Hello, dear hearts,
How many hearts can you find in this post?
In yesterday’s blog post, I asked the question “Who’s counting?” twice.
I don’t know how people in power would answer that question, but I do know how the people I love, respect, and count on would answer it.
Who counts in the phots I took yesterday?
Who counts on love? I do.
When I search YouTube for “Who Counts”, I find this:
I count on you to watch that video and I count on you to vote.
Thanks to everybody who counts, including YOU.
Since so many people are telling me that they are avoiding the news these days, I’m hoping to provide some news you can use, here and now, including these headlines:
Is there any news you can use in these new photos?
More news you can use:
This may be more news you can use. My husband Michael and I have an old private joke, where we have this exchange:
Me: Michael! This (and I describe some thing that occurred that day) happened and guess what I did?
Michael: You cried.
We can all use gratitude, so thanks to all who help me create these daily blogs, including YOU.
Part of my comfort plan for yesterday included drinking some Yogi Tea, which had something to say about the ultimate law of life.
Do you agree that love is the ultimate law of life? If not, what is?
Might the ultimate laws of life include
Do the ultimate laws of life threaten to break down during a worldwide pandemic? If so, what can we do to preserve them?
Do you see any other ultimate laws of life in my other recent photos?
Harley ultimately loves to be on the table.
This is what I found on YouTube when I searched for “The ultimate law of life”:
One of the ultimate laws of my life is expressing gratitude, every day.
All you need is …
All I need is
All I need is my iPhone to take photos and to post this blog a few hours before my wonderful hostess Julie and I leave to drive to Hillel’s funeral in NYC.
All I need is that Connecticut Cat Nellie and a FaceTime call with Harley to help prepare me for the funeral today.
What’s all you need?
Is this music all you need?
All the love and thanks you need coming at you, here and now, from your grateful blogger.
Today it’s all about
Today it’s all about the photos I took yesterday to self soothe in the midst of loss.
Today it’s all about missing the cats and Michael but it’s also about appreciating the lovely woman from my high school who is welcoming me into her home this evening so we can drive together to Hillel’s funeral tomorrow.
Today it’s all about gratitude.
These days, it can be difficult to love what you see, despite your best intentions to do so.
Yesterday, in the midst of seeing too much
I practiced the skill of loving what I see.
Do you love what you see here?
I loved seeing that giant baby head at Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts yesterday and I also loved seeing Michael ask my son Aaron if he thought the rest of that baby was underground.
I do not love seeing or saying goodbyes ….
… but I will be saying goodbye to Boston and Michael tonight and hello to Edinburgh (which I love) tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll love what I see in Edinburgh.
Do you love what you see in this song?
I love what I see in your comments, so please leave one below.
I hope you love the gratitude you see, here and now.
This is the obituary of my mother that’s still online:
Louise (Sulkin) Koplow
Entered into rest August 12 at the age of 90 years, of Peabody, formerly of Lynn & Swampscott. Beloved wife of the late Aaron Koplow. Devoted mother of Ellen Koplow of Medford & Ann Koplow of Brighton. Cherished grandmother of Aaron David Fairbanks of Brighton. Loving sister of the late Emma Gordon, Elizabeth Rich, Esther Sulkin, Beatrice Plane, Ernest & Louis Sulkin. Dear aunt of many nieces, nephews, grand nieces, grand nephews & their families. She also leaves a large group of friends that she has known for decades. Services at Stanetsky-Hymanson Memorial Chapel, 10 Vinnin Street, SALEM/SWAMPSCOTT line on Thursday, Aug. 14 at 1:00 p.m. Interment at Cong. Ahabat Shalom Memorial Park, Danvers. Memorial week through Tuesday, August 19, daily from 2-5pm and 7-9pm at Woodbridge Assisted Living, 240 Lynnfield St, Peabody. In lieu of flowers, expressions of sympathy may be made in her memory to the American Heart Assoc., 20 Speen St., Framingham, MA 01701.
I miss my mother, who had a huge influence on me, every day. As the years go by, I have more “conversations” with her in my head. I can still hear her voice, saying my name, with a mixture of love, concern, worry, and anticipation. Here are other things I can hear her say, in her special voice:
Everything worth doing is worth doing well.
There’s a place for everything and everything in its place.
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.
I can also hear her infectious laugh and see her dancing and clapping at holidays and celebrations. She loved my father’s sense of humor but she would kick him under the table when she thought he had gone too far with a teasing joke. She was thoughtful, kind, and welcoming to all. She didn’t like surprises, but she appreciated the wedding anniversary surprise party my sister organized for our parents. My mother loved living near the ocean and she spent a lot of time in the sun on the beach.
My mother was very clean and neat and she did not want a pet in our house. However, after my first heart surgery at age 10, she let me get my heart’s desire — a kitty. She loved that cat, too, and after Tuffy died at age 13, my mother told me she saw a bird in the yard she thought was Tuffy reincarnated. Although reincarnation didn’t really fit in with the Orthodox Jewish beliefs my mother adopted after she married my father, I think that reflected how she chose to grieve — to believe that a beloved spirit still existed. Like my mother did with Tuffy, I see my mother in other beings, everywhere.
Yesterday, consciously or unconsciously, I took many photos to fit today’s post.
Here’s a favorite photo of my mother:
Here‘s a song that my father sang to my mother on another anniversary celebration:
Thanks to my mother, to all who loved her, and to you — of course! — for reading this post, today.
Who loves you, here and now?
Does the Goddess love you?
Do your friends love you?
Those photos show my friend, Deb, and her lovely garden and home (with new vinyl flooring!). If you particularly love any of those photos, please click on it to make it larger.
I particularly love this image from Deb’s home:
That says, “CALL ON GOD BUT ROW AWAY FROM THE ROCKS”
Do your pets love you?
My boyfriend Michael (who loves me), recently told me about an article he read that said dogs were not capable of love. If dogs are not capable of love, what are cats capable of?
Does chocolate love you?
Do people who sell swords love you?
Do people who post signs like these love you?
Does the ocean love you?
Who loves you? I would love it if you answered that question in a comment, below.
And, in case you didn’t know, I love you.
Thanks to all who are loved, including YOU.