Stories Collected While Living in France
It wasn't half filled,
nor half empty.
Simply broken,
and set aside at the brocante.
As I looked at its golden trim I thought,
"When it cannot be fixed, let it go."
Later as I walked away I thought,
"If only it were so simple.
Nothing really is."
What has made you reflective these days?
What has made Franca reflective? Sweat from last weeks yoga class. Sweaty Betty was shining (sopping wet) like a mirror. You could have used her to touch up your lipstick or admire your barre de chocolat.
funny as in ironic-I have been thinking that going forward I am just going to start asking people what they want me to do straight up-the reason I am reflecting on this is ….I had a very bad day today and realize that although I listen to people and can recall details of conversations- remember touch stones-and ALL the tender bits- the sad bits- the ALL bits NO ONE EVER REMEMBERS MINE-not even people I consider good friends-err go I am reflecting on the people I place my energy in this has been nibbling at me for a while-sometimes this world hurts me-and yes I am a sensitive person-
What has made me reflective lately? Life and how very how very fragile it is. Yesterday I found out my sister-in-law has inoperable cancer. She found out several months ago apparently and now is getting heavy duty chemo. She once had a beautiful mane of hair and the energy of a line backer. Now she is bald, weak…mere skin and bones. She’s only 57. Has three children in their early 20’s. My brother loves her to bits. How fragile life is….
Family, the joys and the frustrations!
Last week, we found out my husband has a brain tumor. I have done little else but reflect. What will our life look like a day or month from now? Not sure . . . so glad I know each day I can spend a few minutes reading your blog, thanks
Took our son back to school this last weekend. He’s going to be a junior in college. As I drove the 6 hours home I kept thinking of how unbelievably fast time passes.
Prayers being sent for Christine and Debra
I was recently diagnosed with Ovarian cancer and I’ve had three out of the eighteen scheduled chemotherapy treatments.
I’ve spent many hours reflecting on my life and the lives of those I love. I hate the impact that my illness is having on them.
Thank you so very, very much.
Carol,
I am a cancer survivor (9 years) and I currently work with cancer patients. You will be in my prayers. ……………. Ana Maria
Please, Christine, Debra, and Carol, reflect now on the knowledge that Corey has brought together many strangers who are now collectively praying for the recovery of your health, and that of your loved ones. Blessings to all.
Hi Corey,
I’ve been enjoying your blog for a very long time and want to say thank you for your wonderful insights. Illness when it strikes down a loved one is in many ways like a beautiful object but now broken and yes sometimes can’t be fixed. Sadly my very strong, smart, and handsome husband suffered a devastating stroke one year ago. We celebrated his 1 year life day on August 13 th. I wonder when we celebrate his next life day if he will have accomplished his goals to walk, talk, and run again. Hugs to all who suffer from brain injuries and their families.
Every day is reflective, as we never know what it will truly bring – a life lesson learned from having lost a husband to cancer and a cancer surviving son-in-law.
Hi 24/7
Thinking of you.
C
Hi Rock Paper Scissors,
I am so sorry to read about your husband. My prayers are with yours for his steadfast recovery. Hugs tenderly sent your way xxx Corey
Oh Carol
I feel for you. I know what it is like to go through Ovarian cancer. In my gratefulness of surviving ovarian cancer I will hold you up in that light of joy and ask the same for you. Courage my friend!! Corey
Dear Debra,
I am sorry to hear about your husband. I pray you will find peace and light in this most difficult time. I pray for courage to face the path ahead of you. Many hugs, and healing prayers, Corey
Dear Christine
Life really isn’t fair. And it certainly takes turns that cause us to wonder why and how! I am so sorry to hear about your sister in law. I feel for (you) her family and her children. My prayers are with yours,
xxxx Courage and grace, Corey
Thank you, Anna Maria, for your prayers! Hearing that you are survivor of nine years gives me hope.
Thank you, dear Corey, for your prayers!
During my first week of chemotherapy I kept thinking about the bells at Notre Dame ringing out your prayers for all of and found comfort.
I will take courage in the fact that you have survived ovarian cancer all of these years. May God continue to bless you,
Again, thank you friend!
I have spent for as long as I can remember being reflective and the perspective changes each time. I connected with you years ago and still have your email to me saved. A single moment, a hesitation and life changes. Today I wish that I had done so many things differently in my life but I cannot change the past. I have finally realised that I can reflect on it but try to move forward.
You make me reflect with each of your posts. They have kept me going even when I have not commented.
Today I have reflected on missed opportunities , on loved ones lost, on my life as I wish it could be and how it is. I thank you for your writing that I seem to be drawn to at the very moment I need the courage to continue.
Angels live among us and you are one of them.
