A good word to mull over on the first of the month. A great chance to start over or keep going. What I intend to do often times gets railroaded by the rest of life. That doesn't make me special, I think all people deal with this. But the idea that catastrophe could strike and… Continue reading Intention
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perspective in the light
Bella and I took this walk after I got off of work. It was a good way to say goodnight. The day was done and we were waiting for John to get home, which was a perfect time to exhale a whole bunch and sniff about the grass. I plugged in all twinkle lights before I… Continue reading perspective in the light
Lady love
I was held in the arms of many friends this past week. More friends than I’ve seen in quite some time. It was overwhelming as much as it was welcome.Whenever I am in the presence of the great women in my life, and there are many, I am reminded of Our Lady and grateful that every… Continue reading Lady love
A fluttering
This summer hangs, hazy and lazy as a nap on Sunday in which you awaken dizzy blushing with heat. Not so much sticky as humid. Uncomfortable hours spent finding the coolest spot on the pillow. Hours tick by painfully slow without an end in sight. Change comes slowly, so slowly this summer. Do remember a time… Continue reading A fluttering
Always land
Home is the moon over the left gable of the house watching us below on the grass under the pink crepe Myrtle shedding her petals like confetti. Home is the light turning first here as autumn begins to sweep in, slowly at first and then a gallop of leaves on the street, in your hair. Home is… Continue reading Always land
Life as it is
I write this tipsy. But I need to remember.Bella drank my wine. She lapped, lady-like from my wine glass when she thought I wasn't looking. Her eyes looked around the room while she did it. But she didn't see me in the corner. Two laps with her pink tongue and I descended. She did not… Continue reading Life as it is
A wish
Give me mornings. Long, slow, sun-dappled mornings. White linen and cotton. Lace patterns on the hardwood. Give me the breeze of early May. Of middle October. Of the eve December. The smell of earth turning. One in birth and one in death. Both are useful in starting over, both feel chilly on the skin. Give… Continue reading A wish
Sunday Supper
Yesterday we took the long, beautiful drive to Nini and Ray's for a late lunch/ early dinner. I've never been to that part of Pennsylvania, gloriously american and small-community based. Nini has a garden that would make anyone jealous. The flowers and plants were in full bloom, the shade from a great big tree casting… Continue reading Sunday Supper
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