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Friday’s Five: Moments of Being

I am posting early today, before the day gets away from me. Days get away from me lately. I can’t always do all I hope to do…but isn’t there a grace in that? Isn’t it good to have something else on the horizon? I say yes.

Moments, lately. That’s what I’m grateful for today. 

Sitting in those wonderful massage chairs at a local nail salon with my daughter. I have bright blue toenails for spring. Her fingernails shimmer pink. We were not rushed. We took part in the ritual of self care. 

Late night “in labor” texts from my dear friend Autumn. She’s a mommy again and I got to hold both of her sweet children yesterday. Born fourteen months apart, she’s going to be caught up in a blissful blur of baby busy for a few years. It sure was nice to sit beside her on her bed and hold her newest arrival. Marveling at his tiny fingers. A head full of black hair. He slept peacefully in my arms as I thought of future grandchildren I may be blessed to hold. 

My college students. I love them. I sat beside several of them last night, editing their papers and encouraging their progress. We’ve built another supportive in-class community during those Thursday night sessions. I’m always thankful for the moment   I realize  it has come to pass once again: we care about one another’s efforts. It is a beautiful thing that no test can measure.

A weekly hour apart from the world. I get to spend an hour in prayer at my church’s adoration chapel every Wednesday. There is nothing that matches the peace and understanding that comes from that hour apart with God. It’s like re-meeting an old friend every time. I highly recommend personal, dedicated prayer time, regardless of your religion. You might be surprised how your time multiplies when you make time for what matters.

The cardboard sign the guy had trailing from his backpack at the corner of Richmond this week. A black sharpie scrawl proclaimed YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. Those three unexpected words stayed with me. I hope  they stay with you, too.

Here’s to many good moments of being for you all. Blessings…


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Friday’s Five

Runaway Bunny board book ✅

silver ballerina flats with pink rosettes, size 0-3 months ✅

ruffled infant pants ✅

onesies ✅

baby bed browsing for my house ✅

Target’s baby aisle was my happy place tonight. 

Tonight was the “reveal” party…my first grandchild will be a little girl.


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March’s Miracle

  

Nineteen blooms on this orchid, dear readers. Nineteen.

Maybe that is not  surprising to you, but knowing the neglect this plant endured for months, I’m calling “sweet surprise” at the very least. Every day, new blooms (there are more buds waiting even now). Each petal pristine-no fading, no browning. A gift of light, no doubt.

There have been many gifts lately. The forsythia and irises are blooming. Some camellias have faded while others are just starting to open. They bloom in anniversary, it seems. I’ve figured that much out as I finally have  time to notice and remember that “this one” was planted a year ago, and it’s blooming today. That’s nice. 

There were ten geese on our pond this morning. Ten! But just two came to me for bread. Those two…

I stood still, watching them glide across the water. I listened to the heavy swish of their wings as they took flight. I mimicked their honking as I stood waving bread. 

There is so much more than us.

I stood fully aware of the moment. The  pond is pouring over its banks right now…it will take heavy, tall boots to get to my bridge. 

I can see it though. I see how years come and go and how I’ve written about droughts and sun baked dirt. Today it’s simply squishy. Mud and wet grasses and warnings from the lawn guys about snakes. Bunches of them. We just never know.

But I know this. On my little  sun porch  there is an orchid  blooming profusely. I bought it a year ago, and it was pretty. It probably had four blooms. I never imagined it could be this. But it is. It is.

Be open to all the possibilities. There are miracles happening all around us all the time. Sweet surprises we just have to pay attention to…if we want to really see.


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Friday’s Five

It’s Friday the 13th. Almost makes me want to list thirteen good things instead of the usual five.

A four year old’s imagination. What happens to us? No. Really. We need to step back into a four year old’s frame of mind now and then.

Book clubs and bookshelves and more books on the list.

Birdsongs: the doves are cooing, the geese are honking. Ducks paddle out in a wavy, watery line.

Another filled journal and a new one started.

Netflix. And popcorn with my daughter.

Signs. Listen and watch and honor them, as they surely keep coming.

And yes, that is thirteen…


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Friday’s Five

Estate sale  finds: among them, a tiny, worn porcelain faced doll that needs a remake. She’s going to like her new art loving home. 

Old photographs and journal entries: glad to find both this week. There’s nothing like holding a moment in time within your hands.

Two Texas snows within just a few days of one other: the latest one brought ice with it, but it also brought sunlight sparkled drifts. Blink and you missed it, but it was here for a day.

