Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Call me mom
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Dear God, Thank you for this day, for letting me wake in Mam-ma's room, surrounded by so many sweet memories. Thank you for the sounds of Daddy, moving around the kitchen, and the rumbling thunder outside, a promise of rain on this parched land. Thank you for this time with my Mama and Daddy, and…
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It rained today. For the first time in months, I heard thunder. I felt raindrops. I was at work, busy with customers and orders and separate checks, but even though I couldn't really dance in the rain, in my mind I imagined I was. And it felt great! Sweet! Last Sunday I met friends…
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"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer." - Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885 Wednesday night, alone on the Bistro patio after a special banquet, I bent over to un-velcro a small cushion from one of the metal chairs. Triple digit heat had given…
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Monday morning I knew autumn had arrived, riding the tail of a brisk breeze from the north that dropped temperatures nearly twenty degrees. Robe wrapped tight and relishing the chill, I sipped coffee in my pajamas rocking on the deck of a log cabin nestled in the woods above a dry creek bed. We were at…
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A call that wakes you in the morning rarely bears good news. The call that woke me yesterday let me know a dear friend's husband had died. He had some health issues (who doesn't by the time you hit your 50's?) but nothing that warned her that a day we all dread and hope never…
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On this day 29 years ago, I walked down the aisle of St. Mary's Catholic Church in League City, Texas and officially joined my life to Tom's. I hadn't even known him a full year, but I was very sure my feet were treading in the right direction. Despite that confidence and our whole romantic…
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On Death ~Kahlil Gibran You would know the secret of death.But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body…
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I totally lost track of this week. Until this weekend, nothing extraordinary happened, but even so, it felt crazy and I was exhausted without knowing exactly why! Our empty nest isn't so empty right now – TG is still home for the summer, along with the contents of her dorm room, currently in Transition-Limbo, tucked…
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"Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies." ~ Andy Dufresne, Shawshank Redemption I've seen Shawshank Redemption a zillion times. And last night I had two zillion things to do. So when TG started watching it, I tried to ignore it and focus on what…
Long Hollow 