A friend of mine is celebrating her grandmother's birthday today. Her grandmother has already passed on to the other side but she remembered her fondly and wrote that she hoped her grandmother was proud of her. And I thought how strange it is that when it is all said and done, the thing we long… Continue reading The light and dark
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
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
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
The 31 lessons of my 30th year.
An apartment with brown walls is a hard sell. There is nothing twinkle lights can't fix. Or a wind-chime.Love is really, really hard. (Self love, friend love, romantic love, family love. Love of all kinds.)TV is still not as interesting as a great book.Loving a dog is a process in patience. It is ok to… Continue reading The 31 lessons of my 30th year.
A love once new has now grown old
I wasn't fortunate enough to get a lot of time with my Grandfathers. I wish at least once a week that I could have cultivated the type of relationship that some others get with theirs. I think about my Mom a lot and how awful it must have felt to have lost her Dad when… Continue reading A love once new has now grown old
June and pie.
She begins in a color-wheel of pinks and greens. Hummingbirds visit the back porch feeder and the crepe myrtle reaches towards the sky out front. The grass is cut. And the neighbors cut theirs too, the endless race to have a yard that will, please god, stay beautiful for more than 3 days. The clover… Continue reading June and pie.
It starts so small you hardly see itNothing to see, truly only you feel.And once you feel it you can't help but see it,Is it seeing or feeling that makes it real?Still, all at once it seems to the world outside,That beyond the waiting something grows.All the work you've been learning by your lonesome,The reaching… Continue reading Spring poem