flying down the interstate one goal in mind home mile after mile and then unexpectedly we see a red couch abandoned, in the emergency lane cushions awry broken slats someone will walk into the house and feel incomplete like something is lost, missing for their red couch is no longer there waiting for them to… Continue reading the red couch
Tag: saying goodbye
The Most Precious Part of the Goodbyes
Tonight we said goodbye to a place that we hold dear, Bare Bulb Coffee. I wasn't sure if I could or would be able to be there as the lights were turned out for the last time, but as the time grew closer, I knew I couldn't be anywhere else. A few of us who… Continue reading The Most Precious Part of the Goodbyes
seeking solace without reservation
there are days when the world seems to be rushing toward that handbasket, clamoring for a spot to climb in and go it is on those days that I feel myself swept up in the mad dash towards a place I'd rather not be but I can't stop it, all the throngs of people pushing,… Continue reading seeking solace without reservation
Be the Light
When I was in grad school and had a class called “Spirituality and Family Therapy,” my mind was blown. So many good books, so many great thinkers and powerful conversations. One of the ideas I was introduced to was “soul of place.” I think I had always known about it and felt it, but this… Continue reading Be the Light
playing make believe
when I was little you sat down and played with me in the midst of all the grownup stuff you stepped away into my world and we played all the things we were adventurers royalty bandits horses chefs store clerks teachers and what I imagined you made into reality with a nod of your head… Continue reading playing make believe
The Ninth Day of Christmas
On the ninth day of Christmas..... There are nine words that tell the story of the past week, of the past year. In saying farewell to 2015, I think back over the goodbyes of the year and my heart breaks again. I much prefer the hello's and the hugs and and the coffeehouse chats and… Continue reading The Ninth Day of Christmas
over
it's over, they said nothing more that can be done they tried their best and so did we but it just couldn't be helped, they say that one word I couldn't wrap my brain around the one word that was to change my life for always over in a fit of frenzied fury I took… Continue reading over
Share the Stories, Say Their Names
Today I sat in a church that holds memories of important days for me and added one more. I sat there, saying goodbye to a man who taught me Physical Science in college. And so much more. It was a privilege sitting with others who love and miss him, listening to the one who was… Continue reading Share the Stories, Say Their Names
To Me, Age 22
A tearful and joy-filled day of remembering someone who loved life. Loved cooking. Loved people. Loved his family. And loved my sisterfriend. As I sat there watching the slide show of pictures of him throughout his life, including the wedding pictures--the wedding I had the joy of being a part of, in the same building… Continue reading To Me, Age 22
the window
Looking back on the day that we stood by Daddy's bedside and let him go, I see in my mind's eye and realize with some surprise that the curtains on the window were open. Daddy spent many hours sitting in his chair by that window watching the cardinals living in the arbor vitae, the flying… Continue reading the window
I Might Need A Nap 