Yesterday we were driving back from Lincoln, NE after a week of babysitting grandkids. We always have good talks on a road trip. This time we got into a discussion about our “life themes” and how they show up again and again in the things we do. A theme is a basic core structure, and we all seem to have one whether we recognize it or not.Share on Facebook Continue reading
It’s Easter Sunday. I feel like letting my mind drift back in time to all the Easter Sundays of my life. It’s funny because the first thoughts that come up are all about pretty new dresses, starched little bonnets, white gloves, shiny white tights and even shinier white shoes—a little girl’s favorite thing—new clothes. My mind could have gone to memories about lent, fasting, doing the rosary on our knees in front of the couch, fish on Fridays, long masses . . . .
But what I remember most is feeling pretty.Share on Facebook Continue reading
I remember the low-bush look on the forest floor and me kneeling or crouching, sitting where the berries dance heavy all around and I can pick sitting down, my fingers bluing with time like my grandma’s hair. I remember the feeling of berries rolling from their ripe, loose hold on the low bush and dropping into my hand and the tiniest sound of berries dropping into the bucket.
The forest makes sounds. It buzzes, sometimes too nearShare on Facebook Continue reading