Each time I bend low to scoop up those silver pans that sit beneath my oven I remember her. Although they are worn, scratched and old they are seasoned with love. The tape there on the sides, nearly worn off now, marks her having been here on this earth. I don't want it to go away just like I didn't want her to leave. The pots sit across the kitchen stacked in a cupboard. Each time I feel the weight of them I remember her. How she was strong in her faith and sure of heaven to come.
October 15, 2011
October 13, 2011
It comes whether we find ourselves ready for it or not.
It happens slowly but it's as though we don't notice.
Until suddenly, something in us awakens and we see it bursting forth and we find things all different.
Life sprinkles steadily to the ground to be absorbed, all rotten.
There is beauty in even this-the shedding of the old to make way for the new.
It's shedding means life is full of promise.
It requires a stillness and a time of emptiness but life will come again.
We are only emptied so new life can come forth in it's due season.
October 2, 2011
I am finding it hard to believe that it is already October. Although the weather is cooling down and the leaves are changing into beautiful colors and even beginning to fall. Time passes so quickly. In a month my first born baby boy will be turning 14. AHHHHH.....not so fast.