like the first flower of spring–a sign of new life…..for all of us


A new baby came into the world
Did you know?
Did the feel the shift in the universe
as those around made room in their hearts
just for him?
and soon the memory of their lives before him

will grow distant and hazy
His Mama worked so hard
laboring for hours
and days and weeks and months
and eating right
and dreaming of this new life
as a new person herself–
As Mama
His grandmother worried
it’s what parents do best
praying for wisdom and guidance
and health and love
And all those worries
floated away at 11:35 p.m.

when she first saw his precious face
and new ones took their place

it’s a part of this loving another

This new life
brings Hope
and a chance for redemption
To this weary world
Just as the first flowers of spring do after the dark, cold winter
He makes us think of new possibilities
for him and for the world
and reminds us of those we have ourselves
This new life has made a crack in the hardness in all of us
and the light is shining through
A new baby was born
Did you know?
They say this happens four times every second on this planet


Our world is filled with so many chances for joy
if only we pay attention with our eyes and ears and heart
Oh little one, bless this day that you bring your special and one of a kind love to this world
You are already changing this place for the better

for that my soul leaps with happiness and laughter bubbles up from within
Go forth in peace to love and serve the world
one day
But for now rest, little one,
and let us comfort you and guide you and love you

and hold your little hand
There’ll be time for all that other later
For now you make it better with your sweet sighs and precious eyes

and smiles that come suddenly

like a sweet gift

and lift us up
Blessed be the little ones

And the ones who love them


Do You Think They’re Afraid?

Today on one of our many adventures, the littles and I got two butterfly bushes in addition to some other fun things to plant.  The butterfly bushes were, I suppose, an attempt to make my yard a little more hospitable.  To, you know, the critters.  (I heard a friend share that she has no bees in her yard, and I got sad, okay?  And it’s not for her lack of trying, so I got worried, since this spring, gardening wise, I’ve pretty much been a slacker.) In hindsight, perhaps it was my subconscious remembering the two I gave Daddy one year for his birthday. They are such happy, busy plants.  Critters always hovering and dancing around them.

A pretty butterfly bush

A pretty butterfly bush

Daddy had planted them next to his building.  (A workshop of sorts, I suppose really, but we always called it “Daddy’s building.”)  If his truck wasn’t parked right there facing the bushes, that was my parking spot in the yard–and still is.  The butterfly bushes grew fast and were fairly low maintenance, until one cold day I pulled up and they were all cut back.  But that’s what you do–cut them back so they will grow well the next spring.  And that’s another whole discussion for some other time.

So regardless of the reason, we brought these two home to plant in the back where we had a tree that died and had to be cut down.  My little friend was out there in my ground up stump pile last week trying to dig a big hole, and I thought what better to put in there than a butterfly bush.  (I’m afraid he’s not going to get my pool dug before he moves.)  I would love to have lots of butterflies out there celebrating, sharing with all their butterfly friends that THIS is the place to be.  Last summer we were lucky that my horticultural genius of a friend shared some of her cocoons with us.  We watched them hatch and then let them go when they were ready.  It was when I looked the little butterfly that was sitting on my finger in his precious little face that I wondered:

pic of caterpillar making cocoon 2When he made his cocoon, was he afraid?

Did he wonder what was about to happen?  Did he know where he was going?  Did he know just how beautiful and free and DIFFERENT his new life was going to be?  Had anyone told him?  Did he believe them?  Was he afraid?

I’ve thought about this a lot.

Because, well, if he was afraid, I just don’t think I could bear it.

But maybe I’m not just talking about butterflies anymore.

Tomorrow I will go out and plant my new butterfly bushes.  And wonder.  And remember.  Party on, my friends, you’ve had quite the journey.  Welcome home.

American Lady butterflies taken by

American Lady butterflies taken by