The merry month of May set my heart on fire. From the beginning, throughout all the days, I savored springtime. Due to my great good fortune, many of my friends and I have shared “tootles.” I love to go on road trips, observing the awesome beauty of Southeast Connecticut’s shoreline and the scenery of 18th and 19th century houses amid fields and meadows, with mountains in the horizon. I relate to the old farms with their stone fences, barns and farm stands that make my heart sing.
It is thrilling to be out and about here in springtime in Stonington Village and in the surrounding towns and villages. Watching the magnolia trees bloom, the dogwood, the azalea bushes in their riot of pinks, is awe inspiring. I treasure our outings, often with a favorite restaurant in mind, a “restorative” (the root word of restaurant) that I always appreciate.
This time of year is what we New Englanders live for, and we’re abundantly grateful for the parks and nature preserves that are able to keep developers at bay. Having lived in New York City since 1959 and only having lived in Stonington full time since 2008, I feel so abundantly grateful and blessed to see the sunrise and sunsets without buildings blocking the light or the extraordinary views of nature’s magnificence.
I spent the entire month of May celebrating. Every day was the first day of spring. My spirits were soaring to a new summit. At the same time, my body was in quite a bit of pain. Mobility was difficult. No matter how happy I am at any given time, that does not mean I’m without pain. I’ve made my choice to be happy. I not only accept this reality, but I embrace each new physical challenge as it comes, continuing to do everything I’m able to as well as I can. In the process of living through pain, I’ve asked for help in all directions. I’ve let go of the way things were and am embracing the reality of the way things are as I look forward to each fresh day as a bonus gift.
As counterintuitive as it sounds, my current physical limitations heighten my gratitude for all my radiant good health I enjoyed until last year. When we age, inevitable changes happen in our body, and some cause pain. My hero, Peter, never complained. Never is a word I rarely use, but he loved life so dearly and was so happy to be alive into his 10th decade. His pain took a backseat to discomfort and was not something he dwelled on.