writing when inspired about the often overlooked
Friday morning in Montana We just arrived last night. The wonderful wedding craziness that is part of any wedding starts tonight with the rehearsal. Tomorrow, Brian and Becca get married! I am out here on the deck Gordon built. I miss him, but I am OK. I do love being here in Montana, where Gordon…
Ruth Haley Barton, in her book Sacred Rhythms, says: ” It is your desire for God and your capacity to reach for more of God than you have right now that is the deepest essence of who you are.” not your woundedness . . . not your personality . . . not your giftedness ….
It’s peaceful out here tonight. The snow makes everything quiet. I breathe deeply. I didn’t know if I’d truly know happiness again that I could feel this good. I thought I had lost myself, never to find the old me again I didn’t find the old me exactly. What I am starting to discover is the…
March of 2009. Mom has just been admitted to hospice care. I am on my way to see Carol and the kids and I am so afraid of all that is ahead. I don’t know how I will manage her care. It seems very overwhelming. I am sitting on the plane waiting for take-off, talking…
written March, 2008 – after extensive travel, both business and pleasure….just gone a LOT Quiet! How I need the quiet. It’s been a week of constant people being in new places constant noise and more people (even at night, my hotel room is full of people) Days without time alone with You Leave me on…
experienced and written and created in Fall 2006, while in TX for a Creative Memories Leadership Retreat in San Antonio. Hondo is about 60 miles west. One evening, we went looking for a sunset. This was our reward. It’s been almost a year since losing Gordon.
Posted 9/16/10 – written July 16, 2006 – It’s 7 1/2 months after Gordon died. This week, we will be going to Montana to visit the place where Gordon was found. The job loss and the resulting crises it precipitated is still fresh, adding to my stress. During the sermon, the pastor asks us to…
Much of what I know I learned from my grandchildren! I wrote this in my journal back in May 2006 after waiting for Gerald and his family to arrive at the Harrisburg, PA airport. We were all gathering for one of our annual family weekends. I stood there thinking of what I had seen years before…