Weekly Photo Challenge: Cherry on Top

Hanging Lake
Hanging Lake

At the end of a steep, mile-long, two-hour climb over uneven rocky terrain near Glenwood Springs, Colorado, you will find spectacular Hanging Lake. It is suspended on the edge of the Glenwood Canyon cliffs. The awe-inspiring beauty of the clear turquoise lake and waterfalls are the cherry on top of a rigorous but stunning hike. My first sight of it was a “WOW” moment, for sure!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Cherry on Top

“I Don’t Know You,” she said…

old woman & shadow of lady

Not one, not two, but three times! That’s how many attempts I made to interview a sweet little hospice patient for the life journal her family wanted written about their mother. The first time we met, I introduced myself and told her I wanted to ask her some questions so I could write a story about her life. She wasn’t exactly rude when she turned away from me, but she made it pretty clear that whatever she was focused on outside her nursing home window was exceedingly more important than I was!

I reported back to her family that my visit had not been productive. They assured me they would talk to her. They would remind her this was something they really wanted her to do.

On my second visit, I again introduced myself and asked if we could talk. “But I don’t know you”, she declared, “why would I want to talk to you?”

Third time’s a charm, right? Wrong! I even asked her daughter to be there too, thinking her mother would be more apt to talk if she wasn’t alone with a stranger, but it was just not going to happen!

After the third rejection, I asked the hospice nurse who visited her each day if she would casually ask some questions about her life and report back to me. Over the next month or so, the nurse gathered stories from her and I collected information and pictures from her family. I was able to write a nice narrative about her journey through life.

Several weeks after the hospice nurse delivered the completed journal to her, I received the most delightful note:

 “Dear Hospice Volunteer,

 Thank you for writing my stories and making my book.

 I will cherish it always. I read it over and over.”  

 I was told that for weeks after she received it, she carried the journal around with her daily and showed it to anyone willing to give her a moment of their time. She expressed a desire to meet “the lady who wrote my book”.

So, I made an appointment to “meet” her. Although it was my fourth time there, she did not remember me. “I don’t know you”, she said…again! I pointed to the journal she had proudly displayed on top of her dresser. “But I know you”, I told her, “I’m the one who wrote that!” She looked at the journal, looked back at me and graced me with a smile I’ll never forget! “Oh, thank you, thank you!” she exclaimed. Her voice and posture were tired and weary, but her eyes and her smile were forever young!


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Our Journey, My Love

I’m not big into love poems! Mushy romance is not my thing! So when I set out to write a response to today’s one-word prompt “Journey, imagine my surprise when this was the result! Since it feels like a love poem, it’s for my husband; and since it feels like a love poem, don’t expect there to ever be another!

Bring me pretty flowers.

Pour me a glass of wine.

We’ll make music for hours

and write love poems that rhyme.

Take me to the ocean.

Turn the waves into art.

Brush-stroke my emotions

on the canvas of your heart.

Let’s grow old together.

Your journey will be mine.

We’ll watch as the sun begins to set

and the moon begins to shine.

These photos were all taken on anniversary cruises with my husband!