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Winds of Time

05/31/2014

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So much has happened since posting my last blog; yet so much in my life is exactly the same. I'm blessed to have this paper trail as a reminder. It seems like just yesterday. 

“Mama went to heaven May 31, 2012. Her cheery smile and gentleness are treasures she left for us to remember. That reminds me of my father who joked as he raked leaves for dazzling bonfires, whistled while giving hay rack rides, and roasted hundreds of golden marshmallows for me. Dad's also in heaven. 

We all grieve the absence of certain people in our lives—and not just from death!!! Sometimes we're forced to leave our beloved homes and cherished friendships behind...” 

Ironically, my FB post on Oct. 28, 2012 [the day Hurricane Sandy hit the east coast] said, "Not gonna worry; not gonna fret. Somebody bigger than you and me is in control of this universe!!!" The rains came, winds blew, and our house remained intact; but the job my hubby casually applied for on that fateful day required another move. 
Our lives were upside down for quite awhile. 

Five months later, we closed on a house 1,000 miles away and our belongings were delivered. It took another seven months to unpack 300 boxes. I still haven't found some of my favorite toiletries but new ones have been purchased. All in all, it finally feels like home again. 

While sipping coffee early in the morning, appreciating beautiful gardens showcasing our lawn in the afternoon, or watching as stars emerge at night, I remain in awe of the world that spins around me. He's still in control and I'm content where I am...though the moments that take my breath away are causing me to begin writing once again. 


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Changing Seasons and People in our Lives

09/07/2012

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Ever have a wonderful yet difficult summer? 
I did. I'm enthusiastic about life and enjoy people—those unique individuals we make connections with, then miss when they're absent. My mom taught me how interesting they truly are and to value each one.

Mama went to heaven on May 31, 2012. Her cheery smile and gentleness are treasures she left for us to remember. That reminds me of my father who joked while raking up leaves for dazzling bonfires, whistled during hayrack rides, and roasted hundreds of golden marshmallows. Daddy is also in heaven… 

All of us grieve the absence of certain people in our lives—and not just from death!!! Sometimes our challenges include the loss of significant and meaningful interactions with co-workers, neighbors, friends, and family members when we/they make changes in schooling, jobs, places of worship, residences, or end participation with groups we’ve been 
involved. As I child, my immediate family moved often. Not only were we forced to leave beloved homes and cherished friendships behind but inherent in that process was the requirement to become familiar
with a new locality, re-establishing your identity regardless of being lonely or apprehensive. And there were always more goodbyes. As an adult, I’ve lived in several additional locations. 
 
This summer, we were able to reconnect in the Midwest, in Texas, and on the East Coast. Friendships were temporarily rekindled and great joy resulted from reunions with never-to-be-forgotten friends and family members! It was wonderful. The problem? I miss those people who were once an integral part of my existence. These were only brief encounters and life continues in different arenas for all of us. Memories are simply little reminders . . . and not reality. While sipping coffee early in the morning, or watching as the stars emerge at night, I’m usually retrospective about my history. 
 
While adjusting to any new phase in our lives, sadness comes naturally for a while until we come to terms with the change, perhaps building new relationships. Grief can include mental anguish, deep sorrow, remorse, and emotional distress depending on a number of factors. There are endless options on how to cope and move on. Frequently, people don’t know how to  respond and encourage us to blow it off, forget the past, or ignore the pain and smell the flowers around us. Feelings shouldn’t rule us but they can’t be disregarded because they are painful. When considering them, we learn to be at peace with what isn’t or wasn’t. Creativity helps build contentment, develops a plan for how we'll respond to tomorrow. 

Right now, I'm going to like a bunch of stuff I see on FB. It's just a little thing but will remind me of some cherished friends around the world for a few minutes.

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Mama's Birthday

07/18/2012

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I reminisced in my own world early on Sunday morning July 15, 2012, sipping coffee and enjoying warm pannukakku with fresh blueberries from Michigan, out on the patio. Childhood memories flooded my head. It was Mama’s birthday and I missed her so much!!!

Birds chirped as the sun climbed higher in a golden sky, tinged with leftover rose and mauve. My soul was at peace but my heart ached—wishing I  could hear her voice saying, “I love you!” just one more time. Then I remembered a message my sister, Bonnie, left on my birthday, with Mama saying she was proud of me and loved me very much. What a wonderful gift! I also remembered the birthday card she sent, carefully inscribed with her  special wishes. Tears moisten my checks when I touch that precious memento. 

