You’ve seen my numerous posts featuring Elle (Elizabeth Jewel), my granddaughter. Early Friday morning, Elle’s world shifted a bit when Katherine Juliet quietly slipped into her life. I haven’t been over to their house since I finished my babysitting weekend on Sunday; I am anxious to see how Elle is taking to her little sister.
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
Yesterday, while taking pictures at the picnic, I learned that hope comes from enjoying life, spending time with other people, giving time, sharing laughs and struggles.
Thank you to jakesprinter for another inspiring challenge. If you haven’t visited his blog, step on over; I think you’ll enjoy it.
How could I pass this one up? I was fortunate to walk on THE WALL two years ago on my solo trek to Beijing.
Before my once-in-a-lifetime visit to this testament to the determination of man, I did a lot of research and saw images of breath-taking vistas and panoramas of the wall snaking across the mountain ridges. However, that was not my wall. My wall was shrouded in mist…a mist that turned into the most awesome thunder and lightning storm I’ve ever experienced. At 3 PM, the black sky was punctuated with flashes of brilliant light that revealed torrents of rain.
An hour before the skies opened and Zeus let loose with his thunderbolts, I was lost on top of the wall. YES! I was alone and lost, standing at a Y in the wall, not recognizing a single brick or stone. To my relief, I was saved by young tourists from Northern Europe who pointed the way to the tram. Oddly enough, I was not afraid, only bemused, thinking, well, if I die, at least I’ve had this incredible adventure. I did not, however, welcome the idea of spending the night alone, huddled against the cold on the top of the wall.
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As I am putting together this post, Billy Joel’s song toys with my memory. Why not? Here, for your enjoyment, is one of my favorite artists:
We could have gone all the way to the Great Wall of China if you’d only had a little more faith in me
While wandering the streets of Shanghai, I watched this young woman on the street. Delivering something? Perhaps. Watch her. Watch the direction of her head as she glances upon the glitz in the shop window and then continues on to complete her tasks.