My heart continues to melt more than I wish it would. When loved ones hurt deeply, when sickness invades a body, when relationships fail, when joy and sorrow abound.
The other kind soul, worried and analyzed what they had said to me, concerned that what was conveyed wouldn't be received with the love it was intended. It wasn't only received with love, it was treasured.
I remember meeting my husband's grandma Rosemary for the first time. Infectious laughter and a sheepish half-mouthed grin. She would squint her eyes shut when she laughed. She was an amazing listener and genuinely cared about what people were saying. She was spry and seemed so very young, even though the beautiful lines on her face told a different story.
Emotional Anniversary I realized what an emotional anniversary was the summer I turned 12. I lived in Forest Lake, Minnesota and my sister and I would often bike the short 1.3 miles to the Tom Thumb gas station in Lino…
It is said that everyone has a chapter that they don't read out loud. The Why is different for everyone. Why don't they talk about it?
The people who will love you, encourage you, guide you, support you and even lovingly rebuke you. They will also be the ones that say- Your GPS is wrong. Turn around. Go back to where you were. Try again. Don't give up.
When we let go of the junk that burdens us, we are making a choice. A choice to make room for the things that make us smile, what brings us joy, what helps us grow, learn and give of ourselves. We make room for thankfulness and gratitude. We make room for love and adoration, for laughter and for happiness.
Throughout my life, I have found myself missing people, missing places, and sometimes even missing things. Sometimes a physical absence from someone you care about occurs because of a move. Other times, a loved one has passed away. I have…
And then I think of all of those times silent forgiveness has been extended to me. Those times I have done or said things that have hurt and offended others. Sometimes I have hurt others without even being aware that I have done so.
Poetry flowed out of me. I could hardly contain it. Even if I wanted to. I wasn't sleeping well at the time, I was working through a lot of emotions and feelings and all those teenage woes made great food for fodder. I wrote about relationships with my parents, with friends, with boys. I wrote about a relationship that needed to cease.
I was a teenager before I knew the term succulent also referred to plants. I loved words as a child and whenever I learned a new word and definition I would savor it, use it repeatedly and play with it…
She danced for 10 years and travelled everywhere competing. She decided her dancing days were done and took up the clarinet. Her exposure to music through dance and movement and her ability to sight read music enabled her to learn at twice the pace as everyone else.