Is God good all the time? Looking back at Mama’s story, I sometimes wonder. We see the tapestry from a different perspective than our  creator does. Was the unbearable sadness Mama and her siblings endured as orphaned children just stuff that happens in life? Or did God have a reason for allowing the pain? No doubt, there are varied opinions. 

My Scandinavian roots go back to the Vikings who were adventurous, courageous, and determined to survive against difficult odds. My great-grandfather Johann Höglund helped settle Finland with repeated trips  across the Gulf of Bothnia as a sea captain. He knew adversity from weather,  the rugged terrain, and from humans who struggled to keep their promises. 

Mama was birthed from that ancestry and she proved our responses to circumstances can be victorious. Tragedy doesn’t need to destroy lives. Stressful incidents can be kindling for a bonfire that warms and offers hope, sharing the sweet aroma of His presence. She’s finally enjoying her well-deserved reward. 
 
Celebrating her life with a garden of flowers would make Mama happy so I’ll create a special place in her memory. The only thing left for me to
decide is—who will I sing my little Swedish songs to now, and who will listen to my new stories? 


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Grandma Josephina

07/13/2012

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Grandmothers are treasured in most families, usually leaving a legacy of love, wise advice, and wonderful memories. I wish I could have known my Mormor. She spoke Swedish, immigrated to the USA from Finland, became a young bride in Upper Michigan, and died at 37. The shock was difficult for Grandpa  who insisted his family speak only English--except for occasional children's games and songs. The oldest daughter, my Aunt Viola, dropped out of school at thirteen to care for her younger siblings. My mama was almost two when her mother died; and she also lost her father when he dropped 
into the snow two days after Christmas, a few years later.  

I often wonder about Grandma Fina.
As a child, I wandered around the Steve Family home on rare visits up north and pictured what her life might have been like. There was an antique pillow with a woman's face on the bed where she died. Eerily sad, memorabilia from the past was scattered around the house--including an old wood burning stove that was used to heat the entire home. The creaky stairs conjured images of a bygone era and beckoned me to places I had never been. I've asked the why, when, where, how questions over and over. Mama didn't know most answers. Aunt Viola gave me new insights but her world seemed frozen back in time with unanswerables.
 
Every year I celebrate my grandmother's birthday~July 13, 1882~by trying to speak Swedish; I know lots of songs and sayings. I also eat blueberries and make little meat pies resembling pasties. This year I'm going to write special notes to each of my grandchildren and let them know how much I treasure being their grandmother, with my dreams for their own meaningful lives. Life goes on...and the outcome depends on what you set as your priorities.

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Why would anyone write a book?

07/12/2012

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Here's An Apple, Sweet Adam
     by Cindy Jean Wilson


It all started one rainy Monday afternoon when my chores were finished; a story began swirling in my head. The characters were fictional but soon developed unique personalities with an assortment of physiques, demeanors, and voices all their own. I couldn't get them to stop sharing their opinions as they settled into my home--eager for me to feed them something nutritious and give them a place to sleep. 

When I woke and went down for coffee in the morning, they were still there. Each had personal preferences and some were more cooperative than others. That’s why guests usually return to their own homes. I waited patiently, giving them countless incentives to leave and became enthusiastic about wonderful opportunities on the Today Show, until frustration finally set in. I’m an extrovert and like people but hospitality works best when we’re fresh. 
 
That’s when I picked up a journal and exposed intricate details about my characters I couldn’t speak out loud. For some reason, this encouraged them and they felt validated. We chatted about superficial things all morning and then moved on to issues that were more complex in the afternoon. Before long, I called them by their proper names and knew details about their lives I never really wanted to know. It became a fascinating game. 
 
In their defense, my hubby determined the story should be told and challenged me to write a tale of idealists who possess everything necessary to succeed in life, except for the only thing that really matters. That was the beginning.

This passionate story became emblazoned on my brain and hardly a day passed without thinking about how to adequately convey the characters' thoughts and actions. The plot grew to include subplots and as interesting details spilled over into new scenes, I knew the time had come.

Painting a novel with words became more fun than capturing a mesmerizing landscape with oil paints. My fingers danced on the computer keys trying to keep up with what would unfold next. Emotions built, dialog became heated, as interactions heightened--at times leading to sensory overload. My brain could hardly wait to turn the page. Where was this conversation headed? What would happen as the crisis loomed out of control? Was anyone capable of providing the critical help needed?

