Today is my neighbor’s birthday. Mike doesn’t believe in birthdays or celebrating, but that’s too bad, because I do. So, I made him some brownies. The house smelled divine.
My secret recipe: brownie mix on sale, sprinkle a big handful of chocolate chips and half a dozen cut up Snickers or other candy bars on top of batter. Bake per directions. Tastes divine.
I took a couple of walks this afternoon and early evening. The kids were playing in the park, laughing and squealing in the splashing water.
The duck family enjoyed the water too. There’s a new baby duckling paddling along.
The sights and sounds and smells of home.
I don’t feel like unpacking my bags because it means the trip is over.
~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis
Just because you have baggage doesn’t mean you have to lug it around.
Procrastination and avoidance are my strongest attributes. Instead of unpacking my bags, doing laundry, and getting back to normal, I lounged around all morning, sipping tea, checking emails, etc. Then, I gathered the energy to get dressed and go out to lunch with my friend Diane.
A quick trip to the store for some groceries, then home. Did I unpack? No! At least I shuffled a few things around.
From the middle of the kitchen floor to the foot of bed. Progress!
What did I do next? I went for a long walk. I missed my pond and all the critters around. I was only gone a week for goodness sake.
It was a perfect day for a walk.
Mr. Bunny was happy to see me too.
It was a good lazy day. Perhaps I will unpack tomorrow. Perhaps not.
Coming back is the thing that enables you to see how all the dots in your life are connected, how one decision leads you another, how one twist of fate, good or bad, brings you to a door that later takes you to another door, which aided by several detours–long hallways and unforeseen stairwells–eventually puts you in the place you are now.
It was a wonderful week. My wings are mending and spreading slowly, and I’ve been testing their strength. I drove to Stillwater OK and back, all by myself, over four hours each way. Something I’ve never attempted before. I detest driving, mostly because I am directional impaired. Thank goodness for Google maps.
Jim did all the other driving to Santa Fe and back, over ten hours each way. I sat back, enjoyed the gorgeous scenery, and took a zillion pictures.
It’s good to be home, but I’ll miss the museums, art, churches, beautiful scenery, and a dear friend. It was a wonderful adventure with soaring wings.
Maybe I’ll unpack tomorrow. Maybe not.
I’m home. The dots are connected. All dots lead home.
If it’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing.~Ayn Rand
When there is too much to tell, just show pictures. I like pictures.
Two Toni’s for the price of one.
Shadows in the night.
Sites on the way home.
Passing through Amarillo. My dad was born in Amarillo.
I wondered if I was going to find a lucky penny on this trip. On the way home. I found a penny and two dimes. 21! Even luckier!
Time to say goodbye for now. “No selfie control.”