In steady measured steps we move upward,
foot hitting root and rock,
a layer of orange, red, and yellow leaves swept along too.
Markers painted on the tree truck show us the way,
but just as often our eye is drawn to another less worn path,
to another possibility, and another.
This journey calls us.
Tag Archives: Life lessons
A quiet Farewell to a dear and lovely Lady
In a family as large as ours, small gatherings are a rarity, but due to an abundance of circumstances, this farewell was a small one. Our dear Aunt Pat, Catherine Buckley McAllister, passed in mid-May, but it was yesterday we gathered in her Montreal to celebrate her long and meaningful life. I am so grateful for her love, her ability to listen, and her attention to me through different stages of my life. She was a true lady, elegant and smart, strong and steady, and I am so grateful to have had such a mentor in my corner. As I contemplate the loss of yet another mother, I am reminded of how lucky I have been to have had so many powerful women to learn from and admire, always, and this Aunt is most certainly among that list.
As we are often reminded at funerals, we, family and friends, are forever woven together, each impacting another in endless ways, from the simplest of encounters; and it is often in those quiet moments that we can feel those timeless ties. This lovely lady will always remind me of the good stuff. Like beauty. And joy. And slowing down long enough to really hear and see each other. Such a wonderful teacher, and teaching, especially in the chaos of today’s world. Rest in Peace dear Aunt Pat. We will all miss you.
3rd Anniversary
I love markers. Highway markers. Trail markers. Indicators which gauge how far we have come. Milestones worth a nod of accomplishment, a moment of recognition, and certainly a toast with bubbly. Anniversaries are markers; so this, my 3rd Anniversary as Nine Cent Girl, is certainly worth reflection and celebration!
One of my favorite rituals on a birthday is to ask those gathered to share their favorite birthday memory. The stories are as varied as those gathered. On an Anniversary I love to ask a couple how they met. Those first precious dates imprint their unique story. Writers too have worthy beginnings, for some these originate in childhood, but the early twinkling of Nine Cent Girl began during a hot summer while I was in my twenties.ย