. . . I don’t mean just the big THANKS. I mean the little thanks — for everyday things. The things that we have to dig into to find a reason for being grateful. It’s a whole lot harder than it appears.
I know Thanksgiving is supposed to be our holiday of gratitude. But for me, Christmas is much more so. I think perhaps it’s because I don’t struggle to farm and harvest the food for the feast like our ancestors did. The Thanksgiving meal is just a family get together these days. The celebration of gratitude … Continue reading “The gift of gratitude”
34 year old me is desperately jealous of 44 year old me.
Envy is hardest when all is wrong. When all the world has spring and you have winter. Endless, endless winter.
“I have not forgotten you. I did not lead you into the wilderness to die.”
. . . as I speak aloud these inherited loves, I realize the most important things I’ve learned from my mom never came from an actual lesson at all but from a life . . . and that the learning is still going on today.
One month ago, the sun rose and never melted frost. * * * * * The morning drains of sunlight, every mother listening, watching. Praying for her babies. For this wretched world. I delay as long as I can, uneasy that I must leave before my youngest is home safe. But I have to catch … Continue reading “there is hope for your future”
My head is full of time. Time to rest. Time travel. Time too quickly past. Time renewed on a single day. It is a strange business, this marking of time. Time is human measure. The rising and setting sun a gift to finite minds from an infinite God whose days are a thousand years. A reminder … Continue reading “Epiphany”
Every January, like you, I feel this urge to rid my life of excess. To start over. Fresh. I attack closets, papers, shelves, kids’ rooms. And I make attempts to purge my bookshelves. I’ve managed to edit the bookcase beside my bed down to books I’ll never get rid of. These are the books I … Continue reading “A book for every resolution”