40 years the Spring

I’ve posted this for many years;  a loving,  healing ritual. Because I need to honor this out loud, especially for those who haven’t found their voices yet And to honor all of the days these 40 years since because they are each of them marked by both pain and light. And to honor mothers everywhere,…

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River she keeps rolling….

Sometimes it cuts through sudden,   the blade of old ache, so sharp it slices into the tender parts of who we are; funny how a season soaked in merry-making can shake loose the pain, send it fumbling  from where it lay buried alive and this,  too,  is gift because sometimes in the wreckage we settle too soon and the nails we…

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choosing to cherish…

“I miss Dolly,”  her faint voice trembled with over ninety years of love and loss, her tiny frame seated near my kneeling down as I planted the blooms that will keep her company in the living and letting go. Her goodbyes have been a long and steady stream, husband,  siblings,  family and friends …so many…

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