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I want to remember this when my world is silent, dark and ghostly white. The seasons will change and life will move forward so it is time to grasp this moment.

A thick, wilted day of summer heat and humidity. Cooling devices struggle with the moisture in the air, insects lazily finish their mating. Alice and I walked through a cloud of massive dragon flies on our morning promenade. Just stepping under the garage door as it rose into the thick air at 8am reminded me that it could have been a wall of ice and crackling frigid breath that met me.


I’ve taken “shabby chic” to a whole new level; casually discarded layers of clothing and living with rumpled sheets has replaced five layers at all times and thick down comforters. It’s back to Alice and me against the world, or at the very least the impolite drivers of our road when we walk in the morning. They know no season; so there is at least one constant.

Don’t like the weather? Don’t like what is going on at this exact moment in life? Give it a moment.

Two years ago I was marveling at my lack of emotional and financial meltdown after 9 months of unemployment. You can read about it here if you are so kind, but in summary:
Life is allowing me to reinvent. When I find myself completely frustrated and scared with the schedule of this discovery, I have to remember there is no timeframe. There is no dress rehearsal, no do-over before you do it.

Huh, no do-overs? So far this muddling forward seems to work. Therapy for those Misadventures we all face. For some it is meditation in the morning; perhaps some yoga to stretch and come into the physical world. Mine is just to look back every once in a while and review the road I have traveled.

It has been a week of throw-back scenes to lives lived. Doppelganger’s visit ended with NH Chronicle airing from Twin Lake Villa in New London, New Hampshire. If you know anything about my past, you are aware of a Therapeutic Misadventure that occurred there and lead to where I am today. This was the ancestral home of Roger Kidder, my first husband and my partner is the first chapter of my adult life. (Along with Doppelgänger who had the pleasure of knowing me as Martha Walsh.) The images on the show of a home we set out from and dreamed of returning to one day, dug deeper than I expected.


Sitting here as the light fades, the crickets chirp and the lilies scent the air, I scratch a bug bite and swat at a passing mosquito. Who am I kidding? I would give my right butt cheek for this kind of warmth in March!! See that light at the end of the tunnel?



N.B.These are just my recollections. If you are reading this it might be because you have a few? Write it down, please! For you, for me, for whoever, so you can look back and draw strength from how far you have come.

(or you can just hang with me and I will capture some of it for you…)

13 comments on “About that light at the end of the tunnel …

  1. milamtracy says:

    Thanks for reminding me about there being no time frame…hope you are well!

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    1. Thank you milamtracy. I am remarkably well and resilient but perhaps age is partly the cause of that!!


  2. Rina Macasaet says:

    Beautiful! Resilience….

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    1. Thank you! We all have it, finding it is the tough part!

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  3. After our dog saunter (too hot to do much more) I feel just like those flowers. Feeling a bit restless with the 100 degree heat, sun’s blazing glare, smoke from wetlands burn, Sahara Dust, and being stuck inside. Ready for fall and that different angle of the sun. Something is waiting to stretch and reach out. Ready. (not many do-overs – only now, better grab and do?)
    Sometimes you have to float. Waiting is difficult


  4. Nolsie says:

    Thank you Martha. My daughter is turning 21 shortly and her birth was very difficult and I only wrote about this week (waiting 21 years) partly because it was difficult to relive it but also because it was important to talk about how far she has come and how much richer we all are for having her in the world. It was also the first time she had been told the full story. I wrote notes about it at the time and it was nice to sift back through it all and reflect on it. Thanks for your story, it brings it into perspective. And by the way, it is still freezing here!


  5. No do-overs – and it’s flip-side, everything changes. Lovely life lesson.

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    1. Thanks Susan. It is a hard lesson to learn but once incorporated life is so much easier.

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  6. cheryl622014 says:

    Re-visiting Guyana after 27 years to return mother-in-law’s ashes, two marriages and three deaths – all most peculiar but enlightening…going with the flow

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    1. I’m with you Cheryl. Fighting the flow is useless most of the time!


  7. Marie Keates says:

    They say never look back, never look forward just live in the moment. Looking back is good sometimes though I think.

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    1. Looking back always provides me with perspective on where I am at today!

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