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Past Musings

Past Musings

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Previously known as TransitioningMom.com

Insider’s Guide to the Injured Brain

The new workbook for brain injury survivors and their support

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A glimpse into my life

Seeing: A Tale in One Photo Joni Mitchell once warned us, "Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got till it's gone." More often than not, that is so true. Just over a year ago, my husband was told he had a rare, fast-growing type of cataract in both eyes. He knew things were off and everything seemed a bit cloudy but at the time, it wasn't bothersome enough for him to take the necessary steps to correct it. In the last 2 months, things have changed significantly and the decline in his vision has really begun to interfere with daily life. So, he now has 2 surgical appointments scheduled along with a cluster of others for follow-ups. Yesterday, we went to the eye doctor for a pre-surgical appointment where he got measured for his new eyes, OK lenses. As we both watched the requisite educational video, I had to choke back tears. The video gave me information I hadn't had and helped me better understand the challenges he has had. I'm so grateful he is both a candidate and has the coverage to get this done. More than any of his other senses, his job as a mechanic depends on his eyes. He'd be lost without his work, not to mention his ability to "tinker." In the last 6 months, he's lost the ability to enjoy a book, see vivid colors, trust he can see the street signs and lights, and so much more. Yesterday, hope returned, as the doctor explained, before it was too late. And through it all, Alfredo was there for for moral support yesterday, but he was having a hard time keeping his own eyes open. As I sat there, I looked down at the drowsy pup in his bright green vest and considered his mission and that of Guide Dogs for the Blind. For the second time during our visit, tears stung my eyes. His mission will be to change a life. Perhaps more than ever before during our time as volunteers with Guide Dogs for the Blind, I saw that clearly yesterday. #GuideDogsfortheBlind #GDB #puppyintraining #Alfredo #futureguidedog #futurehero #MaryDays #somanyhappydays

Pit Stops and Homecomings: A Tale in Five Photos We made our way home today. The drive was broken up with small stops along the way. There was no rush to end our girls'get-away. We saw some fowl traffic on the river, spotted a blue frog, wandered the quaint town of Edwards, and watched the old Georgetown Loop locomotive chug through the trees above Clear Creek. Then, we picked up our boy, our sweet, sweet boy who showed off his best side to his puppy sitters and made his mama proud. #Colorado #RockyMountains #GuideDogsfortheBlind #GDB #puppyintraining #Alfredo #LilBit #loveandrelease #theresnoplacelikehome

Watching & Waiting; Reflecting & Relaxing: A Tale in Eight Photos Tuesday's long hike was both renewing and exhausting. Our spirits benefited from the extended connection with nature and our bodies were physically spent by the time we had crawled into bed. So, we set no plans for yesterday, opting instead to allow our bodies to awaken naturally and dictate the day's pace. Still, we were both up and done with breakfast by 8. We sat out on the back deck and let the morning reveal itself to us. We watched the vultures circle the river before landing on the railroad tracks. We watched people come and go. We watched the train head west with a line of empty cars. She read, and I did some lesson planning. She knitted, and I sipped coffee. We watched the world start and felt no hurry to engage. When we were both ready, we took a stroll along the walking path that followed the river. We waited for the right place to set a spell. We followed our hearts more than our minds. Waiting served us well. There was a small stretch of fast-moving water that invited us to sit. We talked about the fears we are each feeling as we both launch into new chapters.The waters feel uncertain and turbulent. There's a desire to resist and fight. If you've ever river rafted, you've been given the directive to roll over onto your back and relax should you be bounced out of the raft and into the rough waters. Seems like a pretty good life instruction, too. Rough waters, though scary, are best navigated when we reflect and relax rather than resist. So, with that, we left the rough waters and headed for the healing hot springs on the opposite banks of the Colorado River. There, we watched. We waited. We reflected. And, most of all we relaxed until long after the sun set. #mother #daughter #motherhood #GlenwoodSprings #Colorado #IronMountainHotSprings #newbeginnings #MaryDays #somanyhappydays

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