She continues... I am a mother, and I am most proud of being mom to Alexandra and Jimmy. I’ve felt the joy of giving a mother’s love and I’ve known a mother’s love — from both my mom and my mother-in-law. And while I love to declare a Happy Mother’s Day, I know it is … Continue reading She Continues…
It's not that easy being' green Having to spend each day The color of the leaves When I think it could be nicer Bein’ red or yellow or gold Or something much more colorful like that Froggy's song, The Muppets, It’s Not Easy Bein’ Green Long, low, and loud, like … Continue reading It’s not Easy… but it’s Beautiful
Day 7, A Bouquet for You. “I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.” John Burroughs. I miss my friends. I miss our … Continue reading A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 7
Day 6, Flowers in pink, purple, and wine. “People who discourse pleasantly and accurately about the birds and flowers and external nature generally are not invariably good observers. In their walks do they see anything they did not come out to see? Is there any spontaneous or unpremeditated seeing? Do they make discoveries? Any bird … Continue reading A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 6
Day 5, Antelope Horns “I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.” John Burroughs, The Summit of the Years. Observing nature is not only about what we see, but about what is awaken in us by what we … Continue reading A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 5
DAY 3 of a Seven Day Bouquet, Pink Mimosa. “By a close observer I do not mean a minute, cold-blooded specialist — “a fingering slave, one who would peep and botanize upon his mother’s grave,” — but a man who looks closely and steadily at nature, and notes the individual features of tree and rock … Continue reading A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 3
DAY 2 of a Seven Day Bouquet, yellow flowers. “So far as seeing things is an art, it is the art of keeping your eyes and ears open. The art of nature is all in the direction of concealment. The birds, the animals, all the wild creatures, for the most part try to … Continue reading A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 2
She folds towels like the mom I watched as a child — aligning corners, sweeping her fingers across the terry, smoothing before flipping for a final fold, her accomplishment culminating in a smile of satisfaction. Before dementia, her folds had purpose, a mother caring for her family. Now she folds while not knowing why. A … Continue reading A Practice Run to the Finish Line
When I walk on a sunlit day, I sense God smiling down in sunshine. Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “The earth laughs in flowers.” Over the past weeks while witnessing the sedums in bloom, I’ve seen the earth cracking up and beaming back a thanks to above. The smiling down is more than a singular sunbeam … Continue reading Sedums Again!
He is Risen. Known. Believed. Loved. HAPPY EASTER