Who said Chicken Soup was good for the soul?
I went to visit my mom on the way up to the resort this afternoon. When I arrived one of the volunteers at the hospice was reading to her from “Chicken Soup for the Mothers’ Soul”. The volunteer asked to finish the story, only 2 pages left, as she too wanted to know what would happen.
Mom thanked her for reading to her and she handed me the book. I asked mom whether she would like me to continue to read. I did so. I read for about 45 minutes…numerous stories, all very poignant with many of them talking about death. I kept getting choked up but mom did not seem to be with me…so I pressed on. She drifted in and out of sleep, and then all of a sudden, just after I said aloud “Could these stories be any more heart wrenching?”, mom started getting choked up herself. I took her glasses off, passed her a tissue and she wiped her eyes as the tears rolled down.
Mom and I agreed that this was not the book we wanted to read. An observation we can both feel better about.
I arrived at the resort 2 hours later, having driven through two areas with significant snow fall. The resort was covered with about 2 inches of fluffy snow. You know the kind you can just blow on and it moves out of the way. It’s gorgeous.
Now…anyone who knows me, will confirm I am not a ‘winter’ person. However, if winter was like this for 3 months…I may have a slightly different position. It’s crisp out without being brutally cold. A bit of winter exercise of any sort and you’d be feeling pretty comfortable in the cold. The snow crunches under your boots when you walk, the silence of the cold night air making the sound more audible.
I am officially off grid other than my DoWoo. I look forward to awaking tomorrow and going for a walk in the morning. I look forward to what I am able to create tomorrow. You?