Conversations are always lively in my family, with many points of view. My father taught American history, after he served in World War II, and here it is the Fourth of July. It is still cool here, although I’m beginning to see July wildflowers along the roads.
loved for years
and now I know your name
I attended the same high school where my father taught, and where my older brother and sister had also attended. I am the youngest in the family. Sometimes I think it was good for me that I was in Illinois for many years, before returning to Wisconsin. I was close enough to be home often, and far enough away to grow an independent life. My mother said I always said, “By self,” when I was growing up, when others tried to help me. Maybe the youngest has to be that way?!
There are people here who are members of families that have been here for generations, going back a long long time. That must be really wonderful as well. We bought our home in 1991, and I still feel like a new person sometimes, which I truly understand and accept. Takes time anywhere. Home is so many things. We perhaps don’t realize how many things we have fine-tuned about our lives, until there is a big change. Took me awhile to get my hair-cut the way I wished in a new place!
Many young people follow this blog, and with all I post here, my biggest hope is that something offers encouragement and hope. I find being older much easier than being younger. I can truly say that much good can grow from the hardest places. As the saying goes, if one door closes, another opens. The chronic illness I had when young caused major changes, yet it was my best teacher of all. I don’t have the list of credits or resume I might have had, but I realize so clearly that the poems you all like the best were born during those years. The feedback we receive is powerful. I may be doubting myself once again, and then one of you says just the right thing – perhaps as a comment, a post on your blog, in various art forms. And I end the day well.
We do our best work and then have to trust – we can’t know all the ways we bless!
Mercy, grace, and unconditional love. Service. That’s what my parents gave to me. We shall meet again.
Thanks and blessings, Ellen
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