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Coasting into the Valley – The Ebbs and Flows to a New Year

Days rarely go as planned (unless I am on vacation with a very strictly planned schedule laid out for me).  Regular days shift often.  Children get sick, snow comes, hours pass too quickly to accomplish what was on the “to do” list, a neighbor stops over, the computer you are using gives you grief and you have to solve a problem before moving forward again.  Everyone can fill in their own blanks.

There is an ebb and flow to days as there is with life.  The unpredictable nature can be a friend though depending on how you view it.  The sick child makes you pause and refocus your attention on what really matters.  The “not enough time in the day” scenario is a reminder of the blessing of time in general and that we need to make the most of it.  I also count my blessings when I realize the days fly by because I am busy, I am happy with my work days, I love what I do.  If the days dragged on, there would be an issue with my career.

The downs in a day are usually followed quickly enough by an up.  A hill eventually peaks and the hard work of getting there turns into a coast downhill where you can enjoy the ride.  When the bad comes, it reinforces the good when it comes too.  How else would we appreciate the sun if it never rained?

So in this new year, know that days will not go as planned.  Things will happen that we don’t see coming.  And while some of them may knock us down to our knees, taking us awhile to recover from the blow, call on gratitude to help get you through the tough times.  Gratitude will take you far, helping build your resilience, which is ultimately what is needed to get over the hill and coasting back down into the green, calm valley.

By BorisFromStockdale at the English language Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0,


Reflecting on the Opposite Sides of a Coin Philosophy

When I pulled up that Friday evening, I had the same overwhelming feeling that came over me the year before.  There was peace and sadness at the same time.  I looked around and felt gratitude for all the people and noticed how many women were there alone, also dropping off their children for grief camp.  And thus sorrow came along with the gratitude.  It was sunny upon retrieving my child that last day and then the mist and the drizzle came. The memorial service the kids put on for parents no longer with them that last afternoon was sweet and full of laughter at times, and at other moments, tear-provoking. 

And so was the weekend of opposites.  Two emotions and two feelings, opposite of each other and yet occurring at the same time.

And this happens, often really, if I think about it on a deep level.  I can feel loneliness and at the same time, contentment and peace.  I can feel happiness and sorrow together.  I can feel deep pain and hurt along with laughter and joy.  Often these two sides, just like those on a coin, can be turned and looked at from different perspectives.  I can hold one side and one emotion for as little or as long as I would like before I flip the coin and see the other side.  Sometimes I may choose to sit with the uncomfortable side for a while.  It reminds me of sadness or hard times but this is powerful and helpful to me.  I can recall those feelings of genuine anguish and appreciate them for the lessons they taught me.  I can feel that pain and connect with others who are hurting.  I can touch that feeling and appreciate how it carved me into the person I now am. 


And when the time is right, I can flip that coin and consider the other perspective.  I can appreciate the joy that I have at a deeper level.  I can use the peace I feel to help my children.  I can love more fully and deeply as a result of all these opposites that have come to live and settle in me.

And I hope that these threads, due to tragedy, that are now weaving in and out of my core, find their way to binding me with others.  These threads leave my essence and move through my two children in different ways.  Sometimes I have no idea that my actions or words are touching them in any tangible way, but then months later something is said by one of them and it touches me greatly.  We are firmly connected not only by the parent-child bond, but also by that bond that comes from tragedy.  Sometimes unspeakable, especially with young children who may not be able to fully articulate their feelings, but the bond is there and it grows stronger all the time. 

And bonds can form and grow too with others as well.  As long as we embrace the duality of the coin and sit with the negative feelings as well as welcome the positive feelings.  Both of these sets of feelings have something to teach us and both help make us into better humans as a result.  So instead of trying to flip your coin too quickly to the side that pleases you, consider looking at the uncomfortable side.  Consider the message, the lessons, and appreciate how these unpleasant feelings can connect you to others and help you grow along your journey.


