Wednesday, June 30, 2021
Simplicity
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
Aspiration
Monday, June 28, 2021
Hard Working Hands
“Silent thoughts hold precious moments that last forever. Probably the most ambitious person that ever lived.”
♫ These hands raised a family, these hands built a home. These hands won the heart of my loved one and with hers they were never alone. If these hands filled their task then what more could one ask. Take a look at these hard working hands ♫
~ “These Hands” sung by Hank Snow – a special tribute to my dad, from my mom
Friday, June 25, 2021
Back at Home
- Things to take with me next time I head out to our Cozy House.
- A grocery list for my next trip to the aforementioned home.
- A to-do-list, for when I get there.
- Flexible plans that are not plagued with guilt, obligation or duty.
Wednesday, June 23, 2021
Less is Less
Tuesday, June 22, 2021
Guess What I Did
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 2020
Echos of Conversations from Yesteryear
Whenever Mom came for a visit, we always lingered over our morning toast and coffee. It was a ritual that was as predictable as the sun coming up in the morning.
On more than one occasion, after I had left the kitchen and returned again, Mom asked, "Guess what I did while you were gone?" She had an expression that dared me to guess correctly so I played the game.
I wasn't able to come up with the answer so she would give me a clue: "You can't see it". As I said, I'm pretty certain we had this conversation before. Even at that, I didn't come up with the correct answer.
She would straighten up in her chair (even more, because her back was always straight and her posture was excellent) and wore the expression of a cat who just ate a canary and reply, "I emptied the crumb tray in your toaster". That tray was always full because Mom may have been the only person who emptied it.
Now? Whenever I empty the toaster's crumb tray, I hear Mom's voice: "Guess what I did while you were gone?"
And in a moment, Mom is right beside me, smiling over my shoulder again.
I love those little memories. They find me when I least expect them.
Here is this morning's picture:
Monday, June 21, 2021
The Things that "Stick"
Sunday, June 20, 2021
A Flashback from a Previous Post
I reread this post written shortly after Mom died. I am presently at a place I could never have foreseen when I felt so lost. Reading old words reminds me that though the path may be long and winding ... we eventually end up exactly where we are meant to be.
MONDAY, OCTOBER 9, 2017
Dear Mom (Oct 9/17)
Love,
Colleen