As days ran into nights, the story escalated and stopping to sleep sometimes seemed foolish. Rays of morning sunrise usually caught me off guard. Coffee usually helped. On a few occasions, I needed to pull the drapes closed and climb into bed for a delightful nap.

And then it happened. The last page appeared and my fingers hurriedly typed, "The end." Was it really? It seemed like some kind of joke. My body quivered with relief but a new storyline began creeping into my brain. "Goodness sakes, not a sequel?" I said to myself.

"It needs to be told," my hubby said at dinner.



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Lonliness

01/31/2012

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It's lonely being a writer . . . especially when you're an extrovert. I want to be out there involved in people's lives: listening, sharing, laughing, crying, encouraging. Making a difference! I watch from my office as a neighbor gets in her car and drives away. Delivery trucks circle the cul-de-sac; our mailman delivers a package across the street; dog-walkers pass by. Staying focused is difficult. I want to connect with interesting humans. They were made in God's image. 

Instead, I try to create my own believable, vulnerable, and maybe inspirational characters as they walk dusty roads on  journeys to different places. They're the ones I temporarily interact with while I'm in this make believe story-land. Sometimes I don't like them at all~but I go on believing in them. Usually!!! In the end, most become friends I'm glad I got to know. So I persevere, hoping you'll someday get the opportunity to meet them, too.

In the meantime, thanks for being uniquely you and giving me courage to attempt stuff that couldn't be done without you. I appreciate the part real people have made in my life . . . and would enjoy spending even more time with YOU!  
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2011 A terrible, very difficult - yet delightful year is almost over!

12/31/2011

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How could a year start with celebratory fireworks, be bright with hope for a few hours, yet turn terribly wrong before the first day ended? I pondered why for months. My nightmare didn't end with hubby's freshly brewed coffee the next morning or kisses under the moonlight. Even a tiny cherry tree planted in our front yard on my birthday, with shiny pink bows shimmering in the fickle sunshine, couldn’t end my sadness. When it looked like the year might get better, another distressing circumstance made a grand entrance!

A carefully planned vacation in the sun to refresh, free from any stress, found my sweetheart glued to a TV for five days while I writhed on a lumpy pillow and uncomfortable mattress with strep. The antibiotics were far from the miraculous drugs I needed. Unused tickets for the special amusements decorate a page in my journal instead.

Apparently God had surprises so I could passionately learn firsthand  what He intended me to write about. Some merely frustrated, filling my heart with anxiety over events that should bring gladness. Others were peaks into His heart seeing things I never dreamed possible.
 
On Mother’s Day, a treasured friend born in Israel—given away by her birth mother but adopted by loving missionaries—stopped by with a beautiful bag of gifts to say I was important. A long distance phone call from  another precious friend, immersed in our culture years ago after a painful exodus from hers, brought me to tears.
 
I was able to fly across the USA to celebrate my mother’s 94th birthday with a very sweet sister, both of us thankful to still have Mama in our lives. My grandmother died before Mom turned two and her father dropped dead in the snow a few years later. 
 
More interesting trips followed, enjoying delightful people and beauty from a magnificent creator. To my husband’s dismay, they left me
speechless but writing words on my computer faster than I could think. 
He's done bunches of cooking and cleaning these past three months.

So here we are on the last day of 2011 with my husband moaning on the couch, running a temp. His deep voice sounds sexy but his husky cough scares me from getting closer. My own allergies from our neighbor’s cedar tree are kicking into high gear, and I struggle to finish the final three chapters in my current WIP, A Time to Celebrate.

We don’t plan to celebrate tonight. 

Only God knows what the New Year might bring but I'm excited to step into it tomorrow ~ because He has a plan and purpose for every day that I live ~ and most of them begin with a glorious sunrise!!!

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Breathtaking leaves, radiant in their splendor a week ago. . .

11/21/2011

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Breathtaking leaves, radiant in their splendor a week ago, resulted in a forlorn blanket of mottled tans on our property this past week. On one blustery day, half blew from their delicate positions of grandeur, in one poof, to a bed of decay below ~ for dogs to trample in their search for a secret place to snoop. It was almost too much to bear!

