Not long ago, I was reminded of an old story of two friends who exchanged the same Christmas card for over 40 years. Over the years they added new comments, but the card itself, weathered and worn, went first to one friend and then to the other, over and over again. In time, the card became much more than a card. It measured the passage of time; the good, the bad, the joys and sorrows of life, but it had
Many of us complain about feeling stuck in life. But sitting in one spot and continuously complaining about all that’s wrong isn’t going to get you anywhere.
In the older part of our town, there are several streets with very wide medians, perhaps 250 feet wide, and then on either side of the roads that run along the median are lovely Victorian homes of the 1870s and 1880s. The medians have been beautifully planted, and over the years, the mature trees have given beauty, character, and depth to the neighborhood. Between the stately pines, sycamores, beech, and maple trees is a well-worn footpath used by walkers, dog