Words and Remembering Can Be Wonderful Gifts

An old friend, a new friend, a friend across the miles I have never personally met, my mom, and a neighbor.  All these different parts came together this morning – all remembering.  All making me aware that there are people who surround us who support, who love, who honor.  Today is the day Jim died three years ago.  In some ways, it feels like a few months ago and in other ways, of course, so much has changed.  All I have to do to remember that one is look at how much our two children have grown and changed over the past several years.  But to think that people, some of whom I know only distantly, would remember this day and would think to honor Jim by remembering him – well that frankly is such a surprising blessing. 

Last night I was watching a television show that related to my winding and wondering thoughts on this anniversary day.  The show had a scene in it where a teenager died while texting and driving.  The grieving parents were sitting with the main character of the show and a pastor.  They were both recalling the need to try to make something beautiful out of things that don’t make sense, that are horrible and sad.  As so today, I realize the beautiful that comes from Jim in the children we had together – Jim’s son is a sweet, pensive, and athletic boy (just like his daddy); Jim’s daughter is a spitfire who likes to charm a room and knows what she wants (just like her daddy).  I also realize the beautiful that comes from Jim’s far to early departure from this world – that love is still here and friends and family will always be touched by Jim and I by their love back. 

The “why” Jim left so soon and “how” he could have been taken from his kids too early in life cannot be explained now, but for now I remember Jim and his kindness, his smile and laughter, his generosity, his perseverance, his perfectionism, and his love for his family and friends.  And I can find peace knowing he is hanging out with the coolest person who has ever lived on this planet (as the kids and I say) – Jesus. 



The Ring and the New Year

I guess the new year always brings in the good and the sad.  The reflection of what is not great compared to the wonderful.  This was reflected in my day both physically and mentally.  As my kids are back in school after the break and I am getting ready to head back to work, I am trying to finish some tasks and tend to matters that I have decided are important now. 

The day started off misty and rainy damp.  The sky was gray, but then gave way to the sun and the temperature rose.  For January, it was a perfectly lovely day.  I had to put on my sunglasses and take off my coat.  As I was driving to the jewelers, I noticed road signs that stated de-icing efforts were underway and, sure enough, minutes later I saw a truck putting salt on the roads.  This struck me as so odd.  The temperature was in the 60s and yet we were preparing for snow several days later. 

In North Carolina, even if it does snow, it will be sunny and warm within hours to days and the snow or ice will melt and the temperatures will again rise into the 50s.  A downward blip to make you rest and reflect followed by an upward surge of sunshine and activity.  And so is life…..

Once I made it to the jewelry store, I rang the doorbell and was buzzed inside.  It was as if I was stepping into the past.  I hadn’t been to this store in years and the memories flooded.  I pictured my late husband returning to this store week after week before he proposed to find a flawless, perfect diamond.  I recalled the stories of the people there trying to convince him the ring he was considering was perhaps not the best choice since it wasn’t a typical engagement ring (it was the perfect choice for me – Jim was right).  I looked around at the style of the store, the fanciness of the décor, the dress of the people who worked there and it was so my late husband.  It made me smile, and, of course, it made me sad at the same time.

After Jim died, I continued to wear my engagement ring on my left hand for a long time.  Then I decided to not wear it for an even longer time.  Recently I have decided I want to wear it again, but this time on my right hand instead (and thus the need to get it resized at the fancy jewelry store).  I am excited to get my ring back and to wear it again.  Jim did an excellent job selecting a ring he knew I would love and it will always remind me of him.  Wearing it again will be lovely.  The gloom of the past many years is trying to give way to a sunshine upsurge. 

As my life continues to change and morph into the new normal it is, I know I will continue to have periods of misty, damp times.  The new year reminds us of this.  The new year always brings this chasm – excitement for what is ahead, the possibilities and also the tension that comes from expectations not being met or conditions not being what you want them to be at the moment.  Patience is definitely needed as I wait for the sunshine to penetrate through the mist.  This past year has been sad and frustrating at times but also very wonderful in so many ways.  The promise of the future and the new year is great however and I know my sunshine is on the horizon.  


