Today I remembered the root of my obsession with birds and why I connect their flight to self-discovery. My dad gave me this book back in 1986(!), and I am only now beginning to understand the profundity of the lessons within.
Miss you horribly today, Dad, but I hope you are soaring somewhere with Grandma Reynolds.
I was a bit surprised to see the word “devotion” pop out at the end of my last post because it’s not something I choose to write about often. Maybe I’ve mentioned it once before, Read more…
I’ve been feeling this message building for some time now but it’s taken me awhile to get around to it because it feels so weighty, as if I could write endlessly and still not fully Read more…
With the changing of the seasons I’ve been spending more time tending my houseplants than my garden. I’ve been watching—with utmost patience—fallen leaves form new leaves from the wound. I’ve been seeing how new growth Read more…
2 Comments
Shavonn · April 21, 2014 at 8:27 am
I’m happy you can deal with your grief
By turning to things he’s given you In the past ! Happy Easter
Ysette · April 21, 2014 at 9:28 am
Yesterday was very hard, but I talked to a cousin who’s gone thru this. Hope you had a very happy Easter, Shavonn! You are a gift.