Words can be such a comfort and a blessing. They can change a day by being the pivotal moment, bringing light in the darkness, joy in the midst of sorrow, laughter in remembering. Today a dear friend sent me a picture of her daily calendar. No message, just the photo. The January 15 entry: The… Continue reading A Grateful Heart
Tag: Happy Birthday
apricity
she is comfort the sound of rain on the faded tin roof the hum of the needle making stitch after stitch the first ice cream of summer, dripping down the cone the smell of tea olive blossoming beneath the starlit sky the sound of her voice on the other end of the line reassures me… Continue reading apricity
The “M” Birthday
When Aub turned 3, I planned, with the help of my Joyful friend, a party with the theme of "Pink Pigs, Puppets, and Pizza." (I do love alliteration!) It was a lot of fun, as all of the parties were back then, and I even had her third birthday picture made in her favorite pink… Continue reading The “M” Birthday
Catching Sight of Him
Cooter is enjoying his drama program. Each week he heads through that door and doesn't look back. Well not much anyway. When he is on stage delivering his lines (yes, he's already memorized them! what a relief), he will glance over and smile with this "nailed it, did you see that?" look on his face.… Continue reading Catching Sight of Him
holding my hand
if we are all, as the writer Ram Dass says, walking each other home then I am so thankful that you are here to listen when I laugh and when I cry to take in my stories and keep them safe and when I lose my way, it is you, always you, who gently takes… Continue reading holding my hand
Always Heading East
Tonight after the pizza supper that Cooter requested special for his 9th birthday (I can't even with this whole 9 year old thing y'all, so that is why we are NOT talking about it right now), we were headed home. The sun was setting, and as we do from everywhere we are at any and… Continue reading Always Heading East
Happy Birthday and Being Held Close
A few years back my friend told me about how, in the Celtic culture, the Holy Spirit is symbolized by the wild goose. Since that time, I've found comfort in seeing a flock of them grazing in a field or near a pond and in the sound of them flying overhead in the grey winter… Continue reading Happy Birthday and Being Held Close
Watching Her Become
We've been excited about tomorrow for MONTHS. And now, it's finally here. Our Princess' 11th birthday. Standing on the precipice of growing up and staying small, of childhood and adulthood, of elementary school and middle, of little girl and young woman, of joy-filled wonder and emotional angst, she is a sister and friend and daughter… Continue reading Watching Her Become
A Shining Light
I remember the day we asked him to be my baby to be's godfather. It was a happy moment for me, but it was not quite so for him. I don't mean he wasn't joyful, but he took it very seriously, and he thought about it before just blurting out "yes." From that moment on,… Continue reading A Shining Light
The Fella’s Big Day
Shortly after I knew the Fella might be the One, I had a dream. It was a time of war, very WWII era like--planes flying over, dropping bombs, warships on the water, fire everywhere, people frantically running. And in my dream, I stood there watching it all. And I had a sense of peace. Because… Continue reading The Fella’s Big Day
I Might Need A Nap 