Your Secret Super Power a Few Years Down the Road

I wrote a piece several years ago for a wonderful website called “Inspire Me Today”.  I wrote it while my now deceased husband was still alive and we were fighting for his life.  It is being reposted today and I hope you will revisit it by clicking here

As I reread the piece it made me reflect on how much as happened since I wrote it and how my view of the world has sharpened over time.  Even though Jim did not survive, our collective belief in ourselves, our family, our strength, and our knowledge that Jim would be healed in some way has not changed.  Our resilience got both Jim and I through some incredibly hard times.  Jim had chronic neurological Lyme disease that expressed itself with overlapping ALS-symptoms.  It got to the point that Jim could no longer walk, move, talk or breathe on his own.  Yet through these years Jim managed to touch people, to smile when friends showed up, to be present for our children.  His will was incredible and he survived longer than many physicians thought he would because of his belief in himself.  I juggled a job and raising children, managed to keep our family functioning as a family, and spearheaded Jim’s care because of my belief in self, lifted up with God’s help, and supported by many loving family and friends.

During the end of Jim’s life a friend said something profound to me that helped me realize that regardless of whether Jim would be healed while on Earth, it was guaranteed he would be healed after death.  In heaven, Jim is healthy again.  Our belief in self and our belief and faith in God supports that inner resilience and can make reality happen here or after in heaven.  My super power is still found within – it has taken a beating, but the joy I can feel for life and my children has been highlighted more brightly because of the pain of what we went through.  Not in spite of, but because of….. the secret super power is still present in full force – helping me carve a new path of my own choosing.





Is Skiing akin to Life?

It was one of my late husband’s favorite activities. The exhilaration of moving with ease quickly down a mountain, the challenge of a steep section of terrain, the beauty and peace of nature and the rush of crisp air.  He wanted to share this experience with his children.  He wanted to teach them to ski.  He wanted to laugh at their successes and celebrate their improvements over the years.  But it was not meant to be.  Jim died before the kids were old enough to start their training.

So I have taken up the cause, knowing this was one of a handful of “musts” in Jim’s mind. The kids participated in two days of ski school (or in my son’s case – snowboarding school) and on the third day we went out together.  At the beginning of the trip, things started off questionable – my daughter’s boots were too tight and she wailed and flung her body on the ground; my son had a fall that knocked the wind out of him and scared him such that I wasn’t sure he would get back on the slopes.  But then it all clicked.  After a brief rough start on day three, we were all moving well down the slopes.  I stayed behind the kids watching.  My maternal instincts of “you are going too fast” and “you are getting too close to the edge” had to be kept in check.  I held my tongue and hoped for the best, trusting that everything would be fine.

My worry turned to pride. My doubts turned to confidence.  In the end, all was well.

And then it occurred to me that this ski trip was a metaphor of our life as a family. Shaky starts.  Doubts.  Periods of scary times.  The need to trust.  In the end, with some practice, we are getting it “right” just as with skiing – we are finding confidence, joy, and peace.  Skiing does teach life lessons and is a reminder to look inward as well as outwards – believe in yourself, work hard to accomplish something meaningful, but at the same time, look outward – appreciate nature, look to others for help, and trust in something bigger than yourself.

Needless to say, we are already planning next year’s adventure.


New Book Giveaway

Hi Everyone,

Just a quick note to let you know that today is the last day of my book giveaway on goodreads.  I’m excited for you to read the new book as it has some neat contributions – my 9 year old son wrote some insights, my 7 year old daughter illustrated the book, and a friend’s eulogy to Jim is included in the book.  It is entitled When Miracles Aren’t Enough: The Lessons Tragedy Taught Me.  It has been well received and I’m excited to be giving away 20 books.  Please share the link as well with your friends.  Thanks so much!  Erica

Here is the link to enter the giveaway (again make sure you do it by the end of today – Friday March 4th):


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