Chico Sue, thank you for giving me something so positive to reflect on. Prayer is amazing!
My 5 year old grandson. He is so beautiful and loving. I look at him and reflect on the promise of his future. Will he see it, too or will he lose his way? Our little city is filled with young adults who have chosen the easy way instead of the right way so I pray with all my being, that this little boy chooses the right way.
I have been reflecting on moving to a new job. Is it out of the frying pan into the fire for me…Or is it an opportunity for growth, for learning, for earning more, for actually being happy in my job…
Yikes!Lots of heart ache comments………all I was going to say is it is fixable that broken glass……..there is a glue here in the states that one can mend a broken glass with.Not good for drinking but very pretty for cosmetics or flowers!
Chico Sue..I’m from Chico too! I agree how amazing it is that people from around the world are supporting and caring for one another, thanks to Corey. There, but for the grace of God, go I. If only all the world could awaken to the truth here, that we are all one in this wonderful crazy world and share all joys and all pain. Strength and wisdom to all who are hurting. Namaste.
Corey,
Just thought you should know I leave a comment every day almost but a lot of the time it doesnot take……….odd?
A lot of heartfelt reflections out there.All I wanted to say is that glass can be glued!!!!Beautiful for flowers or lipsticks……….whats a few lines we all have them!!Gorgeous glass……..I would be dumpster diving to retrieve it!
The intertwinnings of people and how those change our lives in so many ways-grand and delicate. Last week I went to a multi-year reunion at my high school. Classes from the 60’s and 70’s. We grew up in a time of change, hope, and opportunity in the San Francisco Bay Area. All these years later we came together and celebrated our lives, our friendships, and also those who are no longer with us. The kinship, kindness, talent, and joy are gifts I realized I had carried with me all these years and will continue to hold close and cherish forever.
Corey, I reflect everyday on the death of my best friend, my husband of 30 years. He died unexpectedly of a heart attack in the drive way. Age 57. I wake up every morning in a panic. I have to convince myself I will be o.k. I was knocked to my knees and knew I had to get up. It took every bit of strength I had. For the first time I realized how weak our minds can get. I was near a break down. I was told by a friend “now you have your life to live”. I reflected on who I was as a girl, before marriage, kids, stress. The happy girl who loved life. I’am now that person again. We are all on our OWN journey. God gave us a reason for being here. Sometimes it takes a tragedy to figure it out. Thank you Corey, today I think of your readers as a sisterhood. Love and.prayers to all.
My daughter is getting married in 10 days. In preparation for photos that will be shown at the wedding, I had to go through photographs…boxes and boxes…Me at her age, my husband at my future son-in-law’s current age, baby photos, dance recitals, volleyball games, vacation photos. After I had the photos I needed, I just kept picking up photos,promising that the next bunch would be the last, but it was so addicting. How did I get to this age? How did she? How on earth does she think they are going to survive?
What if………the whole wide world
lived the example of Corey’s blog and
the beautiful people who comment ?!!
Thank you so much
I am so grateful . . .
Thank you.
This week I’ve been working on the Total Memory Makeover by Marilu Henner, as I find my memory for books, movies, people’s names, etc has been less then optimal. Sooo, naturally, I have been reflecting on my past. She starts with the senses. So I’ve discovered that I am a Sound person (never would have chosen that one), but now I see its so. Why did the glass break, what was it’s sound, we see how it looks, was it filled with the aroma of wine or an aperitif; how does it feel to the touch? Yes, I will remember it now.
My thoughts mingle with all here today. I wish you all light and love.
What’s making me reflective lately? I recently received an email from a likely distant cousin with roots in the Azores (we’re still trying to figure out our common ancestor). I think about how hardscrabble their lives must’ve been there, that our ancestors took the huge risk of coming all that way to California back in the 19th century.
I love coming to visit here so much & I too feel some sisterhood as Sandy shared, I live with no family on planet earth, I often think the lonliness of human’s to love and be loved in return will bury me, somehow I get thru listening to Reiki music, Kirtan, waterfalls, coming here to share and read others thoughts, your thoughts Corey, and my dream to one day visit France ~ smell and see those lavender fields, go to a brocante, sip tea, eat well, walk the narrow streets of a village, and with any luck I find my soul mate/companion, tribe one day as I walk alone on this ground ~ and then, I eat dark chocolat ~ XO merci Corey ~
With the changing of seasons, I have been getting my fall deco down from storage. There are a few of my parents things there, I can hold them close and recognize a faint lingering scent of their home. A place I will never be able to experience again, as it has been sold now. They have been gone for a few years and I miss all the good, without giving much thought for the bad. Make more great memories…I will try to as much as I can!
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