Lyn, I so enjoy your eloquent way of writing. And so many times, I feel you are speaking directly to me--just a conversation between two old friends. I find I become melancholy when I visit old memories, both happy and sad. Happy because I got to experience those times and sad that they’re left in the past. But I am busy making more memories to look back on in my tomorrows. Cannot wait to read your next writings.
I agree with your comments about nostalgia, I often experience profound sadness when I am nostalgic over good memories. How ironic. Nostalgia can take you down a very dark rabbit hole and shift your focus from the richness on now. Nostalgia can be a temptress taking you from the present. Resist the temptation. The past, good or bad, belongs in the rear view mirror, not the road ahead.
Sounds like you've found your center and landed nicely. I'm turning 66 in a few weeks. I've officially lived longer than my mom did, which is giving me the feeling a bit untethered. No longer can I say, when my mom was this age... I've never really felt like my life had a purpose, mostly because of my dad and my ex letting me know I wasn't smart enough to contribute anythingworthwhile. That turned me into a professional people pleaser. I'd love to make my mark, leave a legacy. Something my kids could say, my mom did that. I've been enjoying your posts. Thank you for starting them up again. They feel way more relatable.
My older brother and I have outlived all the family members who oddly managed to die at age 74. That has rather spooked us but we're managing to grow with it. Enjoy your freedom now that you have it and do what you please no matter what anyone else thinks.
Thank you. Most of my relatives died in their 60s. There is a certain freedom that comes with loving longer than they did. I never thought of it that way.
The photo of you in front of your writing space is my favorite of all photos of you that I've seen. The way it looks as though you a soft breeze is blowing against your back shows the youthfulness your body still remains comfortable with.
That photo had me thinking about my mother. I thought of her as the first Women's Libber because she was herself no matter what anyone thought. Born in 1921, she maintained the Americanized freedom of the 1920s, and never let go. She owned a black stallion who would allow no one but Ma near him. She would don plaid shirts, blue jeans, and riding boots, and never rode side-saddle when she was on top of old Smoky. Yes, that's what she named him. She'd go riding with the neighbor men and swore like a sailor along with the best of them. She was free whether or not she could vote.
I suppose you mind find my Ma a strange comparison to make with you, but it's the being one's self and loving it that is the quality I see and love.
Glad you enjoyed your time with the Dior group. By the way, I'm just getting back on my feet after living almost two years in my car due to the greed of American Landlords during the pandemic. I made sure my bills were paid on time and, with the help of the Veterans Administration, I've been placed in a sweet little apartment for a price I can deal with. Once settled and able I shall be funding your work with whatever I'm able. It's so wonderful to enjoy the freedom you've thus far given me to use my voice without having to pay in advance and I am most thankful to you for that.
Thank you Lynn for your thoughtful and thought provoking writing. Sitting in the cool morning air watching the leaves turn in Victoria BC and giving myself the time to reflect and move forward.
I love the noticing of the rectangles, both on the bracelet and leading you toward your shed, and your future. The sacred shows up in the details of our lives and can give us direction if we are willing to look with a wide lens.
Hi Lyn, I find so much inspiration from your writing style and your topics of choice. I love reading your insights and wisdom. Its like having a wise and fashionable aunt to gleam new perspectives from. Thank you!
Lyn, I so enjoy your eloquent way of writing. And so many times, I feel you are speaking directly to me--just a conversation between two old friends. I find I become melancholy when I visit old memories, both happy and sad. Happy because I got to experience those times and sad that they’re left in the past. But I am busy making more memories to look back on in my tomorrows. Cannot wait to read your next writings.
I agree with your comments about nostalgia, I often experience profound sadness when I am nostalgic over good memories. How ironic. Nostalgia can take you down a very dark rabbit hole and shift your focus from the richness on now. Nostalgia can be a temptress taking you from the present. Resist the temptation. The past, good or bad, belongs in the rear view mirror, not the road ahead.
So true.
Sounds like you've found your center and landed nicely. I'm turning 66 in a few weeks. I've officially lived longer than my mom did, which is giving me the feeling a bit untethered. No longer can I say, when my mom was this age... I've never really felt like my life had a purpose, mostly because of my dad and my ex letting me know I wasn't smart enough to contribute anythingworthwhile. That turned me into a professional people pleaser. I'd love to make my mark, leave a legacy. Something my kids could say, my mom did that. I've been enjoying your posts. Thank you for starting them up again. They feel way more relatable.
My older brother and I have outlived all the family members who oddly managed to die at age 74. That has rather spooked us but we're managing to grow with it. Enjoy your freedom now that you have it and do what you please no matter what anyone else thinks.
Thank you. Most of my relatives died in their 60s. There is a certain freedom that comes with loving longer than they did. I never thought of it that way.
The photo of you in front of your writing space is my favorite of all photos of you that I've seen. The way it looks as though you a soft breeze is blowing against your back shows the youthfulness your body still remains comfortable with.
That photo had me thinking about my mother. I thought of her as the first Women's Libber because she was herself no matter what anyone thought. Born in 1921, she maintained the Americanized freedom of the 1920s, and never let go. She owned a black stallion who would allow no one but Ma near him. She would don plaid shirts, blue jeans, and riding boots, and never rode side-saddle when she was on top of old Smoky. Yes, that's what she named him. She'd go riding with the neighbor men and swore like a sailor along with the best of them. She was free whether or not she could vote.
I suppose you mind find my Ma a strange comparison to make with you, but it's the being one's self and loving it that is the quality I see and love.
Glad you enjoyed your time with the Dior group. By the way, I'm just getting back on my feet after living almost two years in my car due to the greed of American Landlords during the pandemic. I made sure my bills were paid on time and, with the help of the Veterans Administration, I've been placed in a sweet little apartment for a price I can deal with. Once settled and able I shall be funding your work with whatever I'm able. It's so wonderful to enjoy the freedom you've thus far given me to use my voice without having to pay in advance and I am most thankful to you for that.
Richard La France
Thank you Lynn for your thoughtful and thought provoking writing. Sitting in the cool morning air watching the leaves turn in Victoria BC and giving myself the time to reflect and move forward.
“ I think I stayed true to the me I have become.” Yes!
thank you again for your beautifully crafted words and photos. you continue to inspire.
Darling, you will always be an influencer. Maybe you even always were.
I love the noticing of the rectangles, both on the bracelet and leading you toward your shed, and your future. The sacred shows up in the details of our lives and can give us direction if we are willing to look with a wide lens.
Lyn, you make my day every time I get an e-mail saying there is another post from Accidental Icon. I feel inspired and this brings a smile to me.
Hi Lyn, I find so much inspiration from your writing style and your topics of choice. I love reading your insights and wisdom. Its like having a wise and fashionable aunt to gleam new perspectives from. Thank you!
Incredibly introspective and beautifully written. Thank you for sharing this.
I so enjoy your writings.
Thank you 💜
I have to learn to proofread! The second sentence of paragraph one that I just posted should not have the word 'you' before '... a soft breeze... '.