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When Moving Away from the Old, when Growing in New Directions
When we move away from the old, when we grow in new directions, when we grow out of and away from the ashes of old or damaging and debilitating thinking, or ways and paths of spiritual untruth, or intellectual and emotional quicksand, it also becomes necessary to build new structures, and new ways...
My Mom’s Fingers Upon Her Engagement Ring Box Waiting to Sail to the USA as a British War-Bride & Throughout Her Life in California
Sitting on the small, two-drawer chest somewhat in the middle of my study, is the small, brown, ring box, now worn and faded in places, that my mom’s engagement ring eventually came to rest in – a ring of 22k gold, my mom said, with three good-size sapphires and little diamonds in between - the...
Upon a Younger Sister’s Death – Day of Dissolution
On a Thursday, on a clear, warm, sunny day, a month after my sister Tania’s passing, we were finally able to have her funeral and burial, the delay due to the increased demand for mortuary and cemetery services because of pandemic deaths, and the restrictions then in place on public...
Treasures in My Life – An Old Tea Leaf Strainer
I collect and keep treasures, I always have. Many I have to this day, a few, taken away from me, have disappeared, others were only mine physically for a short while, but remain and continue to grow within me in worth and beauty, some day by day. Most of the treasures are treasures to...
Once I Saw Waiting
February 28, 2019 For Myles & Theo - July 2020 - Two Blessings in a Troubled & Troubling Year Once I saw waitingFor the light to changeOn a busy cornerAn African-American boyA studentFrom a nearby schoolA tall boyOf a light black-colored skinRound pleasant face, gentle faceEyes ahead...
One Day, It Will Only Be One
March 6, 2019 Just fainting she saidNot eaten for a while Serving dinner at church Finished, awaiting her own filet mignon An extra Sitting high on a stool Felt faint, hand outstretched Security camera caught it all Yes, outstretched armThen outReally whacked head on floorThey saidOuch Able to...
Our God is the Hands of Jesus
Monday, September 14, 2020 Our God is the hands of Jesus upon the face of a three-year-old, gently enfolding, caressing that little face, with love and infinite kindness lifting that face, lifting those eyes, so that the child may gaze into the face, the eyes of God, without fear. God, in His...
Sunday Morning, October 11, 2020
Sunday Morning, October 11, 2020 This Sunday morning, when I began to drink my hot cup of tea, heated up from the evening before in the microwave, always a horror to my daughters, I looked out the window to the street already lit by the morning sunlight, and as I collected my thoughts to prepare...