Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: Anticipation


Sun streams
Through windows
Of my heart
Warm and open
Welcoming and

What will today bring
Of joy and beauty
And will my heart
Welcome it
With open arms
Chilled to the bone

My desk is cluttered
With possibilities
Waiting patiently
To take root and grow
Peripheral flowers
Of the field
Bits and pieces of heart
Given away
Despite the anguish
Of saying goodbye

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 15 January 2019
Photo found at, taken at Spring 2014 Flower Show in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Packing the easy way

Dear Friends,

No, I haven’t disappeared from the universe. I’m just deep into packing for a trip to visit our daughter and her husband. Sherry took the photo above. The magnolia came from a tree in their yard.

Here’s my old normal way of getting ready for a trip:

  • Update my trip checklist so I don’t get all frazzled
  • Start panicking about getting everything done before we leave
  • Keep doing whatever I normally do
  • Reassure myself that the checklist is really half the work
  • Stay up most of the night before the trip — frazzled
  • Sleep several hours and then get up in panic mode
  • Stuff the last thing in at the last moment
  • Holler for D to sit on the suitcase and help get it closed
  • Leave the house frantic about what I might have forgotten to do or pack

No, I am not one of those frequent travelers who always has a small, compact carry-on and a plan for minimal packing. There are reasons, of course, for my lack of this gift, but I won’t bore you with the details.

So my new normal (assuming I have other opportunities for travel) kicked in the day after my birthday. So far, so good, even though it’s taking a lot of discipline to stay away from my computer and you!

The upside is that I’m not yet freaking out, and might even make it to the front door with time to spare.

I’m taking my laptop (of course!), and won’t make any promises about posting while we’re away. However, photos might be fun to put up. So we’ll see what happens.

Thanksgiving was bitter-sweet for us. We had dinner with our son, daughter-in-law, granddaughters and grandson. Plus their two big dogs and two small cats. They’re planning to move in the coming year. Not sure when, but it was our last Thanksgiving dinner in the old house they moved into shortly after the girls were born.

Thank you for your many good wishes and notes about my birthday. We had a quiet day at home. Neither of us is what you’d call a party animal. Instead, we love quiet days at home, which this time included playing the piano and going for a walk. Plus reading pertinent and impertinent birthday cards. Actually, more than one of them gave me happy tears.


© Elouise Renich Fraser, 27 November 2018
Photo taken by Sherry Fraser Seckington, June 2015

On the far edge of Spring

We hung the sunshade yesterday
golden and bold above the back porch.

Songbirds sent territorial calls soaring heavenward
hoping the fiery sun would come out to play.

This morning the trees danced swaying in midair —
branches thick with buds aching to parade their colors
before our spring-starved eyes.

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 26 February 2018
Photo found at

rippling waters

rippling waters
lit by setting sun
carry me home


I can’t decide whether I’m drifting toward or away from the shore. No matter. The light reminds me I’m not alone and that my final destination will be as mysterious as this shining city.

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 22 May 2017
Photo found at pixabay, Norway Sunset
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Adrift

Waiting for God

My soul-mind-body health barometer is a nasty piece of business. Totally independent of my plans and wishes, it does its duty whether I like it or not. It won’t be bribed or bought off with promises to do better tomorrow.

And then there are those pesky paydays. Days when what I wish were true about me has to face harsh reality. Inconvenient reminders of how I’m progressing in soul, mind and body. Or not.

I seem to have arrived on this earth with a predisposition to try harder, more often, more consistently, in better form, with a better attitude. Never give up. Just keep practicing. Little by little today; giant leaps tomorrow. Yes, you can reach the sky. Just pick yourself up and try again!

This morning, however, my soul-mind-body wants something different. The kind of difference Simone Weil writes about in Waiting for God.

There are those people who try to elevate their souls
like someone who continually jumps from a standing position
in the hope that forcing oneself to jump all day—and higher every day—
they would no longer fall back down,
but rise to heaven.
Thus occupied, they no longer look to heaven.

We cannot even take one step toward heaven.
The vertical direction is forbidden to us.
But if we look to heaven long-term, God descends and lifts us up.

God lifts us up easily.
As Aeschylus says, ‘That which is divine is without effort.’
There is an ease in salvation more difficult for us than all efforts.

In one of Grimm’s accounts,
there is a competition of strength between a giant and a little tailor.
The giant throws a stone so high
that it takes a very long time before falling back down.
The little tailor throws a bird that never comes back down.
That which does not have wings always comes back down in the end. 
― Simone Weil, Waiting for God

And so I’m challenged today to wait for God. To give up jumping through hoops and trying harder, hoping for something better. I anticipate God’s descent to lift me up, and kindle quiet thanksgiving in my heart.

We cannot take a step toward the heavens. God crosses the universe and comes to us.
― Simone Weil, Waiting for God

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 23 November 2016
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Anticipation

Transformational Stew


Simple Beginnings Transformed:

  • butternut squash, chickpeas, red lentils, onion, carrots, broth, cumin, saffron, ginger, tomato paste plus lime juice, nuts or nut butter, salt/pepper.

Six to Eight Transformational Hours in the slow cooker:

  • low heat, eventual sweating, steaming, slight bubbling, melting squash and lentils, softening beans, carrots and onions, merging concentrated flavors. Simple, Nutritious, Delicious! Transformational food for my transformed body and mood.

Transformed Body and Mood? Absolutely! Consider the following evidence.

When I finished getting this process started in the kitchen, Transformation followed!

  • I’m already anticipating what will be ready for supper.
  • Congratulating myself that it’s actually in the crock pot.
  • Keeping my nose tuned for aromas that will permeate the house like incense.
  • To say nothing of relishing the Transformational Thought that I won’t need to cook anything like this for several days.

And that’s not all. Even before the stew, I woke up this morning thinking Transformative Thoughts about my life. Little things like scheduling tea with a neighbor I met while out on one of my daily walks; giving a few of my children’s books to the young twins who live next door; praying short, simple, silent prayers for people I see and think about each day, including myself—instead of fretting about getting my prayers ‘right.’

If you’re interested in the recipe for this Transformative Slow Cooker Stew, you’ll find it right here. Or better yet, why not get out your stew pot and start your own favorite Transformational Stew?

This impromptu Transformational Post comes with great thanks to WordPress Daily Post for today’s word: transformation.

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 25 October 2016
Photo of stew from Eating Well Recipes


triumphs and trophies

Smudge Bowl

triumphs and trophies

artfully spaced on his plate–

Smudge the Conqueror!

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