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: missing my Mama
Remember the Math
I miss my Mama. She's been on my mind and heart so much more than usual in the recent past. I suppose it could be because January is her month. Her birthday is Friday the 15th, forever etched in my mind and soul. The day I give thanks for her presence on this earth and… Continue reading Remember the Math
Lydia and the Little Dish in the Freezer
I've read a few good books lately, and one of them is The Two Lives of Lydia Bird by Josie Silver. I enjoyed it immensely, though it required quite a bit of suspension of disbelief. Which I am okay with, as I often feel like my own life is better when I apply that mechanism.… Continue reading Lydia and the Little Dish in the Freezer
The Last Gift
Seven years ago. Just another of the lasts to remember that January and the beginning of February bring. Mama's birthday. The last one she was here with us for. Only, as life has a way of happening, we weren't able to celebrate together. One of the littles had gymnastics and the other one was under… Continue reading The Last Gift
on your birthday, six years later
I know not how many times the light had to bend and turn on its way from the sun to earth only that the years that it spent reflected in your laughter your smile and your eyes blessed me and so many more besides each ray that made its trek across the 93 million miles… Continue reading on your birthday, six years later
The Question She Always Asked
Tonight I'm sitting with my Mama, as I remember her and struggle to fully grasp how long it has been since I heard her voice aloud. Three years. And tonight as I am struggling to let some things go and not put back together pieces from some other things, I can hear her asking the… Continue reading The Question She Always Asked
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
“Yes, We Have No Bananas”
We are out of bananas. It's things like this that make me weary and feel "less than" in the parenting department. My Mama rarely ran out of things. Though we were on a strict budget growing up (to quote my brother we were "raised on sale.....with a coupon"), I can't remember us ever running out… Continue reading “Yes, We Have No Bananas”
Bubba, the Lamb, and the Raspberries
A week or so ago I promised a story about my lamb Raspberry. And so, true to my word, here it is. Years ago, when I was 12 or so, I was in 4-H. One of the activities we could participate in was raising a sheep for show. I was all for it, and my… Continue reading Bubba, the Lamb, and the Raspberries
missing her light
the time came so quickly there was barely time for a goodbye before I could call shotgun and hop in alongside you, you were gone and I've wondered what the last kind words you heard were I hope they made you smile as you took off for the stars and made your home… Continue reading missing her light
I Might Need A Nap 