Simple oak, maple, and ash castaways, once so vibrant, resemble those difficult moments when circumstances turn into ashes before our eyes; when trials at work or at home cause us to flinch; when people inflict unnecessary pain, sometimes unknowingly; while we're trying to do our best with our responsibilities and forge ahead to accomplishing our dreams. Sometimes we give up.

Raking our yard with my hubby, while gathering blisters on my hands, I remembered a retired missionary say, "They come and they go. You get what you get and don't throw a fit." Simple but wise. I think she was talking about people. 

Reflecting can be beneficial . . . or maybe foolish, if it has no further purpose than to continue in a funk. Regardless, we just need to go on.
Picturing the incredible spring festival of Cherry Blossoms we have here in our nation's capital, followed by show after show of majestic floral masterpieces ~ hovering underneath the neglected winter soil, waiting for their time to enthrall. God allows everything for a reason. More leaves will come this spring. 

"For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning." Psalm 30:5

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Know the feeling when something happens at just the perfect time?

11/20/2011

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My husband and I spent a long, holiday weekend over  in the Shenandoah Valley, VA in October for five glorious days—coincidentally, his birthday. Enjoying exquisite fall colors at their peak, my artistic nature kicked into high gear for a visual delight. I wasn’t disappointed!

We arrived early on Thursday morning for his golf tournament . . . long before we could check into our hotel. Instead of working on my current manuscript from our car, I asked if he could drop me off in the hotel lobby after breakfast. Music played softly, with
 a beautiful fireplace providing a warm atmosphere, surrounded by comfy leather chairs beckoning me to just think. Fresh coffee in hand,
I found a quiet corner table and enthusiastically wrote until lunch. 
 
With a room still unavailable, I checked out the adjoining restaurant. Friendly staff greeted me before finding a cozy booth to make-my-home for the afternoon.  “Real food, natural, cooked fresh in our kitchen; never flown in or premade elsewhere,” read the menu marketing. Then she walked up, a delightful young server eager to make my extended stay enjoyable. We chatted about basics to begin. Emily came back from time to time, taking my order, refilling water, making me feel special and comfortable, bringing the delicious entre she’d suggested—which tasted better than she described—and just to chat about life in between. She had questions about my stuff spread over the table. I sked questions about her life. There we connected; a writer trying to make good use of some extra time, intending to make headway in her latest novel and a server, busy doing her job to the best of her ability, in a humble position serving others. 
 
Over those potentially boring hours, I discovered an honest, down-to-earth soul longing to fulfill her destiny on earth and perhaps make an impact—intertwining lives with a maturing grandma overwhelmed with inspiring the world through her writing. I didn’t want to leave that table; didn’t want to end what turned into a very special conversation; didn’t want to say goodbye, possibly forever, to a new friend who had captured a place in my heart. 

Settling into our room, I added hundreds of interesting words until ordering room service for dinner. My brain wouldn’t allow the extrovert in me to eat alone. I wished she could be back chatting with me once more. This authentic home-grown female deeply impacted my day. 
 
“It’s for you and others like you, I continue to blog about things that have already happened in my life. Maybe it’s boring; maybe it will encourage; maybe it will inspire, or perhaps teach something I learned the hard way—so you don’t have to. Most of all, I want to stay in touch. This one’s for you, Emily. I miss you."


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On this day

11/01/2011

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37 years ago, in front of God and 400 guests, my husband and I made sacred vows. It was a glorious ceremony. After signing the marriage license, my father—who married us—looked up and said, “Different from what most believe, the hard part 
has just begun. Every day, for the rest of your life, give each other a reason to stay married to you.”

That was the best wedding gift we received!

So we both endeavored to heed his wise advice; sometimes searching our hearts for extra insight, determination, and perseverance. The result has been a satisfying and refreshing relationship long after the  honeymoon ended. Occasionally we are still asked, “Are you guys newlyweds?”

To which we reply, “What makes you think that?” Guess it's pretty obvious.
 
This doesn’t imply we have no miscommunication or problems. On the contrary! Even with difficult moments our focus can be adjusted . . . and I've done that a bunch. When I look over at Doug early in the morning, watch him from across a room, or even if I'm seething inside working up courage to apologize, I see the  wonderful guy I chose to be my life partner and am overwhelmed with joy. He  couldn’t be more perfect for me.  Every single day I’m thrilled when he walks into our home ~ and I don’t  even have to wait for him to take me into his arms! 


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