Sharing with you things that are on my mind...Maybe yours too. Come back to Wrights Lane for a visit anytime! And, by all means, let's hear from you by leaving a comment at the end of any post. THE MOTIVATION: I firmly believe that if I have felt, experienced or questioned something in life, then surely others must have too. That's what this blog is all about -- hopefully relating in some meaningful way -- sharing, if you will, on subjects of an inspirational and human interest nature. Nostalgia will frequently find its way into some of the items...And lots of food for thought. A work in progress, to be sure.

28 May, 2010

JUST CATCHING UP...

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I'm feeling kind of tired these days...Not enough hours in the day for one thing, and not enough energy in the old body for another.  Finishing jobs and chores seems to be a challenge.  Initiating jobs and chores is another story.  Out of necessity, emphasis has been on health issues and trips to hospital to facilitate follow-up procedures for Rosanne as she continues to show steady improvement.  

Trips to the hospital are always exhausting and sobering experiences for me.  Seeing folks who are worse off than you -- the suffering and apprehension, the not knowing, the what used to be -- are at times personally overwhelming.  Quite honestly, it takes a few days for me to recover both physically and emotionally after each visit.  Heaven help me if ever I should be a patient on the treatment end of things. 

HERE'S SOMETHING I CAME ACROSS THE OTHER DAY.

What is the definition of love? For sure, it's a relative question, with a different meaning to each of us.


For some, the perception of love has been shaped by divorce, death, and other loss. An appetite created from the void of the aforementioned. For others, it's about birth, marriage, friendship. For many, it's affected by all of the above.

But children, in their innocence, define it differently. They use their simple words to convey a complicated emotion.

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of four to eight-year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. 

-- "When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca - age 8

-- "When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4

-- "Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5

-- "Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4

Don't you just love it?

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