Connecting

In an age of self checkouts, pay-at-the-pump, and instant everything, it's easy to lose a sense of community, of accountability in the day to day errands we run. How often do I leave a grocery store or gas station and reflect on the fact that it's very possible no one knew I was there? Sometimes I feel as if I live life in a cushioned bubble of my own making, interacting only with the people I know and with whom I am comfortable.

Yet today, Loretta knows I got my car washed.

Loretta is an amazing woman who in less than ten minutes time, shared her intriguing life story complete with military balls, grandma stories, the loss of her husband, and moving to a retirement home. Her positive, tender spirit left me speechless.

A divine appointment, I realized as I drove away. God knew from the beginning of time that we both needed that connecting moment to share and listen.

So, thanks God, for sending Loretta. The world seems just a little bit smaller.

Springtime woes

As I reach for another Claritin and add yet another used Kleenex to the growing mountain in my trash can, I face the embarrassing reality that I am an allergy sufferer...in May.

I know many a dubious reader will ask, "How bad can they be this late?" I have to admit, I would have been a skeptic as well, BUT NOW my grave condition is testimony to the severity of the situation.

I look at the plants I have so tenderly raised from birth and suspicions cloud my thoughts:
"Could it be you, lovely Gerber daisy?"
"Or you, my delicate day lily?"
As of yet, no evidence has surfaced to directly implicate any individual.

There must be a botanical answer to this perplexing question. Until then, I will just keep breathing...and sneezing.

beginnings

Hello! Welcome to my blog! After much deliberation and input from family and friends, I am cautiously entering the world of blogging. Despite great ideas for addresses such as sarah#%&reflections$$$!~.blogspot.com, I went for the more conservative route of sarahreflections. At the prompting of an anonymous source, I realize it is late, and I am tired. More later...