Spring is in the air!

I just took a walk. Looking out on the brown hills I marveled at the warm temperature, the blue sky, the sound of robins. Then my gaze fell to the ground around my feet and, lo, there were sprigs of green grass! I almost dropped to my knees in gratitude. I confess that those tan, taupe, gray shades of winter do little to inspire me, but throw in the thousand shades of green that are emerging, a dab of purple, a blob of yellow and I’m a happy gal.

Thank you for the wonders of emerging life. Hope comes with color.

Happy birthday, Granny

I have so many memories of my maternal grandmother. I used to spend a lot of time with her–cooking, playing cards, watching television, just talking. She and my grandfather lived on a farm, our closest neighbors at over a mile away.

We went trout fishing together. We shopped at junk stores. She took me with her to home demonstration meetings and to her woman’s club. She taught me to play bridge and canasta.

Her crooked index finger would scrape the spoon of cookie dough clean as a whistle. She introduced me to pimento cheese spread onto graham crackers. She could cook a meal for 20 as easy as for 2.

She smoked like a chimney and had a jolly, slightly naughty cackling laugh. Nearsighted and hard of hearing in her left ear, she could pull weeds and pick blackberries to beat the band.

She read books and went to Sunday school. She cooked the Festival dinner at church every fall and let me make the toast for the dressing. She read the Beatitudes to me; she especially liked “Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God” and she loved babies.

She sent me postcards from their winter trips to Florida and wrote to me when I went to camp and off to college. She recovered from two horrible accidents and had the softest waddlish neck imaginable.

Today she would have been 111. I think of her, so often, my sweet Granny, and when I do it is with love.
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Words

“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is: What are you doing for others? Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. ”
–Martin Luther King
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Happy New Year!!!!

Merry Christmas to you

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Wishing you joy, light and peace.

Today’s message

I subscribe to a daily message from Mike Dooley. Here is what I found waiting for me this morning:

“…To give beyond reason, to care beyond hope, to love without limit; to reach, stretch, and dream, in spite of your fears. These are the hallmarks of divinity - traits of the immortal - your badges of honor. May you wear them with a pride as great as the immeasurable pride we feel for you.

Your light has illuminated darkened paths, your gaze has lifted broken spirits, and already your life has changed the course of history.

This is the time of year we celebrate you.

Bowing before Greatness,
The Universe”

It touched me. And now I want to turn and give this message to you…because it is a season of celebrating others.

That’s my girl…

…18 years ago!

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Hand turkeys!

On thanksgiving Kenzie and I had a blast drawing hand turkeys. See what you think…

Mine…
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Kenzie’s…
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Gobble! Gobble!
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I am thankful for you

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!

Words

“We can do not great things, only small things with great love. It is not how much you do but how much love you put into doing it.”
–Mother Teresa (quoted in The Irresistible Revolution: Living as an Ordinary Radical, Shane Clairborne, 2006)