It’s a week for new yarn: a boxful in the mail from my sister (that was a perfect welcome home gift–a box of TLC), bags full from Tuesday Morning and Michael’s (well, there was a sale…and coupons) and yes…etsy order has shipped. Two scarves made, several planned.
It’s a week for old love: a poster sized blow up of my wedding day: there’s my mom and me…and Bernard, my cousin “in-law” who gave me away that day, but never stayed away for long. He calls me LL and cusses like I do, and held his real daughter’s hand–and head–during her chemo. He misses her. But he still emails me, calls me, sends me German bar music and memory photos. Because he knows this walk. He knows what I need. I love him.
It’s a week for poetry: my friend Doris copied a poem in her beautiful handwriting and mailed it to
me this week. I saw this poem and thought of you. It’s uncanny the feeling that gave me–a reminder that the time we take matters. I’ll always keep that poem: The Rainwalkersby Denise Levertov. Have you ever written a poem for someone–copied someone else’s and mailed it? I highly recommend it. Trust me.
It’s a week for happy texts and miracles: a friend, Holly, received a No Evidence of Disease message from her oncologist today; this after 2 1/2 years of fighting Stage 4 colon cancer and being told Get your affairs in order. She gets to keep being a mommy to her three little kids. We all get to feel her joy and know there’s always hope. Her husband sent that text to dozens (more likely, hundreds) of us. Collective prayers of thanksgiving today.
It’s a week for living: hearing one another’s laughter, smelling the cookies baking, watching Andy Griffith and Pawn Stars, sharing pizzas a couple days in a row–because we can–, and holding on…to hands and hearts and love.
Blessings, dear readers. That’s what we have every day. Fridays I just try to settle on five.
Your five are every bit as beautiful. Don’t forget them.