TREASURE THE MOMENTS - RESPOND RATHER THAN REACTING
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Listening to Noah benShea: “Energy can only be transformed, we are energy. Ride the horse in the direction it’s going. The wind in your face, is God giving you kisses. The two great days in your life are the day you were born and the day you know why you were born. Religion is kindness. Humility is not afraid to be honest.” Today is March 3, 2026 with the usual anxiety producing news.
I treasure my opportunity to spend time in my room, watching podcasts like NEXT LEVEL SOUL and learn about myself. I don’t have to sell and downsize since Sam passed eight years ago because my second daughter and her two girls have come to live where she grew up, here on Mercer Island. I get to live in my room and let them take over the house; with all their friends and remodeling.
My response is to be grateful of my situation: I awaken each morning surrounded by the painting of Mercer Island, before we knew that we would eventually live here, given to me as a my wedding present by my husband of 56 years, as well as a photo of Sam and I looking at each other in the back of the church just after we said our vows. He’s holding up the back of the gown, with the long back “obi”, as it no longer needs to trail and I’m looking back at him. We both look particularly pleased with what just happened! It was a black and white snapshot taken by my uncle before we left for the reception. Now, it’s a 20x20 colored and framed picture given to me as a commemorative gift from the Washington State Historical Society when I got the award for their LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT commemoration in 2024 at the Tacoma museum.
Sam and I both grew up as part of the poorest farm families in our community and had a budget of $15 a week for groceries when we first married in 1961. We had very little extra money, but we were always not afraid to buy books and outside my room, in the first landing of the stairs, Sam built a floor to second story ceiling book shelf.
I cherish our view of Lake Washington and of the annual blossoming of the trees, now that it’s March. Inside, our house, built in 1973, has many plants hanging from our balcony and several from when Sam and I first married. He had a green thumb and so far we’re keeping them going. Our Seattle Capitol Hill house, living there 11 years, also had a view and we watched the north floating bridge across Lake Washington being built.
We have affirmations all over our rooms and the shadowbox above my computer desk reads:
I FEEL HEALTHY!
I FEEL HAPPY!
I FEEL TERRIFIC!











