For the genealogically minded: The link below opens a 15 page document detailing my ancestors back to 1717. Appel Peter_Nidda Germany_1717_descendants of The document was sent to me recently by a woman I met on a Volga Germans social media page. My mother, an Appell, is a direct descendant of the people listed here. They…
The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.”
~ M. Scott Peck
Do you agree or disagree?
OK, I’ll go first:
I’m not sure. Sometimes when I am inspired, like in May when rhodies bloom, I think of Ralph Waldo Emerson, or Rilke, sources of inspiration that along with buds and blossoms, affect me deeply. In Spring, I feel more like engaging with others. At my worst, when I feel I’ve taken a hit, I hole up and avoid.
I understand what M. Scott Peck is saying. When our backs are against a wall and we see no other option, we just may abandon our comfort zone and do something we otherwise would not do.
What do you think?
With the exception of the yellow beauty, all come from our yard.
I’ve hit a brick wall. I’ve been poking around on my father’s side, curious about the Kansas line, but one ancestor has me befuddled. I decided that if I introduced her here, to you, it might clear the fog and jump start my gray matter. Grab a maple bar and settle in…this one’s a bit…
When I graduated from high school–never mind the year–I said to myself, “I’ll see my classmates real soon.” I wasn’t worried because it never dawned on me this would not be the case. It was exactly the case; it would be 40 years before I would see some of them again. When I went on…
I once asked my cousin whether she thought about her cancer on a daily basis. When I asked, she was in remission, again. Writing this, admitting I said it, makes me cringe, and my naive question fills me with embarrassment. A few years later I called her brother after he’d been diagnosed with cancer and…
finding merle 