“There are good ships and wood ships, ships that sail the sea, but the best ships are friendships, may they always be!” — Irish Proverb So, I’ve been going to therapy for nearly a year. One of several ways I've tried to deal with my mother’s death. I’m not going to talk about any of… Continue reading Ideal Chit-Chat
“Sweet Dreams, Lilac”
The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future. (Margaret Millar) Ahhhhhhh…the melodious scent of lilacs is practically enough to put me into a trance. I can’t really think of another more distinctly memorable essence with such direct links to my childhood.… Continue reading “Sweet Dreams, Lilac”
April…Come She Will
Time strode with the swiftness of spring blossoms. — Terri Guillemets It's been almost eight months since I've written a blog post. There are several reasons for that, but I'm not going to make excuses. I've missed it though. Even if it's just a small project of mine, it is mine and I'm attached to it.… Continue reading April…Come She Will
The Fifteenth of May
Dear Mom, Today is your birthday. It’s always been such a special and important day for me, because you have always been so special and important to me. I’ve been thinking about this day all week. It’s not easy to know you’re not here to celebrate it, and to accept that I can’t call you or Skype with you. I can’t hear your voice outside my head...
A Letter from My Inner Wise Self
You, dear soul, are doing fine. You have been finding your way through the struggle, and the muck and mire. You’ve had a lot to contend with over this past year. But you’ve done it every single day. Every night you’ve gone to bed, and every morning you’ve gotten up and faced the day. That’s… Continue reading A Letter from My Inner Wise Self
And the Course of a Lifetime Runs, Over and Over Again
My apologies, I haven’t posted in three months, I just haven’t been able to, but I’ve been working on a piece. This however is a reblog of my second-ever post, about my beautiful & fierce mother. When I wrote it I truly would have believed she’d be here with us forever. I post this through my tears today, in her memory, on this day when we are remembering so many people already. Loss is so hard. But love is so worth it. Re-reading her “comment” at the end was exceptionally bittersweet and difficult, yet heartrendingly poignant today. I love you so much, Mom. I hope to share my next piece soon. Thank you
A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
― Agatha Christie
On Mother’s Day two weekends ago we discovered that robins had built a nest containing three beautiful wee eggs on our rose trellis. This discovery on this particular date seemed so apropos. It was very exciting.
Triplets were going to hatch right there at our home, almost as if they were human and not wild. It was the miracle of life right under our collective noses.
Here they are, of course we snapped a photo that night ―
Being that it was Mother’s Day and I am a mother, I felt a rush of warmth thinking about these babies-to-be. This inevitably led me to thinking about my own babies, who are not babies at…
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~My Photo Share~ #20
Sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean — Atlantic City, NJ from the 17th floor of The Chelsea Hotel
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After a storm at sunset...toward the Blue Ridge Mountains. — June 13/14
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Queen Anne's Lace with the 'flower pot' island, off Soley Cove Rd Economy, Nova scotia