There are a few things I regret. One being I did not take more time to smell the old lilac bushes on the grounds. I didn't have a lot of time to enjoy wandering the inn. A blur of color and the swish of lace and tulle. Running from the rain. Trying not to cry… Continue reading More thoughts on the wedding…
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Easter
I wore a purple dress and we spent the day outside. The whole family (minus Rickie) stood on the patio, on the back porch, in the field. We stomped through grass to try and get Bella and Liam to be comfortable with one another. Mackenzie wore a chicken onesie and John wore jeans. He got… Continue reading Easter
The Old World and Me
I felt God most here this weekend.In the acidic smell of wet earth and the sound of bubbling water. Rebirth is a messy process that often times is uglier, muckier, taking longer than I believe it should. It’s a lot of mud. It’s a lot of rotting leaves as cover for new plant shoots. It’s a lot of… Continue reading The Old World and Me
It all falls down
I felt God most here of all the cathedrals I sat and prayed in in 2014. The ancient dust and smoke, the french vesper and smell of incense. The wooden kneelers worn down with care, the echoing marble, tred over by millions, the overwhelming sense of Presence in every corner. The stone with eyes gazing… Continue reading It all falls down
The Babysitter
Today the dog made me cry. I have spent many days with her alone. Alone in the apartment learning her habits and her glances. Playing rope, and ball. Taking her out to pee. Introducing her to my family. Petting her head and her neck. Talking to her in dulcet tones. Massaging her hips, giving her… Continue reading The Babysitter
Beauty
John and I got a dog. We got a dog. The dog is a girl. She is a husky mix with big paws and a broad nose that sniffs around every corner of the baseboards. She is soft and playful. Her name is Bella. I am terrified and excited. The last dog I had was… Continue reading Beauty
April showers, bring May flowers
Mackenzie puts the ‘blushing’ in ‘blushing bride’ for many reasons. Her beauty. Her kindness. Her sense of fun. Her ability to turn anything into sexual innuendo. Her Bridal shower was exactly what a shower should be. Small. Full of people who love her. Full of good food and a lot of laughter. Women, strong and… Continue reading April showers, bring May flowers
Spring
My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not… Continue reading Spring
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