Muses: they’ve been visiting and the ideas are coming pretty steady. Thank God for the arts and  all they bring.

Piano performance: a friend played for a university event this week and I was able to 1)be there in the middle of the day; 2)support a good friend; 3) leave changed…music has its ways.

So much good. Enjoy the changing  gifts of the days. Be open to every possibility…


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Sunday’s Song: March

I’ve been thinking for awhile about this month. Exactly one week from today it will be a year. A year without my Sam.

365 days to learn to live without him…but the truth is I’ll never live without him. Every day, a reminder. A remembrance. He’s here.

There are things I know and things I don’t. I’ll start with what I know. It’s more important anyway.

1. Never stop praying for widows and orphans. Tell them. We get strength from knowing you’re with us on this journey. I’ve met many widows and learned many stories during this past year. Prayer is the only thing that universally seems to help. Just knowing someone is interceding for you when you really don’t have any more words is a gift.

2. Tell your stories and listen to ours. It helps to bring our loved ones back, through moments recalled. It helps to hear stories we’d long forgotten or may not have even known. It helps to be able to share a memory without thinking it might make you uncomfortable. We lived and loved and made a life with someone. It mattered. It matters.

3. I’ll never be over this. Why would I want to be? There’s not going to be a day when I’m “ok” again if that is defined as how I used to be. I am forever changed and I’m still figuring out what that means every single day. 

4. Every day is a challenge, not just angelversaries ( the day our loved ones passed) , anniversaries, birthdays, special days known to us alone. There comes a point we have to give in to this new reality. It doesn’t mean we are accustomed to it. No. It doesn’t mean we have accepted it. No.

We walk with it. We keep moving.

Which brings me to this word: March.

The month I kept thinking about. The month when Sam was born. The month he died. And all the days and Marches ahead. And within that word, another meaning: move. Move forward, keep going. Day by day and step by step. March on. Yes. Minute by minute is not a cliche. It is a truth.

I am indebted to the friends I’ve made this past year, and to the ones who stayed throughout the days. It was hard,  I know.  It  is hard. We sometimes don’t  know what to say or do, or we say or do the wrong thing.

There is no instruction manual.

At some point, we just all have to admit this grief thing really sucks. It’s horrendous and ugly and brutal and unkind. It’s a mental and physical war. It’s  a level of exhaustion I’d never known–mentally and physically. It is torment. Insomnia. White noise. Brain fog. Numbness and searing pain. You feel your soul cry. It is an attunement like no other. 

I am  learning to move again. Moving toward good things while I have this window of time. How big a window? We do not know. But today I saw an orchid bloom that I thought I’d  killed from neglect. Life is filled with surprises. Watch for them.

I wanted a book club and a bible study and by chance ( ?),  ladies showed up in my life with those very opportunities.

My sister and I travel when we can. My dearest friends and I meet for food, for movies, for laughter.

Sara and I opened our etsy shop. 

Samuel  and his beautiful  wife have  a baby on the way. 

I teach adults. I write. I create art.

The snow fell in big drifts.The jonquils spread their sunshine across the yard. The ducks and geese and cardinals show up.

I still say Honey, I  cleaned out the lint trap. 

And in the silence  I hear him say, OK good. 

And I hear him say a hundred other things. Because we can all move on with our days but our loved ones come with us. They are with us, marching ahead, just around the bend, and sometimes, they double back and we know it. You only understand that if you’ve lived it. I don’t want you to understand. I just want you to believe me. I’m living it and I know it.

I don’t want to dread any days of my life. I’ve already seen enough of that. Loss teaches us something. It taught me no fear.

I’m really not afraid of anything anymore. I say my prayers and ask for God’s help and keep moving. That’s what I do. 

What will  the  next  year bring? We cannot know for sure. We can meet it with determination, though. We are here for however many minutes, and we have something to do.

March on…


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Saturday’s Snapshot: Texas Snow

We don’t see snow here often. I always count it as a gift. I know my northern friends might not agree, but here in Texas, we rarely get a six inch snow. It was a beautiful transformation.

Snow reminds me that nature is in charge some days. And it’s okay to let the world pause.

I don’t have to worry about whether or not my employer calls it a snow day anymore, but I was happy to know many old friends were able to sleep in and enjoy a couple of free days too.

There’s a lot to be said for making snow icecream and a happy snowlady. And for listening to the youngest dog snore away a cold afternoon.







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