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A Girl and Her Dog

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It's Sepia Saturday again. Since my dear mother is recovering  from shoulder replacement surgery, I thought I'd feature her image this week. This is little Betty with her dog Spot. She was born in a small town in Oregon, the third of four sisters. The Depression defined her childhood, though I don't know how much she knew or understood. Her high school years were spent in the shadow of World War Two. She went to college at a time when women sought an "MRS." degree. She had a lovely singing voice and often performed  as the vocalist for weddings and funerals. I remember once when I was really little that she was on television in Indianapolis. She worked in the library at Butler University, putting Hubby through school, so to speak. She worked on and off through my childhood, when working mothers were somewhat odd and not at all normative. It wasn't a matter of personal choice as much as necessity, because her husband's ministerial salary couldn'...

A New Perspective

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Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our perpetual way of seeing things, we lose the ability to see potential, to open to surprise, to find a new way of interpreting what is. We become so comfortable with the stories we tell ourselves about our lives and the way things work and why things happen and who's to blame that we forget they're just stories. If the old ones don't fit, we can create new stories. "A View from Above" © 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian What things in your life do you need to see through new eyes? Now's the time. Happy New Year.

Disparate Pieces

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Sometimes  when we're smack dab in the middle of life, caught up  in the busyness  of living, we lose sight of  the significance of what we're doing  and how it affects the multi-hued tapestry  of our lives. "Reflections" - photograph copyright 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian Only upon thoughtful reflection does the overall pattern become clear, the disparate pieces come together. Sometimes story lines are parallel, sometimes things intersect in surprising ways, all colorful, all part of the whole, the   Bayeux tapestry of our lives.