Thursday, February 02, 2012

Carpe Momentum

Some days life seems more valuable than others. Or how shall I put it? Life with all its wealth is more fragile and therefore also more worth taking care of. Every little second counts and must be used.
Like January 31st. I was going to have my second cataract operation the next day, and honestly with my poor eye sight I knew perfectly well what was at a stake. I did not cook or wash the house. Gunnar and I went for adventures, bringing our cameras with us. I did some comfort shopping on the local buy & sell internet place. An analogue cobra telephone, just for its beauty, a metal America trunk and a collectable Norwegian made portable radio from the fifties. We went collecting the merchandise all around the town.

Meanwhile we stopped the car and had a walk along the seaside, and later to enjoy sundown at the harbour. I had three naps in between, three telephone calls to my mother and we bought Chinese takeaway for dinner.
February first went well and so did the follow up control today.
I found great comfort in Psalm 90, which in Norway is read as a part of funeral ceremonies. It should rather be a hymn to life

12 So teach us to number our days, that we may get us a heart of wisdom.

I feel grateful for these past days, but the day before yesterday in particular.


Jada's Gigi said...

Oh what a lovely photo! so right to cherish the days...the moments of our fragile lives. hugs dear sister!

John Cowart said...

Sounds as though you enjoyed a wise and wonderful day.

I'm scheduled for another eye surgery next week. I hope to use my day-before as well as you.


Leora said...

Hope all went well with your eye surgery.

The photo is splendid.

Roan said...

Beautiful photo. I think you spent your time wisely. Hope the surgery went well. Wondering about your mother's health and your daughter's school adventure in Ireland. Hope all is well.

Felisol said...

Yes, my surgeries went well, both of them.
Serina is having a wonderful time meeting with people from all over the world, and also learning that she is privileged to be a Norwegian. Even though we are not rich at all, she can study abroad because of cheap government loans and scholarships for students.
My mother is the one who is getting all our concern and who needs prayers by the numbers.
I'm reading her the promises from Isaiah,praying, telephoning and visiting. Even so, with nurses attending four times a day, life is tough towards its end.
We are learning to take one day at a time and to depend on God in everything.
Isaiah 46:4 "Even to old age I am the same, and even to hoar hairs will I carry you; I have made, and I will bear; yea, I will carry, and will deliver."

Crown of Beauty said...

What a beautiful photo, and your words, a tribute to life. Yes, life is fragile... and must be cherished and cared for, especially with the awareness that our eternal lives begin the moment we are born... not after we die!

The verse you quoted is also one of my favorites... indeed, a hymn to life is Psalm 90. If it is read at funerals, it's a bit too late to benefit from it!!

I trust you no have 20-20 vision. All my friends here who have undergone such an operation are very happy they did so.

Much love

Amrita said...

The sky looks lovely.

I wish all success for your cataract surgery.

❀~Myrna~❀ said...

The photo is very beautiful ! I am glad everything went well with your surgery. I will be praying for your mother.That is something I have been praying for wisdom& to live each day fully.