Memory Highlights of My Life
The smell of rain coming across the prairie
Standing in the sun and rain in the end of a rainbow
The song of the elusive whippoorwills at dusk
Feeling the timelessness of prairie grass undulating in the wind
Listening to the frost as it forms in the early morning dark stillness
Sitting under an Oregon fir tree listening to the stillness of the snowfall
My mother never telling me I couldn’t do something because I was a girl.
Standing in the middle of a Monarch migration
The silence and crackle of walking on dry leaves in a dry creek bed in the fall
Sunrise from the bluff above Crooked River
Not having to know all the answers
Accidentally wandering into the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in live rehearsal during a 2 hour bus layover in Salt Lake City.
A magical moment of holding eternity in the palm of my hand
A Miami full moon
The hush that fell on a raucous crowd when I sang “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry”
Watching a young Italian man honor an aging American vet who had landed at Anzio. Chicago bus station
Being strong enough to cry; to kneel; to see thru the eyes of a child
Listening to the music of the universe as the wind blows thru tall fir trees
Absorbing and being absorbed by the primeval serenity of a rain forest in the Pacific Northwest
The haunting siren call of the migrating Canadian geese that wake me in the middle of the night.
Being dazzled by the brilliant flash of fall sumac as I walk up over a hill.
Looking deep into the eyes of a loved one and seeing a piece of my eternity dwelling there….
Experiencing “the peace that passeth understanding”
The sound of my voice bouncing off Abraham Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C. from the big outdoor speakers as I sang the last line of “Una Paloma Blanca – “No one can take my freedom away.”
Sitting under the almost reachable stars on a west Texas night
The angelic laugh of a sleeping baby.
Being named to the Oklahoma All-State Drama Cast in 1956 doing the role of Shaw’s “St. Joan” trial scene.
The feel of a gentle breeze on my skin.
The peace that comes over me when rocking a baby.
The wild flowers my son picked for me before he was tall enough to look down into my eyes.
Tranquility spreading over me on a catamaran gliding across
open sea with the engines dead and the sail up erasing the boundary between earth and heaven.