One life. Tandem journeys. God breathed.
From the time she was small she always saw wishes... My sweet Louise. The tiniest little glories amazed her. She was fascinated with life in all its multitude of forms. Emma collected stones and shells. She explored the worlds beneath the rocks and leaves. There is a great reverence and respect for small things, in her heart.... Continue Reading →
It just keeps coming. The rain. Unceasing on the radar. They're predicting two to four inches in the next 48 hours. Flood watches are pending as waterways, creeks, and rivers rise. Days and days of moisture descending from the sky as it opens long and wide above. Real possibility for quiet time. Hours for pondering life. … I close... Continue Reading →
There on the cold, April bleachers I watched the bustle of activity. Middle school milers and elementary hurdlers ~ stretching to warm and ready their lean legs for the event. Rakes combing well-groomed stripes in the sand. A rectangular pit. Ticket counters clicking. The unfolding of green, as it moves from one side of the table to the other.... Continue Reading →
Childhood images of ethereal light. Sweetly scented blossoms amid wildflower fields. Satin ribbons & shining armor. White horses. ...and storybook endings. … Many of us were raised having these stories read to us as small children. And as we grew, we turned the pages on our own, in excited anticipation, all the while knowing how the... Continue Reading →
In this world, we try to make things ideal. The way we think is best. We measure. We analyze. Calculated reasoning to ensure the most desirable outcome. But sometimes things just don't seem to fit. And when they don't...when they don't make sense, we feel ill-at-ease. Restless. Sometimes it's our clothes. Too tight. Too loose. Too much. We... Continue Reading →
We were flying at 8,500 feet. I had finished the three hour 'ground' course earlier that morning in the hangar. Now I was sitting in a small vintage plane, wearing my jump suit and parachute pack, the side door was wide open, and soon it was show time. Where do we get the crazy ideas for... Continue Reading →
She was curled up in the big, over-sized chair. The cats were at her feet, warm and contentedly purring. How nice it was to see her relaxing and stitching again ~ my sweet Louise. When she paused to see what I was doing in the kitchen she asked, "What are those white marks across the... Continue Reading →
Today is the eve of my father's 82nd Birthday. I lovingly refer to him as "Poppy". These annual celebrations have a way of bringing sentimentality ~ a recalling of the stories that mark our days, and the memories that lie within. … I grew up in suburbia. In a small ranch-style house with a modest front... Continue Reading →
The month of March can be fickle. Some days bring the cold winds in, and our cozy, knitted scarves back out. Others are dappled with sunshine, the warm breezes beckoning us to the out of doors. These are the days that are filled with discovery ~ what feats of nature lie beneath the dormant grasses? What... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I forget I don't have to have all the answers. I don't have to know how the schedule for next month is going to all work out, with track practice, and bus routes. Or comprehend how my daughter will ever have enough money to pay for college 4 years from now. On certain days,... Continue Reading →
I have a favorite pair of mittens. They are woolen and oh, so warm! They were a gift from a friend some years back. You might see the small holes, and the little wooden beads ~ a few of them have popped off. It's no matter to me. They are still the best for... Continue Reading →
"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." ~ Marcel Proust 676 miles away. NYC ~ The Big Apple. She left on Monday morning. A regular trip to school, only this time instead of her backpack, she was sporting an adorable carry on and a rolling suitcase... Continue Reading →
My Sweet Louise 