I’m being brave like little Piglet again. This bravery is even more of a stretch than sharing a poem: I’m participating in a drama class. The class is at my son’s small, private school, and I’m allowed to sit in and observe. My agreement with the instructor, though, is that I will join in. Which, … [Read more…]
Lisa-Jo Baker describes the Five Minute Friday group as “a brave and beautiful bunch.” Some days I’m braver than other days. I tell my children that being brave is not the same as not being scared: being brave is doing the important thing even when you’re scared, I say. Today, I’m brave. The Five Minute … [Read more…]
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess;The name that no human research can discover– But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. T.S. Eliot, Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, “The Naming of Cats.” I have a name. It is … [Read more…]
Standing by his butterfly bush, my new friend Pat and I were talking about church and family, living and learning. He remarked, “If you aren’t deadheading, you’re missing blooms.” I smiled and nodded, a little mystified. The comment didn’t seem to fit our conversation. But Pat is Irish and a musician, so I naturally assumed … [Read more…]
I don’t really know who reads this. Sometimes it feels like I’m just talking to myself in a closet. I know what that’s like, because there have been times in my life when I’ve done just that: times when I’ve felt too alone, too confused, too sad, or too angry. I don’t know who reads … [Read more…]
I’ve finally come to the place where I know I am beautiful because God made me so. I’ve said those words before, but the change is that now I can honestly look in the mirror and see this body, worn from many years childbearing and childrearing, and know that the picture in the mirror is … [Read more…]
I need to listen. I am a good listener, to those around me. I’m not so good at listening to me, though. I forget even to have a me sometimes. If I listen, though, I’m there. Too often I think I’m listening to me when what I’m really doing is talking to me. Instead of … [Read more…]
The password is “fall.” Remember when Password was a game, not a fixture of life? It fell by the wayside about the same time as Richard Nixon. Almost that long ago, well, only a few years later, I received a microwave oven as a birthday gift from my soon-to-be-ex-fiancé. He fell away shortly thereafter, before … [Read more…]
DAVISMICHAEL W### ## ####A POSPROTESTANT This is not a person. We wore dog tagsand POW bracelets to remember men we would never know.They were athletesmusicianspoetspreachersartistsloverssons, brothers, husbands, fathersfriends. NAGYEDWARD J### ## ####O NEGCATHOLIC This is not a person. Children unaware,we only knew something bad was happening somewhere we couldn’t go.They laughedcriedworriedblessedhelpedhealedsmiledsufferedsangfought. MILLARDPHILIP M### ## ####B … [Read more…]
So it’s Friday again, and this time I’m meeting the day as it begins, still up at 1:00 a.m. This week’s Five Minute Friday prompt is “view.” I decided to take a look at that for a while before retiring. Five minutes: Go. View is larger than sight because view sees beyond what is … [Read more…]