Thoughts - February 27, 2017

“It's a funny thing about love: you don't need to have it returned to love somebody. Loving's enough. -- A Prologue to Love”
― Taylor Caldwell.

My immediate reaction is "yeah...right....". But deep inside what I like to call my soul, I have finally gotten a glimmer of what this means. Simply loving is more than enough. And this encompasses all the types of love -- brotherly, eros, and the 'spirit' type. Our pets teach us this, as does much of nature ("how I love the bubbling brook"). Many people do, too. And the one certainty I have about the Creator (and it came with such force that I have never doubted it) -- is that we are all Loved. Regardless. - Beth Almond Ford

Thoughts - February 25, 2017

“I've about decided that's the main thing that separates happy people from the other people: the feeling that you're a practical item, with a use, like a sweater or a socket wrench.” 
― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams.

This made me smile, thinking about the practical. What am I? Probably not a very common item, alas, because I am not nearly as practical as I would like, spending way too much time with my head in the clouds. Maybe I am an umbrella - nice to have around if you can find it under the car seat or on the floor of the closet. We all like to feel useful, I think, and need to find our niches. I am not the one you want cleaning or organizing or even doing your grocery shopping, but I'm great for sitting with grandpa while you take a break, or working the election polls, or doing the children's sermon, perhaps. It is good to think about these things...and just might be a great writing topic for class! - Beth Almond Ford

Thoughts - February 24, 2017

"I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma." Eartha Kitt.

As the years roll by (and they do 'roll' these days), I am often amazed at how many things I am still learning (and not just patience and perseverance and the like...those seem to be forever lessons). For those of us of a certain age (baby boomers and up), we learn technical things all the time. Many choose to learn through such activities as the College for Older Adults at the Reynolds Homestead (where I work and teach memoir writing during those weeks of fun discovery). I love to hear someone say "Wow....I didn't know that!" I said it myself the other evening evening when I was having a chat with my friends Peter and Leenie Beenie. We were talking about Patch Adams, M.D. and his clinic in WV, which is called Gesundheit. Peter asked if I knew what that meant and I said, "Bless you?"!! No, it means Health. Duh. Wow...I didn't know that! -Beth Almond Ford

Thoughts - February 23, 2017

"The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped." - Arthur Schopenhauer, philosopher (22 Feb 1788-1860).

I've been sitting out on the front porch (wrapped in a throw, though 40+ degrees feels nice), pondering this quote. I've spent a large part of my life with the oldest of humans, starting with my grandparents moving in with us when I was 12 y.o., taking care of dad in his last years, working in nursing facilities, having many older friends, etc. And, in many ways, I am now 'there.' So, I determined I was qualified to agree or disagree whether masks are dropped or not! Most folks who are open, have always been that way. I think if we make the time to sit, listen, and ask questions (and folks in the 'closing years' now have this time), we hear and see a greater picture of the real person. It is more a willingness to delve into getting to know another than an age matter. And it is more if a person, whatever his/her age, has listened to their lives and is willing to share. What do you think? - Beth Almond Ford

Thoughts - February 22, 2017

".....all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously."
Tom Robbins.

I need this reminder every once in awhile. Granted, taking myself seriously is rather important for self-preservation, but there is that depth and balance thing. My grandmother, whose life couldn't have been easy though she had a positive attitude, taught me lessons for dealing with this very thing. She was always there for a hug and a hot homemade roll when life slammed me - and then a "little job" to do for her. The jobs took my focus outward -- taking flowers to a shut-in, reading for the blind, working in her garden, fetching something at the corner store, carrying the freshly made bread the quarter mile home for the family's supper. I know now, when I start the pity party, that I need to get out of my self-imposed wilderness - and go and find a "little job" to do. - Beth Almond Ford

Thoughts - February 17, 2017

“There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.”
― André Gide

We all seem to have some 'monsters' in our lives - phobias, certain people, insecurities. Some fears are warranted and even healthy, but this morning I'm thinking about those bugaboos that paralyze us beyond reason. At one time, I had a fear of bees. Any kind of bees. I was attacked by an entire hornet nest as a child (reaching under a pine for a 'softball' that turned out to be the nest). And from that time on, I could tell you horror stories of bees in my bed, flying in the car window, going down my blouse or up my skirt (truly). When I was in my mid-40s I decided I'd had ENOUGH!! So I went and worked in my friends' apple orchard for a few weeks as a 'cure' of my fear. There are thousands of bees around apples and the cider making process. It worked. Something that had made me a prisoner most of my life was now gone...and so have the crazy attacks. To confront a fear, I learned, is to take the sting out of it. (yes, I'm feeling punny this morning...the sun is shining, the crows are cawing, the song birds are full of music). - Beth Almond Ford

Thoughts - February 5, 2017

“It is always quietly thrilling to find yourself looking at a world you know well but have never seen from such an angle before.”
― Bill Bryson, At Home: A Short History of Private Life.

When was a time you saw your familiar surroundings from a different angle? I remember being aware of this as a child, when my dear Cousin from the big city came to visit our little town in the hills of WV. I must have been 7 or 8 years old as I proudly walked her down our Main Street, pointing out the movie theater and Dairy Queen. And the first time I brought home a 'serious' boyfriend - seeing my parents and home in a new light. Or, being ill, seeing the daytime view from my upstairs bedroom. And most dear to my heart, the first time I share our "Wilderness" (cabin and woods deep in the mountains) - seeing the small river and waterfalls through new eyes, sinking down into the thick moss as if the first time. Am I grateful or do I see things as alien? Disturbing or relief? And, yes, a tingling of thrill as if seeing it for the first time. - Beth Almond Ford