Suzanne’s Personal Quote and Blog for 10/6/2022
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I think of the ancestors who cut and carried the wood.
Into the house to make something good.
To warm the hearts of those inside.
To cook the food for all to thrive.
The effort it took to milk the cow.
The time it took to harness the plow.
The connection that they had to the animals and the land.
The concern and care they took for those old that could not stand.
We live now in a world where we forget to deeply care.
We live in a world sterile and less aware.
We have a level of safety that our ancestors did not have.
But perhaps the way they lived was not all bad.
They knew where their milk came from each day.
They appreciated the flavors that took so much effort to make.
They remembered to thank God for what he had brought.
And they remembered to appreciate those who had fought.
When we forget from where we have come.
And forget to listen to our heart as it beats like a drum.
We lose a part of the whole … to which we belong.
And we lose the appreciation of thoughts made into song.
~Suzanne Wagner~
Blog
I am settling back into the routines of my home.
I am drying peppers so that in the winter the soups have warmth and a depth of flavor.
The vet told me that my 14-year-old cat who has a hyperthyroid condition needs to double her medication.
I see that while she is still very strong and vital … that the years are ticking by.
I am grateful to this land that seems to offer so much peace and quiet.
I speak to my 86-year-old mother and understand how hard it is for the elderly in this world.
The elderly are more alone than ever (because of Covid), and it is taking its toll on their mental wellbeing.
While I go to visit as often as I can, it is a long drive of 16 hours to get to her or a series of flights with driving long hours just for me to get to the airports.
This is the cost of living in such a remote place. But one that is well worth it in the overall patterns of things.
We make choices that direct our path in life. We think we are in control. But at this age, I see that such a belief is mostly an illusion to comfort the mind.
At this point, I get comfort in knowing that something greater than my own awareness is guiding me through to an inevitable end point. Each of us will get there at some point. I wish for a peaceful acceptance of the temporariness of life.
How many times … have we all lived and died?
How many moments … were we asked to leave behind?
How many memories have faded in the dimming light?
How many connections did we reach out for in delight?
Tomorrow we will meet in another place.
One without the human conditions and a place with more grace.
We will meet beyond the ego’s games and old fears.
We will meet in the place that has no years.
And in that gathering we will celebrate those human bonds.
Remembering the beautiful light on the evening ponds.
And realize that the things that we believed mattered the most.
Were just markers to direct us … like a signpost.
And that life was always a magnificent dream.
But the real existence is when we become one with the supreme.
~Suzanne Wagner~