But this Spring, there’s a different visitor. Well … not different in that I have an exotic bird day-tripping at my bird pool. She’s just an ordinary Robin.
Yom Yahveh – Day of Perfect Being
Yom Yahveh. I learned this Jewish phrase has two meanings: Day of the Lord or Day of Perfect Being. In our modern world, most of us understand Sunday as the Lord’s Day. But I became intrigued by the second meaning Day of Perfect Being.
Mary, holding her hand
I sit on the bed taking her hand in mine. It’s warm, soft, and familiar.
No Ordinary People
Five men engaging in pleasant conversation seated around a large mahogany dining table. Lighting is dimmed. Background piano music plays quietly on Alexa. Mary delivers a slice of luscious blueberry pie to each guest, then takes a seat at the head of the table.
Kitchen Connection
I admit I love my new kitchen. I’ve waited more than 20 years for this overhaul. It’s stylish and beautiful and wonderfully distinctive. I’m all about the custom designed, one-of-a-kind, never repeatable, work of art, mine-all-mine countertops. Those counters perfectly compliment the gorgeous copper sink, Tuscan-style wall and backsplash tile, new window, lighting and my... Continue Reading →
Will He Call Me Dad?
She did it! I’m not sure how, but I prayed my head off. He’s here! He’s beautiful! He’s radiant.
In the beginning …
I toss the blanket aside heading to my bedroom to dress. “Can I wear pajama pants?” I ask Stella. ‘Seems very disrespectful’ she indicates with a wide yawn.
New – Light – Open
My focus for 2020. What's yours?
Breath of Heaven – Inhale the Future
I told him that if he calms down, I would give him a pen and paper so he could ask me anything ... “The first thing he wrote is… ‘Where the f**k am I?’” We collectively pause and exhale a burst of laughter.
Breath of heaven – Awake!
Note: This is the fifth installment in the Breath of Heaven series. If you're new here, Welcome! If you'd like to start with the first installment please click here. “We need to sleep in a real bed,” Travis exclaims. I wrestle with the decision to leave Greg’s side. “No one is dying tonight, Mom,” Evanne... Continue Reading →