Funny how irritable I get to be awakened from a deep sleep by the telephone or some other human noise but the incessant hooting of an owl outside my window brings me such a snese of wonder and contentment.  Hmm maybe they should invent natural sounding alarm clocks….

My dream was of my grandmother’s house. Why I have this recurrent dream befuddles me especially since we moved away from our coal mining town when I was a toddler and thereafter visited each month. Being the Irish sould that I am, I give symbolic meaninng to everything, making daily living a divine a mystical experience….that is why the Winterthur woods and gardens brought me such pleasure….

I must admit that I never toured the museum mansion….I like to think that the woods and gardens gave ole Henry a reprise from himself and his compulisve furniture collecting

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No matter how I would feel, a walk along the March Bank at Winterthur always brings joy and excitement. From now through the spring, the woods are carpeted with changing colors from the white snow drops through the spectrum of colors till the squill blooms in its splendor.

I am learning too to not be engulfed by grief but to feel my sorrow, let my tears fall, and embrace the present moment. To live in the beauty life offers, walk familiar paths at Winterthur and in my heart, and to simply be at peace with my life are gifts this day.

tomorrow might be another story

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