Crashing Computers, Trips, Projects and Interruptions

Computer crash, the need to restore my journal program files from Carbonite, a trip to Virginia to a writer’s seminar by Vinita Hampton Wright, (www.VinitaHamptonWright.com )  and a 100 page digital book project for a client  – – – and the end result is interrupted postings!  Oh,  and I also forgot my password to this…

The “October-it’s-almost-November” Feeling

Today, I share words I jotted down a few Octobers after the November 8th anniversary of Gordon’s death. For the first few years, this time of year just kind of caught up with me before I “remembered.” Now I know . . . I welcome and plan for this time of remembering by building in…

Pre-occupation

Written August 20, 2010 “To be “pre-occupied” means to fill our time and place long before we are there. This is worrying in the more specific sense of the word. It is a mind filled with “what if . . . “. When we are preparing for eventualities, we seldom fully trust the moment.” Henri…

Solitude, Disciplines and Airplanes

  “A spiritual discipline is necessary in order to move slowly from an absurd (Latin word for ‘deaf’) to an obedient (‘listening’) life . . . from a life filled with noisy worries to a life in which there is some inner space where we can listen to our God and follow His guidance.” As…

Birthdays are for Remembering

Today I am thinking about a brown-eyed little boy – born 53 years ago today – I think about what he would have been as an adult! I only knew him 2 1/2 years – too little time to really know . . . I  remember eyes sparkling with life, full of mischief. I think he would…

Making A Way

As I supported and cared for a friend who had lost her son, I also was comforted as I thought of how God had been with me.  I sent the following to her: In the summer of 2000, Somewhere in Alaska, we took this picture. As I looked at it one day years later, I…

Waiting . . .

July 5, 2008 – Our Backyard, Des Plaines, IL Waiting . . . I picture myself sitting here at my picnic table, waiting for you to show up. . . And I realize I have it backwards. . You’re always here. It’s me that needs to show up!

To Those Who Would Comfort Me

Just a few days ago, someone told me her friend’s brother died and we talked about how to comfort someone who has lost someone they love. I wrote this back in the fall of 2006 about a year after Gordon died of hypothermia, lost in the mountains of Montana. To Those Who Would Comfort Me…

A Grandson’s Delight

      My Grandson . . . . . . . . . .   He delights in my presence. He watches for me to come,      and runs to meet me at the door. Or sometimes he waits      until I come in the door,      then runs across the room,      flies into my…