August’s New Moon + Solar Eclipse

I do dabble in astrology pretty much every day. Today’s new moon reminded me of what I am grateful for. I remember sitting at the dinner table with my family as a kid. Before we would start to eat there were no prayers in the later years. Maybe that was because my folks had three teens that they were dealing with? Who knows! What we did do a lot was start out by saying what we were grateful for and/or what we learned that day. I don’t know if people do this kind of stuff anymore… but they should! Why leave it for just new moons?

I have never been a rich person. My family and I have worked hard for everything that we have done in this world, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. To be humble is what helps to build character. I like seeing all walks of life in all different situations because it’s what keeps this world interesting. I believe Rick Steves said something about getting out side, and being with the people while traveling Europe. He goes on to talk about how if you are in fancy room with fancy cars that will take you everywhere, then how exactly do you see the world? You get a different view. You miss out on things. Cracks, imperfections, eccentrics, type A personalities, laissez faire personalities, people who are down right crazy, people who are just normal Joe Schmoes, people with FLAIR, these are the people that make the world go round. Why miss out on that?

This is I guess what I am grateful for. All the different people, and being able to notice and appreciate it while being right in the thick of it.

What are you grateful for?

 

-K.K. Powell

She who has no nameĀ 

Wife, 1920. 


Reminds me of a doctor I used to work with in a teaching hospital. A resident would put their hand on the patients bed. He would snap at the resident to stand back. If he had a ruler he would have likely snapped it upon the residents wrist. Years later I saw this doctor with his wife outside of the hospital at the airport. Naturally I said hello. His wife smiled sweetly. I extended my hand, she accepted. He said smugly, “This is wife.” 

Was he rude? Was he on the spectrum of autism? Was he socially awkward? Who knows? I was not fulfilled with this answer. I said, my name is Keri… I’m sorry I didn’t quite get your name? She replied… but now the name is lost in my memory. 
This is wife.