on the first day you walked through the door did you stop to breathe it all in with the hope of memorizing it all-scents, sights, and sounds, the way you do now did you gently pull the door to behind you and stop for a moment and lean into it knowing as you do now… Continue reading the stories behind the door
Tag: soul of place
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
the eerie light and Irish Spring
after a day of playing tag before the heat of noon chased us indoors to have a sandwich or a buttered biscuit leftover from last night's supper and marathon sessions of Monopoly or building frog villages in the sand pile under the big tree complete with parking garages for the Matchbox cars that all too… Continue reading the eerie light and Irish Spring
All Hallow’s Eve–on haints and scary stories
While the littles and I were visiting my dear Aunt a couple of days ago, they came across this in her play closet and pulled it out for me to see. Suddenly I was our Princess' age, and I held out my hands, barely able to say the words, "Hand it to me. Please." But… Continue reading All Hallow’s Eve–on haints and scary stories
for the three
I packed up my things, along with my talismans from Mama, Daddy, Aunt Wease--for courage and peace, I hoped and drove the same road I've traveled for over forty years to one of the houses that built me to say goodbye one more time As I drove through Hawkinsville and saw the 45 mph… Continue reading for the three
just need the zipcode for Heaven
Dear Mama, Well, we are just about done. The house at Blackberry Flats is almost all cleared out, Mama. I know you've probably been shaking your head, wondering what was taking me so long to get it in gear. I can't say, really, except that it was just too much to think about. To get… Continue reading just need the zipcode for Heaven
I Might Need A Nap 